Master Xiong knocked down another one in an instant, passed the two remaining minions of the Pantheon Cult, and completely merged with Fu Yang.

"Where's the little black wooden sign?" Fu Yang asked.

"It's safe in my belly! Run away. That fake zombie is really awesome. It's not worthwhile to fight hard..."

One person and one cat ran quickly towards the entrance of the abandoned steel factory.

At this moment, I heard a violent sound of heavy objects breaking through the air behind me!

"Boy Fu, get down!"

Mr. Xiong shouted.

Fu Yang took advantage of the situation and threw himself on the ground.

brush!

The zombies that swooped in and flew at low altitude almost grazed Fu Yang's scalp with their nails that were so sharp that they could pierce through the iron plate!

Hooray!

After Pseudo-Zombie made such a flying attack, he stood firmly on the ground in front of him. Then he turned back and stared at Fu Yang and Master Xiong with his blood-red eyes.

Behind the two of them, Zhongdong also approached with two minions...

Zhan Dong looked at Mr. Xiong's fat and meaty back and almost gritted his teeth.

"Damn cat demon! Aren't you running very fast? You run, run!"

Fu Yang and Mr. Xiong could only stop helplessly.

It seems that if someone blocks the way, it is impossible to escape without resorting to tricks.

"Let's fight quickly. Anyway, as long as we catch it, we will run away! Once we get something, I will fight hard."

"Boy Fu, you are talking nonsense! How can I not even know this?"

One person and one cat murmured a few words, and the terrifying pseudo-zombie pounced ferociously...

Zombies are extremely terrifying zombie monsters!

Although their movements are relatively stiff, their speed is incredibly fast.

For ordinary people, even Olympic track and field athletes,

There is absolutely no way you can outrun them.

So this pseudo-zombie moved like the wind, and after two jumps, he was already in front of Fu Yang.

The two hard arms were like sharp guillotines, sweeping Fu Yang directly from the side...

If he is really beaten, even the hard stone man will be broken into pieces!

"Multiple Shield Talisman!"

Fu Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, he had already pinched the curse seal, and drew several "shield spells" in the void, opening up a large area of ​​defense.

Click, click, click...

The continuous sound of breaking glass!

Pseudo-Zombie's steel-like arms smashed the layers of shielding spells into pieces.

However, taking advantage of this time, Fu Yang had already swayed directly and reached behind Pseudo-Zombie.

"I still don't believe I can't split you!"

He firmly grasped the Thousand Machines Fury Sword in his hand and slashed diagonally at the pseudo-stiff neck, trying to cut off its head.

puff……

The sharp black sword left a shallow wound on the zombie's neck!

It was indeed cut, but for this kind of corpse monster that has no sense of pain, a sword wound that is not too deep is of no use as long as the whole head is not cut off.

"Fuck! Is it really useless?"

Fu Yang couldn't help but curse.

With his heavy footsteps as the center of the circle, Pseudo-Zombie unexpectedly turned 360 degrees in one stroke, and his sharp nails were like spinning steel knives. He slashed at Fu Yang again!

He quickly swung the Qianji Furious Sword in his hand.

clang!

The zombie's claws collided with the magic sword, and the friction caused a long series of bright sparks.

Fu Yang was shocked and took several steps back.

"Urgent like a law, Sanqing gives me power! Master Xiong, I ordered you to fly here!"

The moment he fell back, he actually recited a complete mantra.

The fingertips of the left hand that was not holding the sword originally held a piece of yellow talisman paper, which had been burned to ashes...

This is the Maoshan Flying Curse!

Cast this spell and pronounce the name of the object or person that needs to be ingested from the air, and the object can be grabbed from the air!

Of course, the distance of air ingestion and the weight of objects that can be ingested are determined by the strength of the Taoist priest who performs the Taoist magic.

Fu Yang was worried that Mr. Xiong, the fat cat, was too heavy, so he took advantage of the moment when he was fighting Pseudo-Zombie with the magic sword and used the talisman to cast a complete "Flying Curse".

Sure enough, the magic is 10%.

Mr. Xiong was performing sorcery, his body was covered in blood, and he was fighting with that zombie.

Suddenly it felt a huge attraction coming from behind. It knew it was Fu Yang who was casting the spell, so it didn't resist...

Whoosh!

The fat, fluffy cat was sucked into Fu Yang's left hand and held in his hand.

"It's really heavy! It must be around thirty or forty pounds, right? Don't you feel ashamed of being a cat?"

Fu Yang said with great pain.

Fortunately, I just used talisman paper and the full version of the spell to cast the "Flying Curse". Otherwise, just relying on the power of volleying talismans and instantaneous Taoist magic may not necessarily be able to defeat this unscrupulous fat cat like Mr. Xiong.

Suck it over...

"I'm so proud!"

Mr. Xiong snorted coldly.

Then this guy suddenly felt his body light up and flew out like a cloud.

It turned out that Fu Yang threw it out towards the gate of the abandoned steel factory first!

"You go and wait outside first, you damn fat cat. I'm going to try out a self-created Taoist technique that I recently learned! I just happened to see the four minions of the Pantheon Sect jointly performing Taoist techniques, and I felt more excited in my heart.

What I realized..."

Fu Yang's voice was neither sad nor happy, entering an ethereal state!

Even Mr. Xiong, who has always been arrogant and narcissistic, was stunned.

Another self-created Taoist technique?

"That's amazing, my brother! I know you are a genius in smelling, but why don't you always show off like this? You have already pretended to be my pussy..."

Even while flying in the air, Mr. Xiong did not forget to complain.

Fu Yang faced the menacing and terrifying Pseudo-Zhang and Zangdong, as well as the two members of the Pantheon Cult, with a smile on his face.

"The Demonic Way of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect, I will let you see the strength of the monastic genius today!"

"My self-created fusion technique!"

This move combines the power of Ghost Dao with Maoshan Taoism...

Ghost Way Spirit Controlling Fist!!!

Sonorous, sonorous, sonorous...

The Thousand Machines Fury Sword originally held in Fu Yang's right hand quickly folded, shrank, and decomposed, turning into something like countless mechanical parts. u read the book www．

Centimeters splattered all over his entire forearm from the elbow down, turning into a metal glove with flashing black light.

"I used Maoshan's divine summoning technique as the basis, with the power of the ghost as an addition. I deliberately broke up the power of the incomparable gaze, and turned it from small to huge!"

"Although the attack intensity per unit area has become smaller, the range and momentum of the attack... have increased exponentially!!!"

Fu Yang roared angrily, and formed many talisman and curse seals with his left hand in the blink of an eye, and slapped it on the metal glove on his right arm. Then his heart trembled violently, and the power of the ghost was released...

"Ghost Way Spirit Controlling Fist! Give me a bombardment."

He punched the ferocious pseudo-zombie in the air who was less than ten meters away!

A giant punch!

It only appeared for a moment of less than 0.01 seconds.

Then countless black, violent, and manic ghost powers covered this huge fist like a tide, turning it into a pitch-black color like ink, and then into a metal-like shell... (First update!)!
Chapter completed!