Woo--

The two zombie companions growled and turned their eyes to Chenghe at the corner of the wall.

Cheng He's legs were pressed against the coffin board and his body was covered in blood.

Under the stimulation of this fresh blood, the two zombie companions had long lost their minds and rushed over with red eyes.

"Help! Senior brother, help! Chong and help!"

The poor Taoist Chenghe shouted, unable to avoid it, and stretched out his hands in vain to push the zombie away. However, the zombie's movements were stiff, but it was born with great force. Once it was caught, how could it be pushed away?

Crack!

In the chilling voice, both zombies bite down.

Zhang Yang felt a chill. This was the first time he saw a zombie eat people. He reason told him that he should feel disgusted; but the bloody kind of thing seemed like an extremely irresistible delicacy, tempting him.

Gudong!

Zhang Yang couldn't help swallowing.

ah--

The fat little Taoist Chonghe didn't dare to save his companion at this time. He screamed and turned his head and was about to run out.

call--

Dong!

Zhang Yang jumped and blocked the entrance of the cave.

Zhang Yang looks like a zombie, but his soul still belongs to humans. He is ruthless and cannibalized for a while, but he also knows that at this time, this little Taoist priest must not be allowed to escape.

Otherwise, when he attracts his companions, it will be a big trouble.

ah--

The little Taoist priest was startled and staggered to the ground, kicked his feet on the ground, and quickly retreated.

He reached out and held it on the treasure jewel in the middle of the cave, as if he had found the backbone, and immediately became brave.

Hurry!

The fat white Taoist priest Chonghe took out a box the size of a washbasin from the treasure craft, lifted the lid, stood up and held it in his hands, his hands trembling, and said tremblingly: "You... don't come over! This... this is black dog blood, specializing in restraining zombies! Come over, I... I will splash you!"

It's obviously a harsh look on the inside.

However, when Zhang Yang saw the pot of black blood, he felt a faint fear.

This is purely a kind of subconsciousness that comes from the depths of the soul.

"Damn it! Can black dog blood really cause damage to me? Or, it's just a conditioned reflex fear? A pot of black dog blood can cause damage to such a powerful zombie?"

Zhang Yang cursed in his heart, a little uncertain. He had read countless movies and novels before traveling through time, and it seemed that the black dog blood was used to restrain zombies.

However, deep down, he really didn't want his existence as powerful as him to be restrained by a pot of black blood.

Wow!

Zhang Yang growled, bared his teeth, and was a little confused for a moment.

His hesitation will add courage to the other party.

"You... go back quickly, or... or I'll really spoil you!"

As Chonghe talked, his feet moved to the side, and he actually wanted to go around and escape.

"Next to Male! My soul is not a zombie. It's just a pot of black dog blood. It's okay to scare a real zombie. If I don't believe it, I can do anything to you!"

With a cruel heart, Zhang Yang decided to take a risk.

Dong!

Dong!

Without bending at all, Zhang Yang jumped in small steps and rushed towards the fat white Taoist priest.

Every time it hit the ground, the body hit the ground heavily, and the "bang" sound seemed to be hitting Chong He's heart.

The little Taoist Chonghe finally collapsed, closed his eyes and shouted, splashing out a pot of blood from his hand, which was everywhere, and there was no way to avoid it.

Sizzy—

As soon as the dog blood touched Zhang Yang's body, it immediately made a corrosive sound and a burnt smell. The clothes were rotten countless holes, and even the sallow cuticle like armor was eroded.

Ao--

Zhang Yang roared in pain.

Damn it!

Such awesome zombie body is actually restrained by black dog blood?

Seeing this, the fat little Taoist was happy, and he had no determination to eliminate the devil and save his companions. He walked around Zhang Yang and wanted to flee.

Wow!

Zhang Yang roared and slapped it out.

Bang!

Chonghe was immediately hit, screamed and fell to the ground, struggling to never get up again.

Zhang Yang was stimulated by the black dog's blood and took a very heavy move. The strength of the first-level corpse was used, so how could Chong and a mortal be able to bear it!

Just when Zhang Feng thought the situation was settled, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power fluctuations under the coffin that was being turned upside down.

The spiritual sense scanned over and saw the trapped Taoist priest lying on the ground, holding a yellow paper talisman in his hand, muttering something, and shouting: "General Dali, hurry up and as fast as the law! Quick!"

Bang!

The yellow paper talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into a yellow light that enveloped Taoist Master Yinwu.

Taoist Master Yinwu stretched out his hand and lifted the coffin with a "bang!" and a carp stood up.

...

roar!

Zhang Yang thought to himself that terrible, and roared and pounced on him. He didn't want to give this Taoist priest who seemed awesome to show his power.

"The demon is dying!"

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the Yinwu Taoist Priest, his body rotated, and he kicked it out with a yellow shadow. His movements were extremely fast and his strength was extremely powerful.

Bang!

Zhang Yang was hit in the chest, and his body flew backwards, hitting the hole wall, and bounced to the ground.

The first-level corpse is far from reaching the level of iron bone and copper skin, but a layer of waxy armor-like keratin membrane on the body can play a good role in resisting physical attack ability.

Zhang Yang fell in a mess, but was not injured.

call--

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, Zhang Yang's body stood up straight like a stick.

"snort!"

Taoist Master Yinwu snorted coldly, and didn't even look at the two junior brothers who were dead and injured next to him. One of them turned over and pounced on Baozi, with an ink dou in his hand.

"Just a little first-level corpse, see Dao come to subdue you!"

As he said, he pinched his fingers and flipped it.

Whoosh!

A black light flashed, and the ink line rolled towards Zhang Yang's neck like a flexible little snake.

hiss!

Zhang Yang had seen the power of these ink lines, so of course he would not be foolish and hid in a trap. He hid sideways and hid next to him.

He jumped several meters high, supported his hands on the hole wall, turned his body back, and counterattacked towards Master Yinwu. Zhang Yang's strongest attack method now is his claws and teeth, and he must be close to him to get a try.

Taoist Master Yinwu obviously didn't expect that the zombie would react so sensitively. He said "Huh!" and folded his body behind him, and then "Iron Bridge".

Zhang Yang could see clearly, but unfortunately his body was stiff and he was in the air, so he didn't have time to change direction. He watched the attack fail.

Taoist Yinwu seized the opportunity, popped out the ink line again, and shouted loudly:

"disease!"

The ink line flashed and wrapped around Zhang Yang's ankle.

Sizzy—

Accompanied by the burnt smell, the black ink line seemed to be a firefly stick, flashing yellow light.

Woo--

Zhang Yang let out a burst of pain.

pain!
To be continued...