Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 448 Is This What You Prayed For?

"Hehe. Damn it!"

Looking at the group of zombies that jumped out of the coffin, and the bloody corpse that was a bit sluggish in an instant, Ming Lingzi's face became gloomy for an instant.

He made such a big move at the Nether Corpse Gate, and after raising it for a long time, all his hard work was ruined in one blow.

These zombies stimulated by forced awakening, stimulated by blood relatives, have no possibility of being further cultivated.

"Do you think that this blood corpse and these hundreds of rubbish that don't even count as armored corpses can help me?"

Minglingzi said angrily and coldly: "If you ruined my efforts at the Nether Corpse Sect, I will definitely take you down, refine your souls into magic weapons, fry them in the oil pan every night, and never die." Superborn!"

"Yeah, it's not enough!" Granny Wa on the side laughed, the gums with a few missing teeth were shaking slightly, looking a bit eerie and scary; but the smile on her face was full of joy.

While laughing loudly, Grandma Wa stabbed a half-foot-long dagger into her chest fiercely under the astonished eyes of everyone.

Seeing Ming Lingzi's angry expression over there, he chuckled, then reached out and pulled out the dagger from his chest, letting the blood spurt out quickly.

As the blood splashed, the aura of those zombies suddenly became more violent, and the blood aura of that blood corpse exploded into the sky. The aura was only comparable to the lower realm of psychics, but in this instant, it soared again , rising steadily, and not long after, it turned out to be an existence that has reached the upper realm of psychics.

And those zombies that were just ordinary human corpses and green corpses have also been directly promoted to a higher level one by one.

Looking at the green corpses in the room, as well as the nearly twenty iron-clad corpses, and the bloody corpse that exploded with blood, Ming Lingzi's face was ashen; Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Banmen makes a cauldron! Don't you think that this little zombie can do anything to me?" Ming Lingzi smiled coldly with a livid face, and with a wave of his hand, several blood shadows appeared in the darkness behind him.

The blacksmith and Granny Wa, who had lost a lot of blood and were already on the verge of death, only relying on a sliver of faith, looked at the three bloody corpses that suddenly appeared, and their expressions couldn't help being miserable again.

Although the breath of the three blood corpses was slightly weaker than that of the one at home, they were overwhelmingly outnumbered; the two of them had raised these zombies for so long, and they knew the difference between ordinary zombies and blood corpses.

There are so many zombies in front of me, I am afraid that they can only draw with the other party's three blood corpses; and since this villain can control zombies, even if there is one more blood corpse on his side, it may not be a tie. Can beat the opponent!

Could it be that God really didn't give Wajia Village a chance to take revenge?
Granny Wa's face was miserable, and she fell to the ground, and the blacksmith next to her also looked desperate at this time.

Seeing the desperate appearance of the two, Ming Lingzi laughed triumphantly, the laughter was extremely piercing.

And Elder Zhou over there looked at the scene in front of him with a cold smile in his eyes; his Blood Demon Sect is best at destroying the whole sect, and every time he sees his opponent's desperate appearance, it always makes people feel happy.

Grandma Wa was sitting on the ground, looking at Ming Lingzi who was laughing, but suddenly she reached out her hands to beat the ground in despair, raised her head and howled and cursed.

"what"

"what"

"You villains who murdered the people of my village"

"I curse you, I curse you to die!"

"Curse you to be skinned and eaten, and your bones pulled out."

"Curse you to go up the mountain of knives and down the pan of oil"

"what"

"Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."

This voice is extremely shrill and desperate, and when it is heard in people's ears, it makes people confused

Amidst the desperate, stern and vicious shouts, the laughter of Ming Lingzi over there was getting louder and louder, full of arrogance and complacency.

But amidst the wild laughter and stern curses, a clear voice sounded.

"Is this what you prayed for?"

This voice is not loud, peaceful and indifferent, but amidst these noises, it penetrates people's hearts.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, looking at the imitation Xiaonan who had been standing there in the middle without making a sound, or Lord Changsheng.

I saw that handsome figure drenched in blood, but at some point, there was a trace of indescribable majesty and momentum. Standing there as steady as a deep, one couldn't help but feel awe.

"Is this what you prayed for?"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, there was a faint smile on that handsome face, with a hint of pity, and he leaned slightly, looking at Granny Wa who fell on the ground with blood and tears on her face, once again asked slowly.

It seems as if the gods and Buddhas are asking their own believers.

Grandma Wa opened her shriveled mouth halfway, staring blankly at that handsome and seemingly extremely trustworthy face, froze there, subconsciously let out a soft "ah"

But she came back to her senses very quickly, as if she understood something, she got up from the ground in a jerk, not at all like a dying person.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just like that, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed his head vigorously, and screamed loudly: "This is the old woman's prayer, this is the prayer of more than two hundred lives in my Wajia Village!"

The tile blacksmith, who was already dying and was supporting the wall, looked at Fang Xiaonan standing there, a gleam of light burst out in his eyes, and he also knelt down on the ground with great effort, his head softly knocking on the ground.

However, just as his head touched the ground, his whole body tilted to the side, and there was no sound, only his staring eyes and a face full of unwillingness and hope remained.

Glancing at the dead tile blacksmith, imitating Xiaonan, he raised his head slightly, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "In this case, it will be as you wish!"

As the words fell, the aura of Yin-Yang Lingxi, which had been fluctuating slightly since Granny Wa started desperately cursing just now, flashed suddenly.
I saw the two hundred or so zombies suddenly froze, and a streak of gray gas rose from the top of their heads; in an instant, hundreds of streaks of thick and light gray gas flew around between the beams of the roof.

Seeing the hundreds of streaks of gray gas that came out at this instant, Elder Zhou and the others over there were just stunned for a while; but that Minglingzi is the head of the Nether Corpse Sect, so who knows what it is?Who doesn't know how difficult it is to refine these gray things?

But right now there are so many, more than 200 just flew out with a word from others.

How can this be?Could it be that Lord Longevity is the king of ten thousand zombies, the flying Yaksha?

In Ming Lingzi's horrified eyes, these hundreds of gray air circled in the mid-air together, and then enveloped the blood corpse in front, turning into a gray cocoon to wrap the blood corpse in it.

The more than two hundred zombies over there quietly fell to the ground and turned into a mummy after the gray air escaped; He hissed and roared.

People outside couldn't see what was going on in the gray cocoon, but Ming Lingzi's face was already gray when he heard the roar. Full of dread and panic.

In just a few breaths, the gray cocoon slowly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the blood corpse inside.

Seeing this blood corpse, everyone was shocked.

Originally, the blood corpse was only five feet tall, but now it has been directly raised by more than one foot, and the blood energy is rising from the whole body, as if it is real, and an awe-inspiring aura emerges, which is extremely terrifying.

"A blood corpse that is almost supernatural!" Although he had expected it, Ming Lingzi couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the blood corpse in front of him.

In order to refine such a blood corpse that is almost supernatural, he has been sneaking for hundreds of years, but he has not been able to fully succeed; but in front of him, he was decided by someone and directly spawned !
How can this keep him from being surprised?If you can make him not afraid?

And Elder Zhou and the others on the side were even more horrified, and Elder Zhou looked at Fang Xiaonan who was standing with his hands behind his back in disbelief, and a word kept popping up in his mind.

"Words follow the law! Could it be that words follow the law? Is it possible? No. This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Elder Zhou is a senior elder of the Blood Demon Sect, so he has a lot of knowledge. At this time, he stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and his mind was confused.

Although it is said that once one enters the realm of supernatural powers, one has the ability to drive the heavens and the earth, and faintly has similar abilities, but it is only similar; and it is only a simple actuation, there is absolutely no such magical method, and it is incompetent. It's a matter of words.

This kind of supernatural power, even a half-holy one does not have this ability, this son, this son
Just when Elder Zhou's head was in a state of panic, it seemed that the end was not over yet. The imitation Xiaonan who was standing with his hands behind his back suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the tile blacksmith who was dying on the ground.

All I saw was a faint, invisible phantom floating gently from Tiesmith's body.

"If you want to take revenge with your own hands, go for it." Fang Xiaonan nodded slightly.

There was a look of ecstasy on the phantom's face, and after bowing deeply towards Fang Xiaonan, his whole body turned into a little spiritual light, which fell on the body of the blood corpse.

"Ow."

The blood corpse, whose eyes were dull at first, instantly lit up, raised its arms and let out a growl; the eyes were filled with red light, and as he glanced at him, his face became more ferocious.

"Hiss!" The four inch-long fangs bared, and the blood shadow disappeared in a flash.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several voices rang out quickly, and the three blood corpses blocking Ming Lingzi's body were blown away.

And Ming Lingzi had already turned around and ran, while running, he shouted in shock: "Elder Zhou, help!"

Elder Zhou, who hadn't moved all this time, snorted coldly, blocked in front of the blood corpse in a flash, and slashed at the blood corpse with a long knife in his hand.

The blood corpse swayed, and with a flash of red, it quickly dodged Elder Zhou's knife; while Elder Zhou was slightly stunned, he chased after Ming Lingzi.

(End of this chapter)