Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 12: This is a tough guy, let’s deal with him together!
The mask of divinity, using oneself to act as a god, using oneself to transform into a god.

Its strength, apart from the support of Qi, depends on how much faith the practitioner has.

The stronger the belief, the greater the divine power that can be used.

It is obvious that Wang Zhenqiu is a psychopath.

He really thought that he was Nezha the Third Prince, with divine power surging and boundless.

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled, with a divine face and a devilish heart, he rushed over with an unyielding attitude.

"Ding--"

The shot seemed to have hit an iron object that was ten times harder than the Golden Bell Cover.

Geng Qing concentrated his energy and lowered his body to withstand the attack.

Wang Zhenqiu felt the rebound force coming from his arm. His expression shook and he almost instantly returned to the state of an ordinary person from under the mask of divinity.

"This guy is tough, everyone, attack him together, don't hold back, subdue him first."

Huang Boyen also realized at this time that Geng Qing was a stubborn person, and he had to beat him up first.

Originally everyone was holding back, but now with the company as a guarantor, the ten bosses and temporary workers naturally went all out.

There is a tiger in front, a wolf behind, and a few sorcerers helping on the side.

Geng Qing suddenly fell into a dilemma of losing the game.

In the end, his strength had not recovered, so he looked up to the sky and roared: "Big sister, if you don't come out, I'm going to be finished!"

"broken."

Huang Boren spoke subconsciously.

He looked suddenly towards the coffin.

The talisman on the coffin actually slowly melted away, like a clay doll encountering water.

Everyone at the scene was delighted.

"This is bad. If everyone else escapes, how can we handle them?"

The painted mask on Wang Zhenqiu's face flickered, and the fire spear in his hand became dim. Geng Qing alone was enough to give them a hard time.

He perked up and wanted to maintain his role as god.

The Third Prince is lawless and never flinches in the face of powerful enemies.

The emergence of this thought in his mind was a blasphemy to the Third Prince, and the divine nature would not allow him to continue playing this role.

But Hua Lian's flashing became more and more intense, and it was only a matter of time before he withdrew from the role of the godhead.

"What should we do now?" Lu Ci shouted, "Forget it, they are all our ancestors anyway."

This old dog is extremely afraid of death, so now he has no choice but to retreat and save his life first.

"Hold on for now, I'll think of a solution."

Huang Boren was brainstorming and sweating profusely.

This task is quite difficult.

"Hahahaha, you idiots are just like that."

Geng Qing laughed wildly, and with a few quick moves he broke free from the crowd's encirclement and stopped next to a coffin.

He looked at the coffin shaking non-stop and grinned, "Big sister, please help me."

As he said this, he swung his iron fist and brought it down heavily on the coffin.

Before it landed on the coffin, the coffin lid flew up automatically.

"boom!"

The coffin lid and Geng Qing were smashed against the wall of the base.

"Could this be another guy who practices horizontal training?"

The tiger said in a muffled voice.

Huang Boren shook his head:

"No, Geng Qing is the only one who is crazy about horizontal training. This should be it."

A phantom jumped out of the coffin. He was dressed in plain clothes, revealing his perfect curves. His long hair fluttered in the wind. His peach blossom eyes were full of coldness, but his face was too pale.

Although he was a living being, the coldness all over his body was as real as substance, and the temperature of the base dropped by two or three points.

"Habaer, do you need my help?"

She spoke slowly, her voice ethereal.

Wang Zhenqiu opened his mouth wide, and the mask of his godhood had already faded:

"This Sichuan and Chongqing guy? He has such a pretty face but speaks in a dialect that looks like peacemaker no matter how you look at him."

"Tang Mi, it seems that he is the ancestor of your Tang Sect." Huang Boren recognized him at a glance and pointed him out to everyone.

As the only female among the six tomb guards, Tang Mi is not difficult to recognize.

Everyone present had already decided to retreat.

Geng Qing is already in enough trouble, and now here comes another Tang Clan ancestor.

Assassins are sometimes more troublesome than lunatics. Assassins play a one-for-one game. What if Tang Mi is a lunatic who wants to risk his life to exchange for someone else's life? Who can stop him?
nobody!
Tang Mi looked around with a confused look on her face. She waved her hand, and the inky black Qi fanned the talismans on the other coffins.

"Swipe brush-"

Talismans were flying everywhere.

Then there were two "bang" and "bang" sounds.

Two more coffin lids flew out.

Two men popped out of the coffin.

One of them was tall and strong, and his pupils were a rare red color.

One of them was slightly shorter and had a gloomy face.

"Chang Cheng and Tang Feng."

Huang Boren's lips were trembling, and the four ancestors all ran out.

Tang Xin, who had been watching from the side, finally understood at this moment.

He walked forward excitedly, knelt on the ground, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am the unfilial younger generation Tang Xin, I pay my respects to the ancestor."

"Tang Sect?"

Tang Mi was a little confused.

"Si, ancestor, look."

As Tang Xin spoke, the Qi burst out from his body. It was the "Dan Si" that was famous in the alien world and was said to be no less than the Eight Wonders.

"It's not fake, it's real kung fu."

Tang Feng reached out his hand and touched Dan Shi, then felt it silently.

"Fuck, they all speak Southwestern Mandarin?"

Wang Zhenqiu was dumbfounded.

Tang Mi and Tang Feng are both handsome and beautiful, speaking Southwestern Mandarin, which sounds quite down-to-earth to people who listen to them.

Zhang Chulan had squeezed into the crowd without knowing when. He came with Feng Baobao.

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Feng Baobao, so he had been hiding. Even among the temporary workers, he didn't say a few words.

The instruction given to Feng Baobao was to work without putting in any effort.

So there was no picture.

Now people who lived six hundred years ago have been resurrected, and they can actually speak Southwestern Mandarin, which is almost the same as what Feng Baobao spoke.

He did become somewhat interested.

"Big sister, why bother talking to these idiots? Just beat them all up."

Geng Qing pulled open the coffin lid and stepped in front of Tang Mi.

He stared at the Ten Lords viciously.

The ten bosses quickly retreated.

They couldn't handle Geng Qing alone, let alone four of them.

The current situation is complex, and it is inevitable that these people six hundred years ago would make mistakes in judgment.

"You idiot, don't you know that others are using their own skills?"

Tang Mi jumped up and his head exploded.

Geng Qing smiled foolishly and scratched his head.

Wang Zhenqiu, on the other hand, covered his head and grinned, "It sounds good, it's a good melon."

Huang Boren breathed a sigh of relief.

Now it seems that Tang Mi is the boss of these people.

It is obvious that Tang Mi is smarter than Geng Qing and is not so stubborn.

This leaves room for conversation.

Tang Feng glanced at Geng Qing and said softly, "The Tang Sect's inheritance is strict. Even if others learn Danxi, they probably won't dare to use it, so this must be a Tang Sect disciple."

"If you say so, I will definitely believe it."

Geng Qing smiled along.

Seeing that the four ancestors had no desire to attack, the Ten Lords finally felt relieved.

Who dares to confront the people from the Tang Clan?

A person who is obsessed with Dan can be devoured by Qi and die without any defense. Isn't this asking for trouble?

It's a good thing to be able to talk.

"But I'm still curious, where is your highness's coffin?"

At this time, a voice with a Huaixi accent was heard, and everyone looked and saw that it was Chang Cheng.

Dividing line.
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