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

Chapter 126: The beautiful country is in chaos, the fighting power of hyenas!
"Go kill some hyenas in Maine."

"You must bring me his head!"

Beavis roared with all his might.

"Yes, don't worry sir."

The secretary standing next to him spoke softly in a hoarse voice.

They have the most scientific methods for dealing with extraordinary people.

The combination of technology and supernatural powers makes Behemoth invincible.

As for Japan's failure
It was just a small accident.

The era of aliens has long passed, now is the era of science!
On the other side, the hyenas were having a great time.

The moonlight was like silver, shining on a building that towered into the clouds.

Covered in blood, the hyena scrambled up the edge of the building like a nimble ape.

His fingers tightly grasped every inch of gap that could provide leverage, and the muscles in his arms swelled with every effort, demonstrating amazing strength.

His breathing was rapid but unusually rhythmic.

Behemoth's team arrived faster than he had imagined.

You know what, they are really amazing.

The main reason is that there are too many people and all kinds of messy auxiliary technologies, which makes the hyenas a little helpless.

After a fierce fight and killing more than ten of Behemoth's dogs, he could no longer hold on.

But it's okay.

A cold light flashed in the hyena's eyes.

Don’t let anyone who’s chasing me run away.

Three other figures followed closely behind, appearing quietly like ghosts.

They are the Behemoth Squad stationed in Maine, and their mission is to surround and kill hyenas.

There will be reinforcements, so their goal now is to hold back the hyena and prevent him from escaping from Behemoth's control.

Of course, it would be a great achievement if they could kill it.

The heart has great power, and the desire to kill arises naturally.

There was an indescribable murderous intent in the eyes of the three people.

As both sides continued to climb, the distance between them became closer and closer.

There was a tense and oppressive atmosphere in the air, as if even the moonlight had become dim.

There was murderous intent flashing in the eyes of Behemoth and the other two, as if there was thunder roaring, and every breath was filled with desire for battle.

Hearing that it was King Zhao's blood slave, they wanted to see how far the hyena could go now.

But unfortunately, today should be the day of the hyena's death.

Finally, both sides reached the top floor.

"Aren't you running away anymore?" the team leader said expressionlessly.

"Run?" The hyena laughed grimly, "You are the ones who should run."

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up.

"Do it."

Without the captain's shouting, the other two men fought back on their own.

In an instant, the figures of the four people intertwined in the moonlight, and every collision made a deafening sound.

The battle between the hyenas and the three aliens has reached a fever pitch. The desire for survival and the determination for victory are flashing in everyone's eyes.

The hyena's body was shaking, not from fear, but from extreme excitement and anger.

Now that Hyena has become a blood slave and has Zhu Li's support, his only obsession is to get Behemoth.

Although, being a dog in front of Behemoth is also being a dog in front of King Zhao.

The only difference is that being a dog here with Behemoth is like being a real dog. You are ordered around by a loser every day. As a powerful alien, you are ordered around by an ordinary loser who is just from a powerful family. The long-term oppression has accumulated hatred between the two.

But being a dog for King Zhao is different. King Zhao can give him the ability of immortality and powerful strength. This is the master he has always dreamed of following.

All Behemoths must die.

No one can run!

"A counterattack before death? What a troublesome guy." The captain panted and muttered.

Suddenly, the hyenas attacked.

His body pounced on one of the aliens like lightning, and his hands turned into the sharpest weapons to attack the opponent's vital points.

The alien reacted quickly and tried to dodge, but was ultimately hit by the hyena's attack.

His body shook violently for several times, and then he fell to the ground weakly.

Seeing this, another stranger immediately rushed forward and tried to avenge his companion.

However, before he could get close, he was hit by another hyena attack.

His body drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

His head hit the ground with a dull sound and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The hyena slowly walked towards the alien who was lying on the ground.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to shake the entire ground.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he was a warrior who had just stepped off the battlefield, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The alien lying on the ground was in extreme fear and despair.

His body was shaking and his eyes were staring blankly at the sky, as if he was praying for a miracle to happen.

However, the reality was so cruel. His body was covered with wounds from the hyenas' attacks, and blood stained his clothes and the ground red.

The hyena walked up to the stranger, lowered his head, and stared at him coldly.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

How ridiculous!
Then he raised his fist and smashed it hard into the alien's body.

One punch, two punches, three punches... Each punch carried the power of wind and thunder, hitting the alien hard.

The alien's body trembled violently with every blow, blood kept spitting out of his mouth, and his chest was hit so hard that it seemed like it would collapse at any time.

However, the hyena did not stop attacking, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and hatred on this alien.

His fists rained down on the alien's body like raindrops, each punch was harder and more ferocious than the previous one.

Finally, Behemoth's alien stopped breathing under the crazy attack of the hyenas, and his body fell limply to the ground, no longer having any breath of life.

The hyena turned around suddenly and looked at the last alien.

The last survivor of the Behemoth team was startled and stumbled back a step.

"you"

The hyena grinned and said, "What's wrong?"

"You are showing weakness. You are deliberately tricking us."

The hyena snapped his fingers: "Ice Dog, you are right."

"."

"go to hell."

The hyena is like the judge of hell, here to take souls away.

The last survivor tried to escape, but the hyenas would not let him go.

The hyena quickly caught up with him and pinned him to the ground.

He grabbed the alien's neck with his hands and twisted it hard.

The alien's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and pain.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his face was horribly contorted.

The hyena did not stop attacking. He continued to twist the alien's neck hard until a crisp sound of fracture was heard.

Then, he raised his right arm high and stabbed it into the stranger's chest, and blood gushed out immediately.

On the top floor that soared into the clouds, Hyena stood facing the wind, his robe fluttering in the night wind, like the roar of a war drum, announcing the end of a bloody massacre.

His figure appeared particularly tall in the moonlight, like an invincible god of war.

Beside him, the lifeless body of the alien lay on the ground, becoming a silent witness of this battle.

The hyena slowly raised his foot. That kick condensed all his strength, anger, and indifference to life.

His boots were heavy and firm, stepping on the alien's head as if he was trampling on an insignificant fallen leaf.

"Crack--" A creepy crisp sound suddenly rang out in the silent night sky. It was the sound of a skull breaking, sharp and piercing.

The hyena's paw stepped firmly on the alien's head, without any hesitation or mercy, as naturally as crushing a ripe fruit.

As he exerted force with his feet, the alien's head unexpectedly sank, and red and white substances splattered everywhere, mixed with blood and brain matter. The scene was extremely tragic and it was unbearable to watch.

This scene was coldly illuminated by the moonlight.

There was no fluctuation on the hyena's face, and his eyes remained as cold as before.

Being a dog also has dignity.

Only King Zhao gave him dignity that was above the lives of other strangers.

It's amazing.

The hyena looked down at the chaotic street.

This is inland from Maine, where the tsunami hasn't hit yet.

The hyena took the lead and brought Wang Wei's blood slaves to maintain order.

In the town, Wang Wei's blood slaves were wreaking havoc crazily.

The city has been reduced to a scorched earth.

"Oh, there's another one?"

The hyena narrowed his eyes.

He saw a stream of Qi right there in the street.

The strange people in the city must be cleared out.

Aliens are the most troublesome.

I don't know if there is any way to contact the outside world.

Prevention is necessary.

The hyena looked around and his eyes suddenly lit up.

There happened to be a lightning rod on the rooftop. That was enough.

"boom--"

The hyena held tightly in its hand the metal stick that it had just pulled out of the lightning rod. Its length and sharpness reminded people of the javelin on the ancient battlefield.

The moonlight shines on the metal stick, reflecting a cold light, as if it is the scythe of the god of death, flashing the cold light of death in the night.

The hyena felt the weight in his hands, a heavy feeling of power.

Not bad.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and posture, and let his body become one with the metal stick.

His muscles were tense, each one filled with explosive power, like an arrow ready to be shot at any moment.

Then, he moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning and were completed almost instantly.

He threw the metal stick in his hand out suddenly, at such a fast speed that it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory.

It cut through the night sky, with a whistling sound, and headed straight for its target.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

I saw the metal stick drawing a graceful arc in the air, with its tip flashing with cold light, as if it was the messenger of death, carrying an endless breath of death.

Clan Calvin stood in the shadow of the tall building, his eyes wide open, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, his face full of disbelief and horror.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest, and the dull and desperate sound of his teammates falling down echoed in his ears.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto his pale face.

The hyena's strength was far beyond his expectations.

Those teammates who were once so invincible in his eyes have now become cold corpses, lying in a pool of blood.

Crane Calvin's body began to tremble involuntarily. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, but his palms were full of sweat.

"run--"

"Run quickly—"

He roared in his heart and fled madly.

"call out--"

The sound of breaking through the air came.

Crane Calvin was stunned. What was this?
Just when he was about to look back.

Just as he turned around, a metal stick flashing with cold light attacked him with the force of thunder.

The metal stick drew a dazzling trajectory in the air, like the spear thrown by Thor in mythology, with destructive power and unparalleled speed.

Crane Calvin's eyes suddenly widened, and the rapidly enlarging metal tip was reflected in his pupils.

His mouth opened, wanting to scream, but the sound was trapped in his throat and only a faint, desperate breath came out.

The metal stick hit his head with a dull and heart-pounding sound.

That was the sound of a skull breaking, sharp and crisp, like porcelain being shattered by a heavy hammer.

Clan Calvin's head was instantly deformed by the blow, red and white things splattered everywhere, brain matter and blood mixed together and flew everywhere, the scene was horrific.

His body fell backwards under the impact, his feet off the ground, and his arms swung weakly in an attempt to find balance, but all was in vain.

His eyes quickly lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless, and the flame of life was completely extinguished at this moment.

Crane Calvin's body fell heavily to the ground. In the dust, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he became completely still.

"how come."

This was the last thought in his mind.

The hyena clapped his hands in satisfaction and muttered, "Okay, next city."

Accessible anywhere.

The directors gathered together with solemn expressions.

Huang Boren lowered his chin in silence, shook his head and said, "King Zhao is really generous."

The satellite was destroyed.

This water can withstand it!

"What method did King Zhao use?" Bi Youlong was a little confused. Whether there was any high technology or not, it was totally incomprehensible that King Zhao had obtained a satellite.

What a hell.

"The higher-ups gave us the video and asked us to study it." Zhao Fangxu spoke at this moment.

They gathered together because the United States' satellite was destroyed, and Long Country had known about it a long time ago.

Because it involves the methods of extraordinary people, it was handed over to the board of directors for analysis.

Video wide open.

The board sees this very clearly.

Against the dark background of the universe, a small piece of broken satellite debris floats quietly.

This debris was once a product of high technology, but now it has become space junk.

On this cold and silent metal ruin, there is a group of strange objects with irregular shapes tightly attached to it, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding environment.

This object emits a faint and mysterious light, as if it contains some unknown source of energy.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, but it faintly reveals a deep blue fluorescence, which reminds people of the fluorescent creatures in the deep sea. It is both beautiful and strange.

"Qi?" Huang Boren shouted subconsciously.

"It seems to be telekinesis." Bi Youlong pointed at the video.

"Telekinesis?" Zhao Fangxu narrowed his eyes.

"I'm afraid it's Senior Chang." Huang Boren said.

Chang Cheng, a practitioner of Qinhuzuan.

The master of telekinesis cultivation.

You know, it has been cultivated for more than 600 years.

"Is Qinhuzan so powerful?" Huang Boren stood up, feeling something was wrong.

Unexpectedly!

Telekinesis is powerful, but very easy to control.

I just didn’t expect it.

Telekinesis can destroy satellites, so what about the meteorites from before?
Isn’t that also the work of Senior Chang?

"Is this the value of the founder of telekinesis?" Bi Youlong exclaimed with emotion.

"Let's go to Longhu Mountain." Zhao Fangxu reacted immediately.

If I remember correctly, Qinhuzan seemed to be still left in Longhu Mountain.

Chang Cheng probably wouldn't have thought that Qinhuzan had been raised to a different level by this move of his.

Only Chang Cheng knew that this could only be done by practicing the Immortal Corpse Technique.

Qinhuzuan is indeed very powerful. It is the unique skill of Chang Yuchun, the founding general of the Ming Dynasty and King of Kaiping.

but.

Without the Nine Revolutions Immortal Technique, Qin Hu Zuan would not be able to reach the sky.

Longhu Mountain.

"Master, someone is coming."

The disciple came to report to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Who?" Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised at all.

His Royal Highness Prince Zhao left behind many unique skills here.

Any of these unique skills would be quite explosive in the world of extraordinary people. They are not inferior to the Eight Great Skills and are coveted by all major forces.

Now someone has finally arrived.

"I don't know him." said the disciple.

Zhang Zhiwei stood up and walked out the door.

After walking out of the door, I finally saw who was coming.

Huang Ning'er.

The faction he belongs to, the Truth Seeking Society, was formed by the merger of Yanwutang, Yiliuqi, and Ziranmen. Including Liu Deshui of Yanwutang and Master Wan of Yanwutang whose business was cut off by Li Muxuan, they also have some connection with Li Muxuan.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyebrows slightly raised, which was quite interesting.

It's him
He's a very capable young man!
It's just that my intentions are not pure.

He is only interested in becoming famous, no wonder he came here.

"Old Master."

Huang Ning'er bowed deeply.

"What brings you to Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Zhiwei asked expressionlessly.

"I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Zhao bestowed a book of special arts on Mount Longhu, one of which is the book of capturing tigers. I am not talented, but I want to inherit it."

Huang Ning'er kept a very humble attitude.

"His Royal Highness Prince Zhao said that only people with a calm mind and a focused focus can inherit special skills. Can you do it?" Zhang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly lit up, and his pupils were full of thunder.

Via came instantly.

Huang Ninger stood still and shouted: "In order to enlighten my mind, I am willing to start my practice as a Taoist boy who carries water and cuts wood."

Zhang Zhiwei restrained his momentum and said softly: "Then let's start by fetching water and chopping wood."

Say it, he turned and left.

Huang Ning'er stood there, and Zhao Huanjin came over and said with a smile: "Come with me."

The two of them walked forward.

Zhao Huanjin laughed and said, "You are amazing. You are the first one who dares to ask for it so openly."

"Didn't the Heavenly Master pass on any special skills to you?" Huang Ning'er asked.

"How can disciples of Mount Longhu practice the techniques of other sects? It is against the rules." Zhao Huanjin said.

Huang Ning'er remained silent.

Will the old Taoist priest really give him the Tiger Capture Technique?

Is this a test or just a joke?
Huang Ning'er didn't know, but for her own sake she could only move forward.

(End of this chapter)