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

Chapter 63: Set up the Blood Spirit Formation to awaken Prince Zhu Li of Zhao! [Additional Chapter 63]

Feng Hanfei is indeed a villain.

Seeing this scene, he was not afraid at all.

"More fierce? Kill them for me!!"

Others came in like a tide.

Too many people.

Xiao Zizai was tireless, and every kill was like pouring energy into his body.

But human power is limited.

When faced with too many people, he could only retreat step by step.

Wan Zhenqiu put on gloves, and his whole body looked as charming as an actor. He held the golden hoop tightly in his hand, and waves of divine power surged out.

But it’s still not enough.

Too many people.

There are more than a hundred people!
Even a single spit from one person can stink up everyone.

The key point is that there are more than two hundred aliens watching the show. There are more than three hundred aliens at the scene alone.

Feng Baobao is doing fine.

She was originally very strong. She would become stronger when facing a strong opponent and weaker when facing a weak opponent. She felt no pressure at all when facing a dozen people, but she couldn't break the situation quickly even if she wanted to.

The weapons of the black pipe have been broken, the seals have been completely torn off, and the output is at full strength.

Lao Meng's special skill is to communicate with animals, and he can only rely on other people more, so he is bound to the clarinet, and the two of them cooperate very closely, and can barely block the formula.

The only one who complained continuously was Zhang Chulan.

His kung fu was not good enough to begin with.

Although he started practicing since he was a child, there was a twelve-year gap in between. He only started practicing formally a few months ago. Although he is gifted, now is not the time to talk about his talent.

When people fight against each other, they rely on their strength.

"boom!"

Zhang Chulan's golden light spell was pierced.

"Don't push me!"

The alien in front of him holding the Qi Thorn grinned and said, "What are you going to do?"

"It's my turn now." Zhang Chulan attacked with lightning speed, increasing his speed several times. He instantly arrived next to the Qi Ci man and punched the Qi Ci man on the temple with a golden fist.

The Qi Ci man flew backwards suddenly, and he could see that the air he was taking in was less than the air he was exhaling.

"Huhu--"

Zhang Chulan propped himself up with his legs, breathing heavily, and looking at the dozen or so people in front of him, he felt a surge of despair and powerlessness in his heart.

This feeling is hard to describe. It's like a traveler trapped in a swamp. The shore seems to be just around the corner, but he dares not move.

Because travelers know that if they move, they will sink into the swamp and be swallowed by the earth.

"boom!"

Wang Zhen's ball flew backwards next to Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan glanced sideways, his eyelids twitching as he said, "Qiu'er, what kind of look are you wearing? You must hold on!"

"Hehe, a few monsters are no problem." Wang Zhenqiu scratched his ears and smiled, then jumped up and jumped into the battle again.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The Godhead Mask is really useful. As long as the mind is continuous, you can use your supernatural powers all the time. It's really useful in group fights."

This is the special thing about Wang Zhenqiu. His divine mask is a spiritual practice. The mentally ill will see better results if they practice this!
"Hey, kid, are you still watching the show?"

Someone shouted at Zhang Chulan.

"Can't I take a break for a while?" He muttered a few words, then turned forward and fought with the alien group again.

"Bang! Bang!"

The clarinet, Wang Zhenqiu and Zhang Chulan flew backwards at the same time and landed together.

The three men had blood at the corners of their mouths and had suffered serious internal injuries.

Zhang Chulan covered his chest and shouted, "Seniors, where are the people? If you don't come, we will die."

The black pipe said sullenly, "It looks like it will take some time."

"These monsters are tricky. I, Sun Wukong, should go and get help." Wang Zhenqiu was still in the scene of the divine mask, and he said exactly the same thing as Sun Wukong.

To be honest, if they were fighting alone, the temporary workers were indeed very strong, but if they were beaten up in a group, they would be a little overwhelmed. After all, these aliens in front of them were not the mobs transformed by the self-cultivation furnace in Biyou Village, but real aliens.

Black Tube looked at Xiao Zizai holding a knife, covered in blood, laughing crazily, his pupils as red as blood beads, and shuddered: "Can Xiao Zizai still lock his inner demon?"

Zhang Chulan shouted, "Brother Guan'er, now is not the time to worry about others. If you delay for a while, the formation of the seniors will be completed."

"I, Old Sun, am leaving now. Bajie, you quickly go to the Heaven to get help." Wang Zhen jumped up, covered his stick with his hands and helped Zhang Chulan and the other man to lie down against the Qi arrows shot from afar.

"Bajie? Who are you talking about?" Zhang Chulan was still in the mood to talk trash.

Clarinet stood up: "I should be talking about you."

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The scene was very chaotic for a while.

This huge melee involving nearly two hundred people has already drained the energy of the temporary workers.

Zhang Chulan even had a kaleidoscope of images in his mind.

He thought of his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi.

When my grandfather joined the Thirty-Six Thieves and became Wu Gensheng's brother, did he often face such situations?

I wonder if grandpa would feel powerless and desperate when facing the siege of such a large number of people.

It’s really not a second!

Zhang Chulan had never been more eager for power than he was now.

“Boom——”

There was a loud bang, like thunder.

This sound was more terrifying than thunder. The Qi of everyone on the battlefield was instantly dispersed. Even Xiao Zizai's blood-like eyes were shattered, leaving dark pupils.

"What's going on?" Xiao Zizai's pleasure in killing suddenly stopped, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

Only Zhang Chulan looked at everyone standing there in a daze, looking at the sky. He sat down on the ground and couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, it's finally over."

He looked up.

A blood-red beam of light shot up into the sky, and when it reached its peak, it spread out and formed a blood-red light curtain, covering the suburbs where the abandoned factory was located.

The entire space became dim, as if the end of the world had come.

Feng Hanfei was stunned: "This is..."

Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely, his muscles were limp, and he pointed at Feng Hanfei weakly and said, "Brother, you are done."

"What the hell are you doing?" Feng Hanfei roared.

Zhang Chulan lay on the ground: "It wasn't me who did it, it was done by our predecessors six hundred years ago."

"What?" Feng Hanfei's pupils shrank slightly, and he was confused for a moment.

The next second, Lu Hui, Geng Qing, and Chang Feng walked in slowly.

After a few people came in, they looked at the number of people on the scene. With so many extraordinary people, it should be enough to set up the Blood Spirit Formation. As long as the Blood Spirit Formation is set up, it can awaken His Highness to break the coffin.

I saw that the person who guaranteed to win had finally arrived.

Zhang Chulan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior, are there only three of you?"

"Tang Feng is here too, but he is used to being a mouse and doesn't like being exposed to the sun." Lu Hui said softly.

As he spoke, he observed the situation around him.

Except for Xiao Zizai's battle zone which was a little bloody, there was very little bleeding and death in other places.

He just shook his head, thinking that modern aliens lacked blood.

Can a stranger who kills people without bloodshed still be called a stranger?
Geng Qing said in a muffled voice: "Everyone, please leave. We are taking over this place."

Zhang Chulan smiled flatteringly and crawled out of the battle circle like a dog: "Senior, I've been waiting for you to say this."

Others did the same and retreated.

They were besieged by more than hundreds of people, with a dozen people assigned to each of them. They never wanted to experience such a battle again.

In other words, this group of people are a bunch of losers, otherwise any slightly better-trained group would not be able to withstand the formation set up by Lu Hui and the other four.

The duck that reached the beak flew away.

The alien group was extremely furious, and the crowd was outraged: "Damn it, where did these people come from? Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)