My Master is Lin Zhengying

When it needs to be replenished, just slaughter a village or a small town, bury the corpse in the ground and continue refining.

Very convenient.

This is just the first appetizer to consume the opponent.

Next, is the head-on attack...

PS: Sorry guys.

There are so many moths during this time.

It may be that it is not fully recovered, or it may be another cold.

Wu Sheng feels dizzy and uncomfortable today, and his whole body is foggy.

Just one chapter.

Sorry sorry.

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Thousands of corpse soldiers rushed forward, with a beast-like low growl of "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

They bared their teeth and claws, full of desire for flesh and blood.

If you were an ordinary person, you would definitely be scared to death by the scene in front of you.

But here, all monks.

An exorcist who knows how to gather Qi to cultivate, and to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Facing these corpse soldiers, everyone quickly calmed down.

Compared with zombies, these corpse soldiers are too low-level.

At most, it is at the level of walking corpses. It is okay to deal with ordinary people, but I want to deal with more than [-] practitioners.

It is basically impossible for masters including Uncle Jiu, Nine Fingers God Nun, Daoist Yongming, and Daoist Four Eyes to cause damage.

"kill!"

"Look at my Yufeng swordsmanship."

"Subduing Demon Sword Technique!"

"Thunder Curse!"

"Golden Mirror."

"..."

All of a sudden, people from all walks of life played out their own Taoist moves and took out their own magic weapons.

Don't look at the large number of these corpse soldiers.

There are more than [-] people in the crowd, but this one meeting is the death and injury of the wounded.

Especially the Nine Fingers God Nun, that's called fierce.

Dust waved in his hand.

The sound of "crack, clap, clap" continued to sound.

Every time he lashes, there are bursts of profound energy shocks.

As soon as the dust went down, a group of corpse soldiers were blown to pieces and their corpses were laid on the spot.

Uncle Jiu and Daoist Simu were also too aggressive.

The four-eyed Taoist master held a huge que, and Jia Le left and right, slashing continuously.

Those corpse soldiers have no defense at all.

In addition, the movement is not fast, it is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Needless to say, Uncle Jiu has always been jealous of evil.

Even in the face of these corpse soldiers who have no will, there is no mercy.

With the sword in hand, there are eighty corpse soldiers who died in the hands of his old man, if not a hundred.

The corpse soldiers seemed to be coming fiercely, but in fact, they were like delivering food.

Not only did Nan Chen's team suffer no casualties.

On the contrary, the more you kill, the more excited you become.

Several young monks shouted even more:

"Hahaha, I have killed ten of them."

"Trash, I killed eleven of them."

"I'll go, watch my Qi Gathering Dafa, I must kill a few more times, surpassing you..."

"..."

A massacre has begun.