Apocalyptic Game

Wang Luoxuan pulled the ink fountain line all over the room, and the ink fountain line was still covered with yellow paper. After finishing all this, Wang Luoxuan quit the room, while Jiang Xuanqing stayed in it.

"Master, a little zombie, can't it be!" Wang Luoxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, no matter how invulnerable the zombie was, he couldn't stand his laser sword.

"Little zombie? The thing that the corpse raiser puts on his life is not a small zombie. The corpse is so heavy, I can feel it through the door, and it is probably a bit worse than the zombie king."

Jiang Xuanqing held the calming bell with a serious expression, staring at the small bathroom.

As the soul of the town shook, the bell reverberated in the residential building, and the person in the bathroom couldn't stand it and rushed out.

"boom!!!"

The door of the bathroom exploded directly, Wang Luoxuan only saw a black shadow rushing out, but he was entangled by the ink pipe line that was already full, and his body continued to twitch, and white smoke rose like an electric shock.

At this time, Wang Luoxuan could see clearly what it was. It was a corpse in the dark, like bacon, and there was a strong smell of corpse. The weird thing was that the guy’s nails had practiced Jiuyin. Like bone claws, they are at least as long as 20 centimeters.

"Good fellow! Actually raised a stiff head!"

"Fly stiff? Can he fly?"

"Not only can you fly, but you can also dismember you easily. Even if an ordinary insider encounters this ancestor, he will be finished!"

Fei Zang kept screaming, and the ink pipe thread wrapped around him broke one after another. Jiang Xuanqing grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from the small cloth bag on his waist and threw it over.

As if a scoop of water was suddenly added to a red-hot iron pan, it immediately made the belching sound and a cloud of white smoke rose up.

"Hurry up!"

Jiang Xuanqing rushed out of the room, grabbed Wang Luoxuan and immediately rushed downstairs...

"Master, you can't handle that thing either!"

"Bullshit! Although it's tricky, it's not a big monster, but it's too small to let go!"

As soon as Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing rushed out of the residential building, the flying stiff fell from the sky and landed in front of Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing.

"Disciple! Use the gossip mirror to hold him, and leave the rest to the teacher!"

Fei Zombie flew towards the two of them, and Wang Luoxuan quickly took the gossip mirror that Jiang Xuanqing handed over to Fei Zombie photo. By that shot, Fei Zombie's body immediately rose with white smoke and quickly backed away. And Jiang Xuanqing had already drawn the ink fountain line, winding around the flying stiffness one circle after another.

Taking advantage of Feizheng being entangled by the ink pipe line and being illuminated by the gossip mirror, Jiang Xuanqing took out seven jujube nuclei from the small bag and punched them into each other's back points one by one from behind Feizheng.

With the penetration of the seven jujube nuclei, Feizheng was completely paralyzed and fell to the ground motionless...

"Okay, it's done." Jiang Xuanqing sighed in relief. After all, if he was "friended" by the flying stunner, even an iron man would have to lack arms and legs.

"Is that done?"

auzw.com" It’s only temporarily fixed, and there is still the possibility of action, so I must carry it back and burn it with the litchi firewood I put in the back room to avoid future troubles. I leave it to you." Jiang Xuanqing Putting the bamboo basket on his back, he said.

"I..." Looking at the black and black corpse, Wang Luoxuan hesitated for a moment, still carrying it on his back.

"This guy is really heavy! And it smells bad!"

"Don't talk nonsense, keep up! There's another situation!" Jiang Xuanqing frowned as he looked at the compass in his hand.

Wang Luoxuan carried the corpse on his back and chased it up. At this time, Wang Luoxuan couldn't help but be thankful that he had a lot of cultivation, otherwise the corpse on his back could crush himself.

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing to a crossroads and found a monk wearing a cassock sitting at the crossroads, and the monk's arm had been broken, and the whole body was covered with blood.

"What's the matter? Master Kongming!" Jiang Xuanqing was also taken aback by the old monk's appearance. It seemed that they should be very familiar.

"Yes...It's Donor Jiang...Ahead...Be careful...There is a big monster!!!" After saying this, the old monk passed out.

"A big monster?" Jiang Xuanqing's expression was a little ugly. Even things like flying stiff, it was at best a bit tricky for them. It was better than the big monsters, at least they were all zombie kings or more.

"Let's go back!"

"what?!"

Wang Luoxuan originally thought that Jiang Xuanqing would have a showdown with the so-called big monster. Who knew that he actually said that he wanted to go back. This was completely beyond Wang Luoxuan's expectations.

"Master Kongming's injury is not optimistic. If you don't save him, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive tonight. Moreover, the big monster is not a cause and effect that we can intervene casually. It is not surprising that one or two big monsters appear in this city. Because here... It was originally a monster city where monsters were rampant."

Jiang Xuanqing hung the bamboo basket in front of him, then picked up the old monk on the ground and returned according to the original path...

Wang Luoxuan can feel his sense of powerlessness in Jiang Xuanqing’s tone. Although he is considered an expert in the eyes of ordinary people, in this demon city, Dao is always one foot taller, even if he The capacity is also very limited. Jiang Xuanqing naturally has the heart of justice, otherwise he would not have been to this city every night for decades. It was precisely because Jiang Xuanqing knew that even if he went, he would die, and might bring a Wang Luoxuan, so he chose to return.

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing with the corpse on his back, and Jiang Xuanqing didn't say a word at all, just as Jiang Xuanqing once walked with his master in this city. At that time, his master was just as weak as he is now. It is precisely because of this that his master at the time chose to walk into the unknown mist, looking for a way to the outside.

It was early morning when he returned home. Jiang Xuanqing was in charge of treating and taking care of the old monk, while Wang Luoxuan spread lychee firewood on the open space outside, put the corpse on the lychee firewood, and then lit it with a fire.

The raging flames were burning in this dark night, and this place was full of despair. If it weren't for Jiang Xuanqing's life to sustain it, I'm afraid that even the last light would not exist.

Sitting on the rock by the side, looking at the burning flame, Wang Luoxuan suddenly felt a little irritation in his back, and his scratches were full of blood and dead skin, and there was a stench in it.

"what is this?"

"This is corpse poison." At this moment, Jiang Xuanqing walked from behind Wang Luoxuan and said.

"Corpse?"

"It's probably because your back has been stiff for too long and something has flowed onto your skin. Just go back and soak it with glutinous rice water for seven days. Go ahead!"

"Oh." Wang Luoxuan nodded, and immediately got up to prepare glutinous rice water.

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