I Have a Monster Farm

The four-eyed Taoist figure crossed into the battlefield, and then a sword light slashed at the royal zombie.

The royal zombies never thought that there was still a person squatting in the grass, and they were staggered two steps directly by this sword, and the corpse in front of them was sizzled by the four-eyed Daoist sword light.

"Brother, why are you here?"

The royal zombies were temporarily repelled, and Daoist Qianhe finally saw clearly that the person in front of him turned out to be his senior brother.

"Don't worry, come and take a look."

The four-eyed priest hurriedly replied, and then immediately said seriously: "Be careful, that zombie is coming again."

Just now when he repelled the zombies with his sword, he just had the advantage of surprise. If it is true in terms of strength, it is natural that spirits like zombies have the upper hand.

"Roar"

The zombie flew towards him, and the two brothers and sisters moved left and right to scatter, and at the same time, they turned around and swung their swords.

"click"

This time, Taoist Master Qianhe's half of the peach wood sword did not break into the body of the royal zombie, but was directly blocked by the corpse's aura and turned into pieces on the spot.

"not good"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest with four eyes immediately increased his strength, trying to use his sword to attract the attention of the royal zombie and save his junior brother.

"Dangdang"

The royal zombie has already become a spirit, and I don't know if his consciousness has recovered a little bit. How could he be attracted by this attack, and his jet-black fingers pierced straight into Daoist Qianhe's neck.

The zombie's nails are full of corpse aura and carry corpse poison. If it is solid, Daoist Qianhe may still play GG.

"Master, be careful."

But at this moment, a fleshy tentacle suddenly rushed out from the bush, grabbed the black arm horizontally, then moved up along the arm, and began to entangle the zombie's body.

For a moment, the physical control of the tentacles actually worked, and the zombie's attack was blocked.

Daoist Qianhe retreated and came to Zhang Ziyu's side.

"Ziyu?"

Daoist Qianhe's words were dubious. Although Zhang Ziyu still looked like himself, from the breastplate to the leg armor and the gauntlets, the dark and cold armor made the same appearance a little more strange.

"Master, it's me."

"Stinky boy, why did it take you so long to come out?"

Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Master, I only practice Qi, and I don't build foundations like you. It's dangerous to be reckless."

"By the way, master, why don't you open the tyrant's armor?"

The four-eyed Taoist master was stunned by his apprentice, and his face twitched. He had really forgotten that there was a tyrant's armor just now.

"What do you know, that's called showing weakness to the enemy."

"Roar"

While speaking, the tentacle restraint of the Licker's Claw had reached its limit. The corpse aura of the royal family's zombies exploded, and the tentacles of flesh and blood instantly shattered, and then rushed towards the three of them with a monstrous corpse aura.

"Uncle, this is for you."

Zhang Ziyu handed the bronze sword to Daoist Qianhe, and Daoist Four Eyes saw the zombie rushing, and with a thought, the tyrant's armor suddenly appeared on his body.

For a moment, the strength in his body soared, and the four-eyed Taoist priest felt full of confidence.

If this was the case just now, it is estimated that he is not weaker than the zombie in front of him in terms of strength.

"Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, Patriarch, please go up!"

The four-eyed Taoist asked the gods to reach the third level, and the spell was no longer stagnant in things. He recited a spell casually, and then the divine power of incense and fire poured into his body.

Visible to the naked eye, the four-eyed Taoist priest has changed from a skinny man with a bamboo pole to a muscular devil, holding up the tyrant's armor tightly.

"Um?"

The four-eyed Taoist once again raised his big sword, and suddenly his expression changed, and he found that the big sword in his hand seemed to be more comfortable.

Although the great sword is not Gatling, its weight and size are definitely heavy weapons. This stimulates the passive effect of the tyrant's armor and is proficient in heavy weapons.

"Evil animal, look at the trick!"

The four-eyed Daochang sword swept out, and the royal zombies flew forward relying on their own strength.

However, this time, the royal zombie made a wrong calculation, and was directly chopped off by four eyes and a sword, and was hit into a tree like a baseball.

The four-eyed Taoist laughed, and sure enough, under the blessing of armor and gods, his strength could easily overwhelm the zombies.

With aggressive steps, he rushed towards the royal zombie who had just fallen from the tree.

Before the royal zombie got up, the spine of the big sword had already slapped it.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the royal zombies "thrown their bodies on the ground" again, and the smoke and dust suddenly rose from the ground, looking very miserable.

The four-eyed Taoist grabbed the royal zombie by the back of the neck, lifted him up, slammed him hard, and immediately slammed into the big tree beside him.

The big tree had enough to be hugged by a person, but even so, it was smashed by the royal zombies.

It was obviously a physical blow, but both Zhang Ziyu and Daoist Qianhe could feel that the aura of the royal zombie's corpse seemed to be crumbling.

Dao Qianhe is numb. After being struck by lightning, this zombie has a tendency to become a spirit. Its strength is not weaker than that of a man-made bronze armored corpse. It is comparable to the foundation-building stage of a cultivator.

This royal zombie has become a spirit, and some of the masculine and upright magical instruments that restrain it are faintly ineffective, and the trouble is no less than that of the eighth or ninth-level monks who built the foundation.

He and his brother Simu are both Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although Daoist Priest Simu is a bit more powerful, he can't be like a hammer royal zombie, right?

Is it really that I am too picky?

At this time, Daoist Qianhe fell into deep self-doubt, and the scene of the royal zombie being pressed and beaten was deeply drawn in his mind.

Zhang Ziyu couldn't hold back anymore, and quietly put down the half-stretched formula.

He also thought that he had also invited the gods, and then he and his master Simu Daochang would have a righteous gang fight against the royal zombie.

But now it seems that there may not be anything for me.

The armor body protection and the upper body of the patriarch and the master are so powerful that you don't have to worry about accidentally knocking and mixing to vent the power of the incense and fire, and you can pass the level all the way.

"bang bang bang"

The royal zombies were still being beaten, and the four disciples of Daoist Qianhe also recovered their strength and came in front of Daoist Qianhe.

"Master"

"Go and see the situation of the little brothers and protect them."

"yes"

The four apprentices immediately went to the big tent to check the situation as instructed.

As soon as the four apprentices left, the royal zombies couldn't hold back anymore and were beaten all the time. Finally, they pushed the four-eyed priest desperately, and then wanted to jump into the forest to escape.

This time, Daoist Simu was careless, and his figure was staggered by his push, and the royal zombie ran away in a blink of an eye.

"How courageous, even dare to run."

The four-eyed Dao stared angrily, and then thought: "Tyrant!"

Immediately, the last function of the tyrant's armor was activated, transforming into a tyrant.

The figure of the four-eyed Daoist Priest, who was already tall enough in the state of inviting God, skyrocketed again, and within a breath or two, he turned into a tyrant in armor and a Taoist robe inside.

Zhang Ziyu's face was weird, he didn't expect to be able to make such a fashionable outfit after being transformed into a tyrant.

"This is what kind of god was invited by senior brother to turn into such an evil god?"

Daoist Qianhe couldn't hold back anymore, so the four-eyed senior brother can transform, and the overall strength is probably at the level of refining the gods now. Could it be that the four-eyed senior brother on Damao Peak was playing everyone?

In fact, the real talent of Senior Brother Simu is not weaker than that of Senior Brother Lin Jiu and Senior Brother Shi Jian?

Daoist Qianhe was frantically brainstorming, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhang Ziyu watching his master beating zombies with a strange expression.

So subconsciously asked: "Ziyu, what's going on with your master?"

Zhang Ziyu's face twitched, and he replied: "I accidentally refined a magic weapon, which is the tyrant's armor on my body, which can increase strength, improve defense, and even change the tyrant at critical times."

Daoist Qianhe stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth slightly, and said in shock: "You mean that the black armor on senior brother's body, and the transformation into an evil god are all thanks to your magic weapon?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded, and was about to speak, when he caught sight of the tyrant, the muscular devil, and the Four-Eyed Master, who had grabbed the head of the royal zombie with one hand and fixed it in front of him.

He had already picked up the big bronze sword in his other hand and held it up high, as he saw that he was about to behead him face to face.

"Fuck, Master, be merciful!"