Reborn Zombie Supreme

Let's talk about it before. Mao Shanming entered the cave and met He Cheng who was dormant again, and was caught by his back collar.

"Master Zombie, I didn't mean to steal your jade!"

Mao Shanming was so frightened that he moved his shoulders with his elbows, swaying left and right and struggling hard.

Looking at the face of the corpse getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and grabbed onto his belt.

Bliss!

Maoshan was as smooth as a loach. In the blink of an eye, he took off his clothes and escaped from He Cheng's clutches with his bare buttocks.

"Master, I don't want any more clothes. I'll give them to you. I'll give them all to you!"

Doesn't he have anything valuable on him? A pair of tattered clothes, a few pieces of yellow talisman paper that didn't work when it failed, a small cup of cinnabar mixed with water, and a book of Maoshan skills for traveling in the world, they were not worth a date at all.

"Uncle Ming! Uncle Ming! Us!"

The big and small ghosts are still trapped in the paper umbrella.

"It's broken, Dabao Xiaobao!"

Mao Shanming rushed to the entrance of the cave, his left foot stepped under the warm sunshine, but his right leg had difficulty and did not step forward.

The two ghosts had been following him for a long time, sharing the same joys and sorrows.

Taking a step forward, the zombies cannot catch up, but the fate of the two ghosts is not guaranteed.

"Alas" Mao Shanming sighed, raised his right foot and stomped the ground hard, pinched the magic formula with his left and right hands, and shouted loudly: "Please bring forth the spirit of the ancestor!"

At the end of the daylight, a red light came.

He Cheng squinted and saw that the words on the top of Mao Shanming's head changed from level 5 to level 7 Lame Taoist.

"I didn't expect that my lame Taoist would have a descendant, hahaha!"

Mao Shan, who had one eye crooked and his right leg was half short, pretending to be lame, burst into laughter. The changes in his momentum and posture clearly meant that his body was still there but his soul had changed hands.

This is a method of Zhu Youshu, also called Shen Da.

Invite the gods to come up. You can also invite the powerful warriors in yellow turbans, heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, and the third prince Nezha.

I would like to invite you to have a bull-headed horse-faced judge, Zhong Kui, and Yama from the Ten Palaces.

Mortal warlocks are all capable of two divine attacks, and even many martial arts performers on the street, such as swallowing coals of fire, crushing chests with boulders, and picking up people's ears, all seem to be skills that humans cannot do. They are all divine attacks.

If you are not good at martial arts, you can do it without pain at the moment. When the pain comes, you can grit your teeth and endure it by yourself. It is suitable for you to show off as a hero and find a place, or to go into battle to kill the enemy.

If you are powerful, you can invite the gods to come to the world and use all kinds of extraordinary skills. No matter how strong your opponent is, you have to give up.

Of course, those invited are not real bodies, and the strength is closely related to the cultivator himself.

Mao Shanming's skill in inviting gods was good, but the ancestor he invited was not so good.

Level 7?

He Cheng jumped up and slapped him.

"Hmph! How dare a little zombie act so arrogantly in front of me!"

The lame Taoist snorted coldly, raised his lame right leg and pointed it at He Cheng, and his limp right foot kicked out with a burst of energy!

The power comes quickly.

He Cheng hit the waste ore wall behind with a "bang" sound.

The white-haired chainmail was extremely tough, and the kick seemed powerful, but in fact it didn't cause much damage to him.

"There's a way!"

He Cheng became interested. For him at level 7, killing someone should be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, just like meat on a chopping board.

Who would have thought that a lame Taoist with low cultivation level would still have such two abilities!

"What a white-haired zombie, so weird!"

The lame Taoist was secretly speechless.

In the daytime, when the sun is the brightest, the corpse energy of the zombies is restrained, and two or three young adults can subdue them.

The bones of zombies at this time are like deep-fried crisps, and the skin is as thin as air-drying. It breaks when kicked and breaks when poked. It is impossible for them to be so durable in broad daylight.

He Cheng didn't care about his shock. The two sides were fighting for their lives. His back touched the wall and bounced back. He Cheng's heels hit the ground again, his arms straightened out and turned into spears, and he grabbed the lame Taoist!

A spear shot out like a flying arrow with thunder!

The lame Taoist's eyelids jumped and he shouted, "It's a disaster! It's a disaster!"

There is something wrong with the legs, but the regression is not slow.

He calmly took two or three steps back, his left foot stuck to the ground, his toes were nailed to the ground like a top, and he was dragged around in a big circle.

The right leg was kicked out, and the broken shoe flew out first.

Whoosh——

The broken shoe flew and hit He Cheng's chest. The force did not stop He Cheng. The broken shoe was not his ultimate move. The real killer move came now!

The dirty feet suddenly swelled, the blood vessels bulged, and thin and dense red blood flowed down the hair, hanging on the thick black leg hair.

Who would have thought that the remaining leg could perform such fancy kicks, such as a quick scissor, and the sole of the foot hit the zombie's ribs!

"Go to hell!"

He Cheng was kicked and fell to the ground.

It seemed that he was at a disadvantage in the first confrontation. He was lame and had some skills.

"Want to kill me? Just go and die!"

He Cheng howled and jumped up, stiffening his arms and exerting great force. As if his body had memory, he turned around and hid, then hit the lame Taoist's right leg sideways.

There was a "ding" sound, like picking up an iron bar and hitting it on an iron plate. He Cheng's calf covered with black hair was punched, but it was not hurt at all!

Memories exploded in his body, as if someone was practicing martial arts in He Cheng's head.

The opponent used a pair of pumpkin hammers, which were made of solid copper. They danced vigorously and vigorously. The person who lost the pumpkin hammer also had extraordinary strength. He raised his hand to catch one person's side kick.

That kick was 80% similar to the kick that the lame Taoist hit him in front of He Cheng.

The corpse energy decreased during the day, which seemed to revive the body memory left by the original owner of He Cheng's body.

If you give him a precious horse and a pair of golden melon hammers, he can dominate the battlefield!

It felt like a lightning bolt piercing my forehead,

Blessings come to you.

He Cheng's left arm was stiff and pressed down, and his right fist was raised high.

A hard punch to the lower body and a stab to the head. Only two punches forced the lame Taoist to death.

The lame man's legs are not flexible. His right leg is out and his left leg is on the ground. Where can he get the legs and feet to move?

If he had withdrawn his right leg, he would have received a severe punch. If he had not withdrawn, he would have been able to dodge the punch to the top of his head, but not to the leg.

The fist turned into a golden hammer, like a meteor falling down the mountain in the middle of the night. It seemed that the birds in the forest were frightened under the fist and fled majestically with their wings fluttering.

Birds fleeing into the woods!

Left fist and right hammer, pressing and smashing!

The lame Taoist bit the tip of his tongue and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After suppressing the corpse energy in He Cheng's body, he reluctantly pulled out half of his body, raised his residual leg and hit He Cheng's left fist.

"Going head-to-head with a zombie?" He Cheng smiled inwardly, his left fist did not dodge and hit the stump of his leg.

The fists and feet collided, and a huge force suddenly came out. The lame Taoist screamed in pain, but suddenly lost his strength during the confrontation.

He actually used his strength to escape!

This lame Taoist was quite experienced in fighting. In the blink of an eye, he had already fallen into the sunlight outside.

"Monster! Demon! Alas!"

The lame Taoist shouted twice and his body shook, apparently leaving Mao Shanming's body.

Zombies know how to fight, so they are not considered monsters.

"Thank you, Grandmaster, for the rescue!"

Mao Shanming woke up, his mouth full of red blood mixed with saliva, he rubbed his right foot and prayed to the sky.

"Big baby, little baby, come to my mouth first!!"

He suddenly pinched his fingers, and the paper umbrella in He Cheng's hand trembled. Halfway up, two lines of green smoke escaped from the cave.

As soon as they touched the sun, the two ghosts started howling miserably. Fortunately, Mao Shanming was not far away, so the two ghosts finally stopped crying after getting up.

Two streaks of green smoke were swallowed by Mao Shanming.

The sound came from Mao Shanming's belly.

"Uncle Ming, what should we do now?"

"What should we do? Of course we should run away!"

Looking at the zombies that had fallen into the cave and could not come out, Mao Shanming ran for several miles with his lame legs, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's safe! Phew!"

"This zombie is so vicious. Grandmaster can't subdue him. It's better to hide away."

Touching my cold arms, I didn’t have the clothes to eat. The next step was not easy: “I’m hungry again.”

Gululu...

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He Cheng grabbed the paper umbrella and jumped back into the cave.

There was another strange thing just now. He was fighting with the lame Taoist, but suddenly a reminder came that he had gained 2 points of experience. Who did he kill by mistake? He Cheng shook his head and ignored it.

He doesn't feel any loss for escaping Mao Shanming and the two ghosts. He is not murderous. If you don't mess with him, then it's good for you, good for me, and good for everyone.

If you see him trying to kill you and then come back quickly, you have to risk your life.

He took off his tattered official robe and put on the robe belonging to Mao Shanming in his hand.

Mao Shanming's robe was one size too big, but it fit him just right.

The robe was exquisitely designed, with one side made of cloth, and when worn inside out, it turned into a yellow robe. However, the Bagua Taoist robe had no magical power, and when it touched He Cheng's body, the corpse energy "stabbed" and tore apart.

The yellow talisman in the cloth bag touched his hand and he raised it casually.

But with this paper umbrella, ghosts are not afraid of the sun, but what about zombies?