Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Um?"

Yan Chixia raised her thick eyebrows

"What do you mean!"

He Cheng stared at the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Yan Chixia's hand, "Lend me the sword and I will return it to you later, and I promise you to release all the female ghosts in Lanruo Temple."

He could also kill Yan Chixia and grab the sword, but seeing Yan Chixia's high fighting spirit, He Cheng really didn't want to collide with him.

There are a lot of troubles in the city in vain, and his coming out this time also gave Wude Xingjun a chance to hook up with Zhong Kui. If he didn't hurry up and the two parties agreed on a price, he would only die.

Yan Chixia looked at Xuanyuan Divine Sword and wondered what she was thinking.

"Including Xiaoqian?" Ning Caichen asked hurriedly.

He Cheng ignored him and only looked at Yan Chixia.

"Big Beard, why are you hesitating? Give him the sword quickly! Can a sword be worth so many lives?"

"Fuck your grandma! You are just obsessed with ghosts!" Yan Chixia glared at Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen shrank his neck, although in his eyes a sword was not as important as Nie Xiaoqian.

Yan Chixia shook her iron-nail-like beard, looked down at the sword in her hand, and sighed.

With a flick of his hand, the sword whirled towards He Cheng, and with a sound of "chi--", it was inserted exactly two fingers in front of He Cheng's toes.

Although Yan Chixia pretended to be nonchalant, in fact, the magic power in her body had been exhausted long ago, and she did not even have the strength to fight back.

I can only cross the sword, not for myself, but also for the sake of this poor scholar and the poor enslaved female ghosts.

Yan Chixia always had some scruples when she heard the word "Xia".

Ning Caichen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that He Chengzhen did not touch the urns, but instead pulled out all the urns from the ground with a wave of his hand.

"Where is Xiaoqian?" Ning Caichen asked.

He Cheng pulled out the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and felt the sharpness of the sword.

This weapon is still above the nine-tooth nail rake. The reason why Yan Chixia has always been able to fight enemies across levels has finally been found.

I remember that when he fought against the city lord in vain, He Cheng killed the mountain with only the sword light of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. Now that he has the Divine Sword in his hand, his chances of winning have increased by two points.

"Where is Xiaoqian's urn?" Ning Caichen continued to ask.

"Naturally, go back and meet me to get married."

"You, you don't keep your word!"

"City Lord, won't you kill this kid?"

Yuan Detai also saw that the problem this time was mainly due to Ning Caichen.

"gone"

The corpse's energy rushed to the ground, how could it fly into the sky?

"Yes..." Yuan Detai took back his sword and followed He Cheng's back.

"Big Beard, Big Beard, why didn't you kill them and let them take Xiaoqian away!"

Ning Caichen had just walked up to Yan Chixia to question, but saw Yan Chixia closing her eyes and falling to the ground.

"Big beard! Big beard!" Ning Caichen was almost frightened out of his wits.

Fortunately, when he raised his hand to try, Yan Chixia just fell asleep.

"Alas...Xiaoqian..."

Nie Xiaoqian, the female ghost that Ning Caichen was still talking about, now appeared in front of He Cheng.

Wearing a wedding dress, crying pear blossoms bring rain.

"Nie Xiaoqian?"

"My daughter is Nie Xiaoqian..." The female ghost nodded.

“Good looking”

Not only does it look good, he has seen this face on too many people, but the temperament of the person he sees is different every time.

Nie Xiaoqian has a quiet sadness about her.

He Cheng did not exchange a few words with Nie Xiaoqian. The marriage was just a matter of formality. It was not Nie Xiaoqian who was getting married today, and other monsters and monsters would not be picky either.

"Stop crying, be happy"

Nie Xiaoqian secretly wiped her tears and looked at He Cheng quietly.

She once heard her grandma say that the old demon from Montenegro was lustful and married ninety-nine wives and concubines. None of the female ghosts who married the old demon from Montenegro would enjoy happiness, and many would be tortured.

It was pitiful to be a ghost after death, but now she had to face such treatment, Nie Xiaoqian felt even more sad. She was just surprised that the old Black Mountain demon in front of her was different from what her grandma said.

Apart from saying "she looks good", he never looked at her or said another word.

Falling to the city of vain death,

He Cheng pinched Nie Xiaoqian's chin and looked up and down, "Old Yuan, do you know how to put on makeup? I'm crying."

Yuan Detai shook his head "No" in a muffled voice.

"I remember that the ghost general Zi Mu seems to know how to do it." Yuan Detai has fused many ghost generals. He should also understand how the female ghost applies rouge and eyebrows.

Yuan Detai nodded reluctantly, "I'll try."

An old man in his 160s or 70s used two or three pens to apply makeup to a female ghost. The scene was too weird.

Nie Xiaoqian almost couldn't help laughing.

"Laugh, it's better to smile more"

He Cheng took her hand and whispered in her ear, "After we go in, we will go to the church to get married, but I have something for you to do. Go and toast three people..."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, not daring to resist.

"Master Heishan has brought back the bride~"

As soon as they entered the city of Fusi, hundreds of demons in the city exploded, and the suona sounded, and the sound was like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

The cheerful melody greets the aroma of wine, and at first glance it looks like a happy atmosphere.

"Master, the auspicious time has come!" Gongsun Jiuniang looked at Nie Xiaoqian under the red hijab and said.

He Cheng gave her an appreciative look.

"Then let's go get married! I'll host it." Wude Xingjun stood up from Zhong Kui and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Thank you Xingjun"

"Ahem!" Wude Xingjun cleared his throat and said, "Bow down to heaven and earth!"

When worshiping heaven and earth, not only He Cheng can't bend down, but also all the demons here. Heaven wants to destroy demons, and the world of immortals and demons are incompatible. How can we worship heaven when we get married?

"Bye," He Cheng said when Nie Xiaoqian froze.

The marriage of demons is no different from that of mortals. After three prayers, they become husband and wife.

"Xiao Qian, go down below and toast the demon kings and ghost kings!"

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, followed by Gongsun Jiuniang holding a wine tray.

He Cheng also followed Nie Xiaoqian with his eyes, and did not look away until she reached Nanshan Weng.

"Old demon of Montenegro, it seems that you love your bride very much."

Wude Xingjun picked up the wine cup with a smile on his face.

"We just got married, I must love her." He Cheng turned around and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian again, and saw Nan Shanweng's face changed, and turned into a smile again, standing in front of her.

He turned around and said, "Xingjun, actually there is something in me that I have always wanted to return to its original owner. After seeing Xingjun today, I am even more convinced that this thing should definitely be given to you."

"oh?"

Wude Xingjun twitched his wine-red cheeks and said with a smile, "What is it?"

"It's not a valuable thing."

He Cheng waved his hand, and a golden sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Seeing the sword, Wude Xingjun's expression changed drastically.

"At that time, I accidentally killed a straw bag, and he was holding this sword in his hand."

He Cheng suddenly slapped his head

"...Oh, by the way, he also has a tear mole."

Click! !

The wine glass in Wude Xingjun's hand shattered, and the wine splashed on his face.

"Xingjun, I think that idiot looks similar to you. I wonder if you know the owner of this sword?" He Cheng handed the sword to Wude Xingjun's face.

"That's my brother..." Wude Xingjun responded very coldly, but the murderous intention in his body was as hot as a flame.

"That's it..."

He Cheng nodded, suddenly took half a step back, and shouted, "Close the door, start the killing!"

"Pay with your life!"

Wude Xingjun took advantage of his height and arm length, leaned forward, pinched his fingers and claws forward, and headed straight for He Cheng's neck.

He Cheng grabbed the sword with his backhand and lifted it up. The blade was cutting into Wude Xingjun's palm, and at the same time, he tapped the sword with his little finger.

Wude Xingjun was just about to hold the sword with his bare hands and seize the sword to slay the zombie demon. Who would have thought that with a little finger, the sword swung away and made a buzzing sound, and he pulled away his palm. Taking advantage of Wude Xingjun's open hand, He Cheng pressed forward, pressing his elbow on the sword blade and dragging it upward.

There was a stabbing sound, and three or four drops of golden blood hung on the sword.