Zombie Evolution

"Zhang Daoyou, I have already sent a letter using Jade and sent a message to Senior Jiao. Senior Jiao and Senior Liao will soon come to help, Taoist does not need to work hard, just save their lives."

At this time, Zhao Yang's anxious voice came from Zhang Yang's ear. As if ringing directly in the soul, it is obvious that the other party is using God's Consciousness.

Zhang Yang's expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't heard it.

He knew that the strong man across him was the only one he had seen in his life. The breath emanating from the other person was even more powerful than the ninth-level Titan giant ape encountered in the barren land of the Witch Man's Temple. Somewhat strong look.

Fighting against such a strong man must go all out and not have the slightest chance of fluke. If you take a procrastinating attitude, you are trying to die. I am afraid that the other party can take their own lives.

"You go first! The deity comes to stop him."

Zhang Yang's eyes stared at Sambo, without blinking, but he said something to Zhao Da and others behind him.

At this time, Sun San had also rushed over, watching the situation on the field, his face was dignified.

"How can Zhang Daoyou say such a thing! If we fight side by side, how can we abandon Daoyou to escape?" Sun San was bold and open-minded.

However, what he said made Zhang Yang's favor greatly. Those who can't escape by themselves in this case are worth making.

However, the more positive they are, the more they cannot be allowed to stay. Zhang Yang's face sank, and he yelled:

"Come on! Don't you want to stay to support the deities?"

Sun San thought about Zhang Yang's abnormal speed, opened his mouth wide, and finally sighed.

"OK! Take care of Zhang Daoyou!"

Unloaded Zhao Da. The three immediately flew towards the distance with Friday.

"You're strong! But you can't do anything to cover them up!" Sambo looked at Zhang Yang. The tone of speech is very different from that when facing Nara, and he should be more respected.

Obviously, this is respect for the strong-although the opponent is the enemy.

It is also a respect for Zhang Yang's character to cover his companion first.

"Maybe, I'm stronger than you think." Zhang Yang's mouth hung a smile, a confident smile.

Rattling!

With a burst of peasant sounds, Zhang Yang's body muscles broke out and became thick; a circle of fiery red scales on his right arm appeared. Becomes dry and powerful-Kirin's claws open.

Huh!

When the figure flashed, Sambo bypassed Zhang Yang, and chased after Zhao Da who had fled.

Sambo is fast, very fast.

But it's just fast.

And Zhang Yang's speed is teleportation.

Teleport. No need to consume time. It is possible to go from one point to another.

No matter how fast you move, it takes time.

Therefore, Zhang Yang intercepted Sambo very smoothly.

This time, Zhang Yang was also ready to attack, and his right arm, Kirin Arm, smashed hard at Sambo.

Huh!

The two fists fought fiercely, Zhang Yang's figure fluttered backwards again, and Sambo's figure flickered. Take two steps backwards.

Huh!

In a burst of sounds, a stone golem protruded from the ground.

"It's him! This humble zombie! He even killed eight of my tribe! Hate! Lord Sambo, kill him! Kill him!" The scream of a shrieking piercing the eardrum was uncomfortable, and a thin stone **** Eyes were covered with black silk, and dried fingers pointed at Zhang Yang, booing and snarling.

This stone grate is naturally the elder Nara.

Oh!

Sanbao's feet landed on the ground, his hands behind his back, his eyes falling. Full of disdain and contempt.

"When is your turn to direct my lord to do things? You say one more word, and the deity turns and leaves."

Nai Lai is a stagnation. His face swelled up instantly, and his eyes looking at Sambo were extremely angry.

The mouth opened and opened again. It is impossible to say a word.

Soon, Nero's expression was adjusted, put on a humble smile, and bowed his head towards Sambo.

"Master Sanbao, please forgive me, it ’s the villain who is rude. It is really the villain who sees his own enemies and makes mistakes with anger. He also hopes that Lord Sanbao forgive me!" The tone was extremely respectful, but in the lowered head, the corners of his eyes were rude The light flashed.

Zhang Yangqing's eyesight is strong. Even if he does not open it deliberately, it is far beyond the monks of the same level, but he sees this scene clearly.

"You are not needed here, and the battle between me and Zhang Daoyou is next. Lead your clan to chase those fleeing human monks!" Sambo didn't look at Nai Luo.

"Yes, Lord Sambo." Naluo agreed, not seeing any dissatisfaction.

咻咻 咻 ——

Naraku greeted him, and a group of stone golems plunged into the rock layer, chasing in the direction that Zhao Da and others left.

Shi Yan has a special induction method for enemies who have hurt his own people, but he does not hesitate to chase them away.

Zhang Yang stood still and did not stop.

Although Zhao Dahe was seriously injured on Friday, Sun San was still intact. Moreover, they crushed Yujian for help, and Qian Er and Li Si could join them soon.

Even if we do not count Maiji's reinforcements, their five yuan infant monks should be enough to deal with a group of stone magpies.

Of course, Zhang Yang was still a little uneasy. Because no matter whether it is Sambo or Naraku, they don't seem to be so mindless people. Since they dare to chase with these forces, I believe they have some confidence.

It's just that Zhang Yang can't care so much now. He feels that he has been locked by Sambo's air machine. As long as he moves, under the traction of the breath, the opponent takes the lead and he will fall behind.

Compared with Sambo, Zhang Yang's strength is not strong enough. If he falls behind, the chance of defeat will increase greatly.

"That Shi Jie has no good intentions for you. You are helping him, but he hates you. I believe that if there is a chance, that Shi Jie will kill you." Zhang Yang honestly accused, not only Because of respect for Sambo's behavior and reminding in good faith, I also want to use this to distract Sambo's attention and destroy the other party's mood.

Showdown between masters. The slightest gap can affect the outcome of the battle.

"I know." Sambo answered without mind. The mood was meaningless. "I'm not helping this mean group of creatures. I'm following the command of the master. The master currently needs their power, so they cannot die."

Zhang Yang was surprised.

The strength of this big man is not under the nine-level Titan giant ape at all, compared to the ordinary **** monk. Much stronger.

However, he even said "my master". What kind of powerful existence can be the master of this big man?

As for whether Sambo deliberately spoke "master" to undermine Zhang Yang's state of mind, Zhang Yang had no doubt at all.

He could see that Sambo was a bright and clear person. Since he said he was his master, then. He must be his own master.

Zhang Yang frowned slightly. My heart began to feel depressed, and a strong sense of crisis was inseparable anyway.

Gosh!

What kind of powerful existence did you provoke?

"Your master is Jiuying?" Zhang Yang asked something suddenly, thinking in his heart.

"Yes! Lord Jiuying is my master." Sambo did not hide.

call--

Zhang Yang exhaled deeply.

Nine babies!

It really is Jiuying!

It is worthy of being a person who can make the tribe of the Divine Period by relying only on the avatar.

There was a hunch in Zhang Yang's mind that this nine-baby would definitely become his old enemy in the future.

As for why this feels like this. He also didn't say clearly.

However, when he is such a strong man, intuition is often the most accurate.

"You know the teleportation technique, it's very good! It seems that you are the new zombie ancestor." Sambo did not know what Zhang Yang thought. Although he was expressionless, he expressed respect to Zhang Yang in his tone— Respect among the strong.

"However, I'm going to be serious next time. Be careful not to be killed by one hit. That would be too fun." Sambo looked at Zhang Yang and reminded him.

"I won't be killed by you. Because, I will kill you!" Zhang Yang's tone was bold.

"Hahaha ... Good! Good!" Sambo praised twice. The body suddenly moved.

Zhang Yang moved with a sense of consciousness.

Huh!

The afterimage flickered and appeared behind Sambo. The sharp claws of the right-handed Kirin arm were sharper than the high-end magic weapon, and cut to Sambo.

However, at the moment Zhang Yang's figure appeared, Sambo also moved.

The white light flashed in his hand, and a broad-backed sword was severely cut off at Zhang Yang.

At the moment when this big sword was sacrificed, Zhang Yang felt the coldness and the breath of death rushed towards his face.

This big sword turned out to have his own soul. Zhang Yang can clearly feel that the breath of this big knife is not weak at all compared to Sambo.

Even more frightening is that the breath of Sambo and the breath of the sword are completely integrated, as if it was not a sword, but a part of Sambo's body.

Fairy!

This sword is definitely a fairy!

Moreover, it is an immortal vessel that has been refined by the Three Treasures for countless years and fully integrated into one!

Zhang Yang has an intuition. Even if he teleports, he can't escape the attack of this big knife. The blade has completely locked itself.

This is a lock on the breath of the soul. When you add your own teleportation, the moment when it appears in another place, it will also bring the killing edge of the blade to the past. At that time, the teleportation has just finished.

Zhang Yang has only one choice.

Fight hard!

When he raised his hand, the blue light flashed, and Fukura sword was offered.

As a fairy, Zhang Yang believes that the quality of Fucang sword will never be lower than that of the big sword.

However, Zhang Yang didn't know for sure whether he could block the attack of this big sword. The reason is very simple. The sword in Sambo ’s hands has completely recognized the Lord and does not know how many years he has cultivated with hard work, just like his own body.

The Fang Cang sword in Zhang Yang's hands, however, did not even recognize the Lord, and could not exert one or two of its power.

If there were no accidents, Zhang Yang would never stop the blow.

Of course, Zhang Yang is not without opportunities. He was looking forward to the accident.

Zhang Yang's chance was the situation when Fucang Jian could appear in the Wumanzu Temple. When attacked by another immortal, the breath inspired the potential of Fucang Sword.

The power of this passive stimulation must not be compared with the active use of the Lord. However, this is already Zhang Yang's last chance.

Ding!

Fu Yang's sword rolled in Zhang Yang's hands, and the grid blocked the attack of Dadao.

Hum--

In a tremor, Fukang Jian's blue light shone. Zhang Yang could clearly feel that in the sword body of Fucang Sword, an ancient breath soared instantly.

Zhang Yang looked happy.

Bet right!

No matter what, Fu Cang Jian's soaring breath is his own opportunity.

Hum--

The big sword in Sambo's hand also followed a tremor, ejecting.

Sambo's face changed, staring closely at Fu Cang Jian in Zhang Yang's hands, his expression changed from shock to shock.

"Fukang Sword! It turns out that Fucang Sword is in your hands!"

Sambo's voice is no longer calm at first, as if to see the most terrifying existence.

"What is your relationship with Fucang seniors?" Sambo forced the shock in his heart and asked Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang heard a joy in his heart.

Senior Fucang?

Since this big man uses the word "predecessor" to refer to Fucang, and when referring to the name "Fu Cang", his tone is full of respect. Could it be said that he is a descendant of Fu Cang?

According to Fucang, he was suppressed in ancient times. Well, it seems that this big man doesn't know how many years he has lived.

Zhang Yang was really not sure about winning this big man-especially after the other party offered a fairy that can be completely controlled, Zhang Yang became even more unsure.

Zhang Yang was relieved to be able to surrender without fighting.

"Fu Cang's seniors have a great deal of favors to Xiaxia. They are given to Xiaxia treasures and passed on to Xiaxia. They are the most respected people in Xiaxia." Zhang Yang also did not hesitate to praise the old ghost at this time. It seems that he has a close relationship with Fucang.

Especially the middle two sentences can easily cause misunderstanding to each other, as if Zhang Yang was a disciple of Fu Cang old.

"Does Daoyou also know Fucang seniors?" Zhang Yang asked.

Then, he waited for the answer from the other party—it turned out to be his own. Then they shook hands and talked together to destroy the horrible group of stone golems ... What a perfect script!

Zhang Yang even thought about the answer ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ However, the next answer for Sambo was to make Zhang Yang almost swallow his tongue.

I saw, Sambo's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhang Yang's heart was tight, and a secret passage was not good, I'm afraid he pressed the wrong treasure.

Sure enough, Sambo clasped the sword with both hands:

"Great! It turned out that you have been passed down by Fucang's predecessors. Fucang's predecessors were my old enemies, and they fought against them in ancient times. They have won and lost for many years. The owner most hopes to defeat. If Sambo can be here to kill Fu Cang's predecessor and bring this Fukura sword back, I believe the host will be very happy. Since the host has been out of sleep, the owner has been unhappy. This time, Let Sambo come to do a happy thing for the master! "

"Йж ※ # § ......" Zhang Yang was silent for a while, secretly scolding his mother. (To be continued ...)

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