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The killing continues, this corpse ... or the existence of a zombie, so ridiculously powerful, that all the people from the rivers and lakes present could not kill him.

The corpses ran across the field, and the **** smell mixed with the odor of the corpses, still floating far away in the heavy rain.

There were only ten people from ten thousand in the whole camp.

"What the **** are you? What do you want to do?" Wan Dongting held a long sword and stabbed the zombie several times without hurting the other party.

When the stainless steel sword stabs on the zombie, only the sound of "ding ding" collided with gold and stone.

Can't break its defense, how to fight?

Therefore, Wan Dongting was anxious, watching the juniors around him die one by one, he was anxious and angry, and issued a crazy questioning voice.

The zombie's eyes were dull, his shrivelled eyes narrowed into a slit, dark, and no eyeballs could be seen. This kind of appearance was even more terrifying.

His teeth, because his skin was too tight, were exposed, and his teeth were yellow and long, and he mumbled something vaguely.

Someone stopped in front of him. He reached into his belly and pulled it out gently, and pulled out his heart.

The knife chopped on him, clanged, and cut more cracks into the rotten robe.

The zombie's blue-black body was exposed, and there was no trace of scars.

Perhaps he had already sucked blood, and his body swelled a little bit more than when he first left the cemetery.

But this look, even one thousand meters away from him, can be recognized at a glance that he is not a living person.

"Mine, mine ..." The zombie reached out and stared anxiously and angrily at the last Wan Family, the Dan Furnace, always a distance away from him.

Click, a flash of lightning suddenly landed at the zombie's feet, noisy, the current spread through the rain through his body.

He was about to kill a recent 10,000 practitioner, but his body suddenly stiffened, trembling violently, and a smelly black mist spit out of his mouth.

The whole body, a thin circle, seems to have been greatly injured.

The cultivator a mile across, smelled a trace of black mist, and suddenly his face was blue, and his mouth spewed white foam. He fell on the ground and twitched a few times, and his entire body became blue-black without sound.

"Zombies are afraid of lightning. Hurry, hurry, who can attract lightning?" Of course, there is no shortage of smart people in the Wanjia practitioners. Someone instantly discovered the weakness of the zombie and shouted excitedly.

Everyone glanced at him like an idiot, and then replied: "We just got to the stage of Wu Xiu Qi gathering. If we were able to use spells, we would have destroyed him long ago, and we still have to wait until now?"

"Uh ..." The man was speechless.

In the future, he couldn't speak anymore, because at the moment he talked, the zombie rushed again, grabbed him, bite him on the neck, grunted, and sipped blood.

The man's body was stiff, and his whole body was instantly numb like CLP. His eyes were straight, and he couldn't say a word. Until the blood was absorbed, it was like dead wood, and the bar fell to the ground.

"The zombies are drinking blood again, Uncle Dongting, shall we escape?" Someone trembles in fear, begging.

"He can't escape, he's faster than most people. But if it's enough, let's escape." After that, Wan Dongting swayed, carrying a long sword, and rushed outside the camp.

Yes, Wan Dongting escaped, unable to break through the defense of the zombies, he had lost the confidence to fight.

He doesn't need to run faster than zombies, as long as he runs faster than others, it is enough.

"Uncle Dongting, you ..."

The Wan family lost their backbone, and the defensive formation immediately became chaotic.

The zombie rushed in, like a tiger, like a flock of sheep. Only a few cultivators were left, and he was torn to pieces in a blink of an eye.

The last young man holding the Danlu was not dead, because when the zombie rushed in front of him, he just snatched Danlu with his dry hands and placed it beside his nose like a baby, sniffing and smelling, a pair Intoxicated look.

"My red furnace, my red medicine." The zombies repeated this sentence in a weird tone, and sniffed enough before they strayed around the red furnace and wanted to open it.

For some reason, no matter how anxious he is, he can't open this red hearth.

From the initial touch, to the later buckle, and now to smash.

Like a lunatic, he was so anxiously screaming and smashing the ground stones into debris that couldn't open the half-height monastery.

The young man of the ten thousand family was so scared that his urine came out. He thought he would die this time, but he didn't expect the attention of the zombies.

So he rolled and crawled and escaped from the camp.

The sky was too dark and the heavy rain was too anxious. He could not remember the direction of going down the mountain, but by instinct, he wanted to be farther away from the zombies.

Click, another flash of lightning, fell beside the zombie.

This time, the impact on him was even greater. He was directly struck by lightning, and his mouth and nose were smoking, and the pain was screaming.

"It turns out that he will also hurt." Standing on the stone a few hundred meters away to see the lively Wang Ping'an, he still did not go, fearlessly, silently observing everything about the zombies.

"Brother, this zombie is too fierce, shall we also escape? Such a monster, perhaps only some old sect gates, will be able to clean it up." Qin Xiaoyu's teeth trembled and persuaded.

"Escape? Why should we escape? If we escape, what will the villagers do under the mountain?" Wang Ping An finished, jumping off the stone and striding toward the camp.

"But he was so fierce that even Wan Dongting escaped ..."

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly couldn't say anything, because the zombie, who was mad because of the thunder, picked up the red hearth, caught up with the 10,000 young people who had not yet fled, threw it up, and it was another blood suck.

May be injured, need blood to supplement physical strength.

Wang Ping's pace is still not slow.

He is not a murderer and will not kill 10,000 family members, but he will not stop the zombies from killing.

After all, he hated Wan's family a lot, and felt a few more dead, but also quiet.

So when the zombie happened to absorb the blood of the man, Wang Pingping reached the zombie.

Roar!

The zombie's narrow, dark eyes stared at Wang Ping'an and made a crazy cry.

There was no pause, he threw down the body without blood, and rushed to Wang Ping.

Just after being struck by thunder, he needs blood.

His speed was very fast, and with a pungent wind, he immediately came to Wang Ping'an.

He held Danlu in one hand and grabbed Wang Ping's neck with the other.

According to the experience just now, there is no possibility that this will be missed.

However, he failed.

Wang Ping'an flashed and rushed to his side, snatching his red furnace away.

It's made of copper and it's heavy. Don't look at it. It's only half a person. It's still empty, but it's more than three hundred kilograms.

Feeling the weight and feeling comfortable, Wang Pingping raised the Dan furnace high and slammed it into the head of the zombie.

boom.

After all, the zombie's limb is a bit rigid, and Wang Ping's speed is not slow.

This time, he was hitting the head of the zombie without ever avoiding it.

However, the zombie's head was still intact, but his body was shaken abruptly, and both hands grabbed Danlu.

This is his treasure, even if he was hit hard, he didn't want to give up.

"My ... Dan furnace."

The zombie's voice was vague, and he said firmly.

The power of the zombie is so great that Wang Ping'an didn't turn into a super muscle master. He actually robbed him a little bit. Danlu was little by little and was held in his arms by the zombie from above his head.

Wang Ping'an was annoyed, released the Dan furnace, and kicked him a dozen meters away.

"You are a zombie, you still love money so much when you die? I don't want to grab an antique and sell it back?"