"You must start first, and then later, even I will be gone!"

Looking at his body that was about to disappear, God King Ciling finally felt a trace of panic. He gritted his teeth and took out a spirit pill from his waist.

"Puppets. As long as you tear up the kid in front of you, your soul will be liberated!"

"The Art of Gathering Soul!"

The pill turned into a stream of air. He quickly rushed into every inch of the body of the King of Ling Ling, and he yelled, a strand of invisible thin lines was affecting every corpse puppet.

The zombies received instructions. They turned their heads stiffly, and a strange smile flashed across their hollow eyes.

In the next moment, the zombies were madly biting each other regardless of you and me. The scene was unsightly, and it was like a Shura field.

There were also some zombies rushing towards Zhao Yi frantically, but no matter what they did, Zhao Yi remained motionless, a terrible suffocation overflowed, and within a few breaths, they rushed towards Zhao Yi's corpses. All turned into fly ash and disappeared!

"eat……"

The zombies tilted their heads and constantly gnawed at the corpse puppets around them, and as they swallowed, not only the body became taller, but the breath became more vigorous!

A few minutes later, those hundreds of corpse puppets. All have been eaten by the strongest zombies.

The strongest zombie swallowed the last head, and its body was raised up and stood up. It was ten meters long, completely dark, and its body became pitted in the fierce battle just now.

"Eat you!"

The strongest zombie turned his head slowly. Its face looked terrifying and cold under the dim light, its facial features were distorted, and the corners of its mouth were constantly overflowing with fishy mucus, making it nauseous.

"You do not deserve!"

Zhao Yi looked up with difficulty. His eyes kept changing between pitch black and crimson, he pressed the last trace of clarity and stared at the strongest zombie.

As it swallows each other's companions, it has become extremely powerful. I am afraid that it is no longer weaker than a powerhouse in the middle of the gods just by its cultivation base!

"Kill! Kill him! I will liberate your souls. Return to the dust!"

At this time, the God King Tsiling was completely downwind, fleeing frantically under the attack of the war spirit puppets. The situation that was originally well matched has completely turned into being chased by a puppet...

"It's so pitiful. I'm afraid that the people who came here have been brutally attacked by God King Ciling."

Zhao Yi muttered to himself, the evil spirit rippling all over his body was encroaching on its last Qingming step by step.

"Let me... liberate your souls!"

Zhao Yi obviously also knew that he couldn't hold back at this time. When the voice fell, he slowly stretched out his middle finger. Not only was there a magical power flowing on it, but also a suffocating aura continued to entangle it. Horror fluctuations quietly spread inside.

"Mie Shen Jue! The third finger... Tianhong Po!"

Zhao Yi slowly pressed his middle finger, and the divine power and evil spirit entangled and merged with each other, and the power between the two was extremely strong. Zhao Yi's fingers immediately bleed.

Not only that, the festering **** can also vaguely see the bones!

Even so, Zhao Yi never even wrinkled his brows, and the entire mausoleum became quiet for the fingers he pressed.

"Then...what is it?!"

The God King Ciling and the Spirit Puppet, who were constantly fleeing and chasing, stopped at the same time, the former looked at the sky above Zhao Yi with shock.