The whole house shook under the surge of thunder and lightning. The blue thunder and lightning of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info have been condensed into purple after several swirls. The long dragon formed by purple thunder and lightning circled in the air, as if smelling a fragrance, and the Super Corpse King rushed away. At this time, the corpse king's eyes were already red, this time because it was frightened, it didn't run a few steps, it curled up, no longer able to escape, obediently lying on the ground, waiting for the thunderous judgment.

The Taoist did not have a trace of pity because of the corpse king's weakness, "Boom! With a loud bang, the purple electricity spread like ripples around the Corpse King, but it did not spread far, but formed a huge ball of electricity around the Corpse King, "crackling" and bombarding the Corpse King's body. This momentum made Chen Feng and Feng Yuan take several steps back.

Chen Feng expected that the person in front of him was the real secret, and he was really powerful!

After the wind calmed down, Chen Feng saw that a corner of the entire roof had disappeared. The already dilapidated windows turned into powder, and the sound of the wind came from the windows. In the midst of the rolling thunder, a lot of wood turned to ashes, and stones to powder. Chen Feng and Feng Yuan, who had closed their eyes because of the dazzling light of the thunder, looked at the corpse king who had been attacked.

The Corpse King was completely black, lying on the ground like charcoal, his hair and clothes were charred, his body was covered with large and small cracks, and black smoke was rising from time to time. For some reason, it was so coincidental that its other leg was hit by thunder many times, and I don't know where it was blown up.

Just when Chen Feng and Feng Yuanchang breathed a sigh of relief, a three-foot-long painting fell from the sky with the debris in the sky. The dust was sprinkled, and after the canvas slowly unfolded, Chen Feng and Feng Yuan saw the content on the canvas - a bloody mouth was drawn on it. In the bright moonlight, the blood basin opened its mouth, and the blue teeth and blood-red tongue appeared, and an eerie aura immediately filled the surroundings, as if something had come from hell. Immediately after, a stream of viscous red blood flew out of the big mouth in the picture, and flew directly to the corpse king's sparse body, covering her whole body.

Chen Feng suddenly thought: Could it be the painting by the window? I didn't expect the calligraphy and painting that I thought were ordinary to be like this.

The moment it came into contact with the blood, the shriveled skin of the Corpse King was as if it had been scalded with boiling oil, and there were clearly visible blood blisters. The blood bubble burst immediately after it bulged.

When the corpse king's whole body was covered with this kind of blood bubble and burst one after another, the blood smeared all over the corpse king's body, and entered the corpse king's body through the opening after the blood bubble burst.

A moan came from the Corpse King's mouth, and her skin began to become ruddy and shiny after the blood gradually seeped in, and the speed was very fast, and after a while, the dying Corpse King actually moved again!

Including the Taoist, the three of them looked at this unbelievable scene in amazement, not knowing why this phenomenon happened, let alone what the consequences would bring.

"It's not good, this corpse king is going to mutate! Burn that picture! When he saw that the body of the corpse king was being quickly recovered, the middle-aged Daoist suddenly realized, and had a premonition that something was wrong, so he hurriedly shouted.

But it was too late, Feng Yuan, who picked up the torch to burn the ancient painting, was directly bounced out by a bloody light. The ancient painting was still lying on the ground at first, but after the blood gushed out, it slowly stood up and suspended in the air. Around the ancient paintings, a faint red blood light was formed, protecting the ancient paintings inside. As the blood continued to gush, the tongue and sharp teeth in the big mouth of the blood basin moved. At this time, whoever sees this painting will assume that the mouth belongs to the evil spirits of hell.

Gradually, the blood-red halo encircled the corpse king and the ancient paintings, and even if the Taoist rushed a few times with the green steel sword in his hand, he couldn't break in.

The corpse king, who had already broken his skin and flesh, recovered quickly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and soon recovered, and even his two legs grew back on. She looks stronger and more energetic than ever.

After recovering his body, the corpse king slowly got up like a peasant woman who had slept soundly all night, stretched his waist, and even yawned, completely ignoring the three people in front of him. Raising her head, she stared at the ancient painting floating in the air, and suddenly laughed, snarling and mysterious. When she laughed, her distorted face began to slowly calm down, turning into an extremely ordinary dead face, completely recovering the appearance of an old woman, but her face was already full of wrinkles, and it was a little more pale, no better than the distorted face just now.

The ancient painting flew slowly in the air like iron powder meeting a magnet, and stuck to the chest of the Corpse King. The blood-red light shone again, and a fishy smell came to the nose, and the flesh and blood of the corpse king's chest actually took the initiative to peel off, hide the ancient painting in it, and slowly close it again.

The Corpse King lowered his head, and kept fiddling with the flesh on his chest with his long nails, as if thinking about something.

When the ancient paintings disappeared into the body of the corpse king, the halo that surrounded them finally disappeared. The Corpse King slowly raised his head again, and began to gather a large number of three people in front of him, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Not daring to slack off, Chen Feng and Feng Yuan immediately stepped aside, and the Daoist also raised the green steel sword in his hand and stabbed directly at the Corpse King. Although there was no rune paper to guide this time, the Taoist directly transported the secret technique, and there was still a not weak thunder flash on the green steel sword, and the power was still not to be underestimated. However, what is very amazing is that the corpse king didn't care about the stabbing sword at all, and he didn't even dodge it in the slightest. The green steel sword stabbed on the skin of the corpse king and stopped, no matter how much the Daoist urged the secret power, he couldn't penetrate a single bit. The Taoist had to put away the green steel sword, and then looked at the place where the corpse king was stabbed, leaving only a little white scratch. As for the thunder light, it didn't leave a single scorch mark on the corpse king's body.

When the Daoist stabbed out that sword, Feng Yuan secretly picked up a big stone and threw it over, trying to distract the Corpse King. Who knows, the corpse king saw it or not, grabbed it, grabbed it accurately, and threw it out directly from the loophole in the roof, and when the stone fell again after a long time, it was already a pile of debris. The power of the corpse king's claws made Feng Yuan feel a chill in his heart.

The Corpse King is no longer what he used to be, and he can barely deal with it.

Turning around slowly, the corpse king's miserable green eyes looked at the three people around him, his distorted faces did not change at all, but he saw that Feng Yuan and Chen Feng felt cold in their hearts.