Yang Feiyun saw an ancient castle standing in the gloomy forest, and three crows stood on the top of the castle spire, "Wow Wow", and as he approached, they scattered in all directions.

"What a place for evil. ”

Although Yang Feiyun was scared in his heart, in order to deal with Qin Lin, he still stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock!~"

Yang Feiyun knocked on the door, and it was a young priest who opened the door, he looked at Yang Feiyun, an uninvited guest, and asked coldly, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Yang Feiyun once again put on his appearance of a good man and said, "I came to Hong Kong Island, and I heard that there is a Western zombie king here, I am very curious and want to visit." ”

When the little priest was embarrassed, an old priest suddenly came out, and when he heard Yang Feiyun's words, his face changed greatly, and he directly refused: "There are no zombies here, it's getting dark, you better leave as soon as possible." ”

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Yang Feiyun sneered: "Don't let me in, I want to go in." ”

As night fell, the already gloomy castle became even more terrifying.

But as the so-called art master is bold, Yang Feiyun has soared in cultivation since he was stimulated by Mao Xiaofang's psychic method to stimulate the potential of his whole body, coupled with an iron plate of divine calculation, he can be lucky and avoid evil, even if he is not as good as Mao Xiaofang, he can be regarded as a master.

Yang Feiyun turned over and got into the castle window, and as soon as he entered the castle, a cold and piercing aura came out, and the air was also filled with a thick corpse atmosphere.

“！”

"Looks like there are zombies here!"

"Bang dang!~"

The castle was really dim, but Yang Feiyun accidentally broke the classical vase next to him.

The old priest was sitting on the sofa in the hall and whispered his Bible, when he suddenly heard a noise and hurriedly ran over to inspect it.

"It's you!"

"What are you doing here? Get out of here, or you're welcome." ”

Yang Feiyun smiled treacherously: "You old thing, looking for death!"

"Huh!"

Yang Feiyun ran the True Yuan, the mana in his palm fluctuated non-stop, and with a "boom", a thunder snake shot out from his palm.

Palm Thunder!

To say that this Mao Xiaofang is really atmospheric, he directly taught Yang Feiyun all the Maoshan spells, let Yang Feiyun practice well, and then calculate the calamity after the cultivation is stable.

As everyone knows, Yang Feiyun's words are all lied to him, he really knows people and faces, but he doesn't know his heart!

The thunder in his palm had the momentum of thunder, and the old priest looked down on Yang Feiyun again, and when he reacted, the thunder had reached his chest, and he couldn't dodge it.

"Zizi!~"

The razer pierced his chest, arcing through his body. The old priest fell to the ground heavily, spitting blood from his mouth and his whole body convulsed violently.

"No, if you insist on going your own way and release Ghorus, it will be a catastrophe for the world. ”

Yang Feiyun looked at the old priest who had been severely injured by himself and was obviously dying, and he was very satisfied with the power he had now. Although he can only stop here because he stimulates his potential, cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao has never been his pursuit, all he wants is to be powerful.

"Get out of the way!"

The old priest was kicked and smashed against the wall, and the priest was out of breath.

"Huh?"

Yang Feiyun stared at the cross that had fallen from the old priest's clothes, and picked it up curiously.

“！”

"Silver!"

Feeling the power fluctuations in the cross, Yang Feiyun was sure that it was a treasure.

"Put it away first!"

As soon as the silver cross was put away, Yang Feiyun heard that someone was coming again.

"Priest!" It was the little priest who opened the door just now, he saw Yang Feiyun killing, but he raised the cross reverently, and then shouted at Yang Feiyun.

"God, come and punish this devil!"

Yang Feiyun's eyes were extremely cold, and he slowly took out a sharp knife with a cold light from his chest, shook it, and said fiercely: "God will not come to save you, but I can send you to meet your God!"

"Flutter!"

How could that young priest be Yang Feiyun's opponent, he just wanted to escape, but Yang Feiyun's sharp knife had already been inserted into his heart, slashing after slashing, blood splattering.

"I thought the priest was so powerful?!"

Spit twice, Yang Feiyun wiped the sharp knife, ignored the two corpses, and began to look for the legendary Western zombie - Count Gours.

Although the castle was large, it still allowed Yang Feiyun to find a coffin on the second floor, and the temperature near the coffin dropped sharply, and the richness of the corpse qi was unheard of by Yang Feiyun.

"Haha!"

"Tell Lus, it must be Tell Lus, now I see how you Qin Lin fight with me. ”

Yang Feiyun lifted the coffin, and the choking corpse breath came to his face. Yang Feiyun looked at the Western zombies that had almost turned into ashes, and said happily: "It's okay." ”

I saw Yang Feiyun bite his finger and squeeze out a drop of blood containing his spiritual power, which dropped on the zombie's forehead.

"Zizi!~"

"Twitter!~"

The decaying corpse suddenly flashed with green light, and the flesh and blood were like dead wood in spring, and in an instant, they regained their vitality and became full, and in a short time, they turned into a handsome man in luxurious clothes.

"Ghorus!"

"Ghorus, you are resurrected. ”

Yang Feiyun shouted excitedly.

"Boom!"

The thunder flickered, the corpse gas rolled, and Na Lus jumped out of the coffin directly, he looked at Yang Feiyun with great resentment, and said coldly: "After more than a hundred years, I sue Count Luz to be resurrected again." ”

Zombies are so perverted, as long as they haven't turned into ashes and absorbed fresh blood, they can be resurrected again.

Yang Feiyun looked at Gourus, he felt the coercion it exuded, he believed that this Gourus had a power that could rival Qin Lin, plus it could be immune to most of Huaxia's Dao techniques, Qin Lin would definitely not be Glous's opponent.

"Ghorus, I resurrected you!"

The Western zombie Tellus stared at Yang Feiyun, but he shook his head and sneered: "I won't be grateful to you, you will be my first delicacy after resurrection, this is your honor!"

Yang Feiyun's expression changed, he didn't expect that this Sulu Si would not play according to the routine, I will resurrect you, shouldn't you repay me!

"Hah!"

Glous has two long fangs growing from his mouth, his pupils have turned blue, and he is holding his cloak in both hands in a posture unique to a Western vampire.

"Huh!"

Glous set off another gust of wind, blowing everything in the room to the ground.

"!"

Yang Feiyun wanted to run for his life, but he felt a heat in his chest, and when he took it out, it was the silver cross that had just fallen from the priest.

At the moment when Yang Feiyun took out the silver cross, the holy light was great, and he directly bounced Glorus away.

It turned out that this Tellus was a devout Christian in front of him, and this silver cross was what he was wearing, and after he turned into a Western zombie, only this silver cross could deal with him.

Yang Feiyun was overjoyed, holding the silver cross, and drove the Holy Light to suppress Tellus.

"Haha, Gorus, be smart and obey my orders, otherwise ......"

"Hmph, I can resurrect you, or let you die again, or even make you never turn over!"

“......”

Qin Lin, who was cultivating in the hotel, naturally didn't know that this Yang Feiyun was looking for Lu Si to deal with him, if he knew, he would only laugh at this Yang Feiyun for being in vain.

On the other side, Mao Xiaofang is also very busy.

It turned out that Xuan Kui came out to harm people again!

Recently, more and more innocent people on Hong Kong Island have been bitten to death by zombies, and they have been sucked into human dryness, leaving no vitality at all, according to the corpse gas left at the scene, Mao Xiaofang has been dealing with Xuan Kui for more than ten years, and it is natural to be sure that Xuan Kui did it.

Mao Xiaofang immediately set up an altar to lure Xuan Kui out.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the wind gusts.

Mao Xiaofang was wearing a Taoist robe and posed in the Taiyin Lotus Array, wanting to use the power of the moon to destroy Xuankui.

On the altar, Mao Xiaofang has prepared a lot of magic weapons to deal with Xuan Kui.

Now that Xuan Kui has sucked a lot of blood, his strength must have risen sharply, Mao Xiaofang spent a lot of money to ensure that he could completely eliminate Xuan Kui.

Ten years of old roosters, 100-year-old old man's boy pee......

"The sky is round and the place is round, six orders and nine chapters, today I write, and ten thousand ghosts are hidden. Heaven and earth moved. Two ancestral swords, three fierce gods and evil spirits went thousands of miles away. ”

"I worship the Taishang Laojun, the Nine Heavens Xuannu Niangniang, the Big Dipper Star Monarch and the Heavenly Divine, give me a demon subduing sword finger!~"

In one go, Mao Xiaofang put away his pen and stood, and there was a red talisman lying quietly on the altar.

As we all know, there are grades of monks, and there are also grades of talismans.

The yellow charm has a spirit, and the red charm is strong!

In addition, there are purple and black, but these talismans can only be drawn by gods, but cannot be drawn by mortals.

Ah Fan and Zhong Bang beside him were puzzled: "Master, the talisman you drew is different from the previous one!"

Mao Xiaofang looked at Zhong Bang, not long ago he saw Zhong Bang's extraordinary, Dao bones are wonderful, so he accepted him as a disciple and passed on his Maoshan Heavenly Dao Sect Taoism.

When Mao Xiaofang was about to explain to the two, a cold corpse aura rushed to his face.

"Be careful, Xuan Kui is here!" Mao Xiaofang reminded loudly.

Roar!~

A figure descended from the sky, only to see Xuan Kui wearing a shabby Qing robe, his hair was scattered, his face was like dead tree bark, like a demon, and his hands were covered with two-inch long black nails, and the cold light on them showed its sharpness.

"Okay?!"

Mao Xiaofang could see at a glance that Xuan Kui had actually broken through to the line of stiffness.

At this time, Mao Xiaofang and Xuan Kui were enemies, and they were very red-eyed.

"Roar!"

Xuan Kui roared and threw himself directly towards Mao Xiaofang, and the surging corpse qi gushed out.

Mao Xiaofang has been fighting against Xuan Kui for many years, and Xuan Kui is very familiar with these moves, grabbed the peach wood sword on the altar and jumped up.

"Heaven and earth, Tai Chi is unlimited!~"

The sword was shrouded away from Xuan Kui along with the Dao method, but Xuan Kui had no intention of dodging at all, and directly resisted Mao Xiaofang's peach wood sword with his body.

The Dao Law hit Xuan Kui's body, although sparks flew everywhere, but Mao Xiaofang knew in his heart that it had not caused substantial damage to Xuan Kui at all.

As the prince of the Qing Dynasty, Xuan Kui already has a dragon qi body, and he is also a little similar to Cixi in Nagantian Town, but Cixi's corpse has only been a zombie for a few days, but Xuan Kui has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, and his strength is so strong that it can be said that he is the most powerful zombie that Mao Xiaofang has ever seen.

Except, of course, Qin Lin!

"Whew!"

Xuan Kui raised his head and roared, a thick resentment rose to the sky, accompanied by a murderous aura on his body, very terrifying!

Mao Xiaofang didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly jumped back to the altar, grabbed the red talisman that had just been drawn, and said secretly: "Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on you!"