。 Chen Qing fought hard for a long time, and was attacked by corpse poison, his face was already purple and black, and when he saw Tang Zheng coming, he was overjoyed:

"Tang Shaoxia, save me!"

Chen Qing opened his mouth to speak, and a gray and black corpse qi poured into his mouth, choking him to cough, his face became even more gloomy, and patches of corpse spots had emerged.

"Yang God, Go!"

Tang Zheng saw that the situation was critical, and hurriedly waved his hand, and his Yang God was like a heavenly immortal, and it suddenly descended on Chen Qing's head.

Under the shroud of the Yang God aura, Chen Qing's body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold edges, and the black qi on his face quickly dissipated, and the surrounding zombies, irradiated by the Yang God aura, all screamed, and then rushed towards Tang Zheng angrily.

"Jiuyang Divine Sword!"

Looking at the menacing zombies, Tang Zheng was not panicked, and suddenly waved his fingers, pointing to the place where the wind started, the purple qi came from the east, turned into a divine sword, and burst out with monstrous sword qi, and in an instant, all the zombies were killed.

"Chen Baihu, are you okay?"

Tang Zheng destroyed the zombies and hurriedly rushed to Chen Qing's side.

"It's okay, thank you."

Chen Qing's face was ruddy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a bitter smile:

"Thanks to Tang Shaoxia for arriving in time, otherwise, I'm afraid I would have died here."

Chen Qing was also disturbed by the shocking atmosphere, and the director was panicked in his heart, so in the face of zombies, he couldn't show his real strength, and almost capsized in the gutter.

Chen Qingdao:

"By the way, didn't you run into zombies?"

Tang Zheng said:

"No, I walked all the way, I didn't touch anything, and when I heard the sound of a fight, I rushed over."

Chen Qing exclaimed:

"You didn't even encounter a zombie? That's too lucky! The Eight Gate Ghost Array is full of zombies, and there is even a corpse king! ”

Tang Zheng smiled, he turned on the Truth Listening Buddha's ear, he could predict good luck and evil in the dark, and the path he took was the right way, so naturally he didn't encounter zombies and ghosts.

Tang Zheng looked at the remains of the zombies, and when he saw the clay pots on their heads, his heart was still a little hairy.

"These zombies are so weird, why do they still have clay pots on their heads? The mouth of the clay pot is so small, how does a person's head fit in? ”

"They must have been slaves captured by the Queen Mother of the West, probably when they were very young, their heads were covered with clay pots, and they were not allowed to take them off, and when they usually ate, they would stuff food through the gaps between their necks and clay pots, until they were old enough to stuff food, so they cut off their heads, and then sealed the clay pots, and used them to worship the heavens and worship the gods."

Chen Qing said.

"I see, if it were me, I'd rather die sooner."

Tang Zheng's hairs stood on end.

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