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The soldier lying in the coffin slowly opened his eyes, it was okay not to look at it, but he was so frightened that his heart was about to stop.

The zombie king's face in front of him was almost distorted, his face was full of large and small scars, as well as intricate vein networks, and the whole face was crumpled and deformed, as if the epidermis could be pulled off with a light tug.

Especially the black eyes of the zombie king, all around which were blue-black, and there was also a trace of fierce light in the eye sockets, I saw that his eyes were rolled, revealing a pair of white pupils, which scared the soldiers enough, "Ah", and actually made a sound.

A touch of evil appeared on the manic face of the zombie king, and he inhaled a breath of air suddenly, and was immediately overjoyed, and pounced on the soldier in the coffin, biting at the soldier's neck.

"Help...... Ahh......hh

The soldiers let out a terrible scream, and the other soldiers looked at it one by one in horror, and Wang Zhenren smiled and said, "It's time for this real person to go out!" ”

Wang Zhenren took out the Eight Immortals Diagram, then quickly bit his middle finger, drew a spell on the Eight Immortals Diagram, and said, "Go!" ”

With Wang Zhenren's order, the Eight Immortals seemed to have feet, spun in the air, and then walked towards the thousand-year-old coffin, and then clinged to the coffin, bursting out of a golden light, illuminating the entire forest, and at the same time, Wang Zhenren rushed over quickly, kicked at the zombie king's buttocks, and scolded: "Let Lao Tzu in!" ”

"Boom~"

With a bang, the zombie king's whole person fell into the coffin, frantic with his teeth and claws, and Wang Zhenren shouted: "Meng Ao is still stupid, hurry up and cover the coffin for Lao Tzu!" ”

On one side was the terrifying howl of the zombie king, and on the other side was the painful howl and cries for help of the soldiers in the coffin, where had Meng Ao seen this kind of battle, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out.

But Meng Ao was drunk like this by Wang Zhenren, and immediately reacted, beckoned, and scolded his subordinates: "Deflated calf, hurry!" ”

The soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they didn't dare to come out, but Meng Ao had already given an order and must obey, so everyone closed the lid of the coffin.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

"Bang Bang~"

"Whew~"

The whole coffin lid rose and fell, and the zombie king inside desperately wanted to come out of it, and many young and strong soldiers pressed directly on the coffin lid with their bodies, but they still couldn't help the zombie king's powerful power, as if the zombie king was about to break out of the coffin at any time.

"Real people are fast! We can't resist it! ”

Meng Ao roared loudly.

Wang Zhenren's face was solemn, sweat overflowed on his forehead, I saw him take out a small red umbrella, chanting a mantra in his mouth, the red umbrella slowly rose into the sky, and a red light shrouded the coffin directly, and the movement under the coffin seemed to be smaller.

But before a minute, the zombie king in the coffin began to be restless again, the coffin lid opened and closed, and a stream of white corpse gas rushed out of the coffin directly, and Wang Zhenren directly nailed the iron nails that had been incantated with corpse oil to the coffin one by one.

Because in ancient times, the coffins of the dead were made of mortise and tenon structure, using wood concave and convex inlay card positions, and it was very taboo to use iron nails, that is, for fear of nailing the soul of the person, resulting in his inability to transcend life.

And the iron nail in Wang Zhenren's hand is not an ordinary iron nail, it belongs to the four-corner nail, which is eight inches long, and when Wang Zhenren puts all the iron nails into the coffin, the movement in the coffin immediately decreases, but there is still movement inside.

"Wang Zhenren, you have a hand in collecting zombies, but why didn't you say in advance that the soldiers in the coffin would die."

Wang Zhenren snorted coldly and said: "Now is the period of the war between Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor, there is more than one dead and wounded, sacrificing a soldier today, you can subdue a zombie king, it is also worth it, if I told this soldier in advance that he would die, would he still lie in it obediently?" ”

Although Wang Zhenren's approach is a bit inhumane, it is worth it to exchange one person's life for the peace of everyone now.

Meng Ao's tense face slowly eased, nodded, and agreed with Wang Zhenren's approach, and then turned back to the soldier next to him and said, "Give this soldier's family some more subsidies." ”

"Yes."

"Knock~"

"Knock knock~"

The coffin still shook, and everyone's eyes still fell on the thousand-year-old coffin, and there was more fear in their eyes.

Wang Zhenren grinned, beckoned to the soldiers, and said: "Don't be afraid, my nail is also particular, representing the eight sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, and begging, which means that he will still suffer from these eight sufferings when he dies." ”

"But, this zombie king ......"

"Meng Ao, you look good."

After Wang Zhenren finished speaking, he took out a red pen, dipped the previous wound, and wrote some strange words on the coffin with blood, and explained: "The text on this is called the corpse suppression pattern, which is used to deter zombies. ”

After a while, Wang Zhenren had already written the corpse pattern, and then specially played the ink fountain line on the coffin, and even the bottom of the coffin was played.

When Wang Zhenren finished these things, the thousand-year-old coffin had returned to calm, and everyone was relieved, and Wang Zhenren looked at the sky and said: "Wait until ten o'clock tomorrow at noon, and then carry the zombie king to a crowded place and burn it, and the zombie king will definitely die without a place to be buried." ”

"The real person is really a master, okay, come on, carry the coffin back!"

Meng Ao gave an order, and everyone walked towards the barracks with the heavy coffin.

And Wang Zhenren looked beautiful, touched the mustache on his chin, smiled, and whispered: "Wait until tomorrow at noon, when the sun is the strongest, burn this thousand-year-old coffin, zombie king Meng Ao will die without a place to be buried, and the soul roaring in his body will naturally rush out of his body, and then I will use the Qiankun gossip mirror to take pictures to ensure that nothing goes wrong, hahaha." ”

As soon as Wang Zhenren left, Li Leng had already rushed to the forest, and when Li Leng saw the blood stains left in the forest, he frowned and said: "Could it be that Wang Zhenren has already taken the zombie king, no!" I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

Li Leng was trying to catch up with Wang Zhenren's pace, and I shouted: "Senior! ”

"Little girl, it's you, this is ......"

I introduced Huang Xiaolian to Li Leng, and Li Leng looked Huang Xiaolian up and down, and after a simple greeting, I didn't have too much enthusiasm for him, but I asked Li Leng about the bald master, but Li Leng seemed to be afraid of Huang Xiaolian around him, and didn't say a word about the bald master.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】