The so-called zombies, who do not blink their eyes and gather resentment in their throats, can absorb the yin qi of the moon and live by sucking people's blood.

And zombies are divided into many kinds according to their different abilities, Wang Mu and others have encountered white zombies or green zombies before, they are low-level zombies, and they are most afraid of sunlight and open fire, so they are ten ** are under the spell of warlock to act in broad daylight.

And on top of these two types of zombies, there are also hairy zombies, flying zombies, wandering corpses and zombie kings. Now there are a few hairy stiffs standing in front of them!

Seeing that the situation was not right, the middle-aged Taoist priest pulled out a peachwood sword from his back and rushed up directly, a stiff hair jumped up, and the Taoist priest was beaten away before he arrived.

Seeing that the trick was unsuccessful, the Taoist priest rolled on the ground, and rolled directly to the feet of a hairy stiff, a carp stood up straight, put his fingertips to his mouth and bit it, and then touched it on the peachwood sword, and stabbed straight into the zombie's stomach.

Who knew that the peachwood sword only went in less than an inch, and it was brittlely broken, you must know that the peachwood sword can be regarded as a magic weapon, but it is so unbearable.

The hair stiffened and roared, pinched the Taoist priest's neck, threw it out directly, and rolled a long distance before stopping after landing on the ground.

Wang Mu and the others hurriedly stepped forward, although the Taoist priest was not weak, but he was also hit hard, and he lay on the ground for a long time before staggering to his feet.

Seeing that the Taoist priest was not dead, the Mao stiff roared and jumped several feet to the Taoist priest's side, and the situation was very critical.

Wang Mu's heart was horizontal, and he recited silently in his mouth: "The Tao is impermanent, heaven and earth are immeasurable, urgent as a law, gods and ghosts are killed!" ”

A golden light flew out along Wang Mu's fingertips, and the black-haired zombie who was still standing beside the Taoist priest just now had disappeared, leaving only a large patch of black blood on the Taoist priest's face.

The remaining few Mao Zombies immediately locked on Wang Mu's body, and a few Mao Zombies jumped like flying, and they were less than enough to be close to Wang Mu in the blink of an eye.

"Boy, be careful!" The middle-aged Taoist priest shouted: "The gods of the eight directions borrow the law, the Xuandao Netherworld, and the corpses listen to the order, up." ”

With the Taoist priest's order, the zombie group behind Wang Mu jumped up, and the black pressure on the top of his head was overwhelming, and all of them fell in front of Wang Mu and several people, forming a huge barrier!

The Taoist priest ran over with difficulty and shouted to Wang Mu and the others: "Run!" ”

How dare a few people stay, taking advantage of the opportunity of the zombie group to block Mao Zhuang, and hurriedly slip away, because he had just used the magic and ghost trick again, Wang Mu's body became extremely weak at this time, and he didn't understand why this happened, maybe it was because the huge power of the move was too physically demanding, and at this time, he could only rely on Liu Xia's support to barely run.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was also stiffened by that hair, and his body was full of injuries, and now there were two wounded people in the five people, and the speed of escape was naturally greatly reduced.

A few people ran not far before the roar behind them came again, and the hairy zombies had already gotten rid of the corpses and chased after them again.

"It's ghostly!" Wang Mu scolded angrily, saying that he was going to go out and use the magic trick again.

Wang Mu's mantra was not yet a year, but he heard a "bang" behind him, and a bullet almost grazed his cheek, and when he looked at it again, a hair stiff had already fallen to the ground in response, turning into a pool of black blood.

In front, two black-clothed people stood majestically, one with a gun and the other with a stick, needless to say that these two were Feng Yue'er and Feng Shenxiu of the Seven Nights.

Wang Mu was overjoyed, and hurriedly ran over with a few people, and Feng Yue'er asked, "Have you found my senior brother?" ”

Wang Mu lowered his head and said slowly: "He's dead!" ”

"What?" Hearing that the senior brother is dead, Feng Yue'er is unbelievable, the ordinary ghost king Feng Yuyang can easily deal with it, how can he die so easily?

"How did the elder brother die?" Feng Yue'er calmed down and asked.

Wang Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know, he was already dead when I arrived." Wang Mu didn't tell Feng Yue'er that his senior brother had mentioned the Dao Association before he died, Wang Mu didn't know what the Dao Association had to do with Feng Yuyang's death, and he decided not to make any extraneous matters before he found out.

Feng Yue'er could no longer hide the sadness in her heart, and raised the muzzle of the gun to shoot a few stiff hairs not far away.

After the continuous gunfire, the hairy stiffs disappeared, some were killed, and some fled when the situation was not good. Unlike low-level zombies, Mao Zhuang already has intelligence.

Unlike Feng Yue'er, Feng Shenxiu was not so sad when she heard the death of her senior brother, but she just reached out to hold Feng Yue'er's hand, but was broken free by Feng Yue'er.

Wang Mu didn't know the relationship between the three brothers and sisters, so he didn't know what to say or how to comfort him.

But originally Feng Yue'er and the two should have been with Captain Wu and Director Liu, Wang Mu hurriedly asked, "Where are they Director Liu?" Aren't you all in this together? ”

Feng Yue'er said: "The army has been sent from above to deal with the situation here, and Captain Wu and Director Liu have been picked up by the army. ”

In that case, there should be no danger for the two of them, Wang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and stopped talking.

However, the middle-aged Taoist priest came back to his senses and looked at Feng Yue'er and said, "The two of you are from Qiye, right?" ”

Feng Yue'er nodded, looked at the Taoist priest, and didn't feel familiar, as if she hadn't seen it: "You are?" ”

The Taoist priest brushed the hair in front of him with his hand and introduced himself: "A descendant of the Xiamao Mountain Mao Clan, I met a woman from the He clan during the battle between the Daoist Association and Qiye thirty years ago, I wonder if she is okay now?" ”

Feng Yue'er thought about it carefully and said: "In the seven nights, as far as I know, the only woman with the surname He is my uncle He Yuexiao, could it be that you are her life-saving benefactor, Master Mao?" ”

Mao Daochang nodded and said: "It's not enough to save your life, it's just a matter of raising your hands." I don't know how your Uncle He is now? ”

Feng Yue'er said: "We almost all dispatched this Netherworld Invasion Incident throughout the Seven Nights, and my senior uncle naturally came out, if nothing else, it should be in Xijing City now." ”

With the protection of Feng Yue'er and Feng Shenxiu, several people have been a lot along the way, and occasionally a few zombies are killed by Feng Yue'er with one shot.

Wang Mu is very interested in Feng Yue'er's pistol, and even Mao Zhuang can kill it with one shot, which shows the power of this gun.

"Can you lend me your pistol?" Wang Mu said.

Feng Yue'er nodded slightly and handed over the pistol. Wang Mu took the pistol and played with it in his hand, the style and weight were no different from the Beretta 92F pistol, the only difference was that there was a strange figure engraved on the handle.

Wang Mu asked, "What does this figure mean?" ”

Feng Yue'er explained: "This is the energy array carved by the master, which can absorb the energy of the surrounding environment, and is theoretically infinitely usable. ”

There was such a magical thing, Wang Mu lightly touched the strange energy array, and only felt a feeling like falling into the abyss, exclaiming!

Returning the gun to Feng Yue'er, Wang Mu noticed that Feng Shenxiu's stick seemed to have a similar pattern on it, so it was not surprising that he had scattered the Dementors with a stick.

There was a loud rumbling sound in the distance, not a huge explosion. Several people raised their vigilance and followed the voice.

The screams of people, the roars of zombies, and the sound of guns came and went, Wang Mu thought to himself: Is there still a survivor?

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