This sudden shocking scene made Zhenfutu refresh its cognition again.

At this moment, his eyes widened, watching the nine giant python-like chains stirring on the body of the Heavenly Zombie Martial Spirit, and the intricate inscriptions engraved on the chains were exactly what he had seen in the ancient books of the Daomen!

He said in disbelief: "Taichu Nine Palaces Sealing Divine Technique......! This is the sealing talisman recorded in the books of the Eastern Polar Domain, which has been lost for thousands of years! Who is this kid!"

Zhen Futu He was unwilling, Mu Chen's shock to him was too great, again and again, at this moment, even the sealing talisman of their Dao Alliance in the East Polar Domain, which had been lost for several years, appeared! He really wanted to figure it all out, but the strength in his body was getting smaller and smaller, and his chest was already red.

"Poof!" Zhen Futu suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, and his face turned a little pale.

And looking at the Heavenly Zombie Martial Soul, at this moment, because he was entangled by the nine chains that appeared out of thin air, his eyes flashed with endless anger, and in the midst of the struggle, the pale and narrow arm was withdrawn from Zhenfutu's chest, and it actually brought out a large pool of blood.

"The ...... Dead...... The Primordial ...... Jiugong ...... Sealing Divine Technique......" Mu Chen's hoarse and deep voice came again.

"Stay...... Keep your head ...... Corpse ...... Here you go......" As soon as Mu Chen's hoarse and low voice fell, the three-colored air flow wrapped around the body of the zombie martial soul that day flowed into Mu Ting's body along his pale and narrow arms.

In an instant, the hollow wound on Mu Ting's chest was rapidly condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, and after a while, along with her torn clothes, magically returned to its original state.

After doing this, as the chains became tighter and tighter, the expression of the Heavenly Zombie Martial Spirit became distorted, and after a few breaths, as the chains turned into black gas, they turned into nothingness in a short time.

And Mu Chen didn't have the martial soul of transformation at the moment, he slowly closed his eyes and fell backwards.

"Stinky boy! Without that weird martial spirit, the old man will take you to bury you even before he dies! I'll go to Huangquan Road and ask you about these secrets!"

Watching Mu Chen fall, a trace of anger flashed in Zhenfutu's heart, stealing chickens and rice, even losing his own life but not touching the shadow of the tomb. Man is about to die, and all kinds of remorse and anger are mixed in his heart.

If Mu Chen hadn't appeared, he might have been able to successfully find the dragon-patterned sarcophagus in the ancient tomb, and obtain the martial arts cultivation of the dragon soul to return to the transformation realm.

But he didn't think about it, and he was to blame for all this.

Zhen Futu moved his body with difficulty and crawled towards Mu Chen's side, because the remaining strength in his body could not support him to get up and walk.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Mu Chen, the anger in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

As Zhenfutu crawled for more than ten feet, a long blood mark was left behind him, which looked really shocking.

A burst of heart-piercing pain invaded Zhenfutu, and a broken heart was a fatal injury, if it weren't for Zhenfutu's former martial artist in the Transformation Realm, I was afraid that he would have lost his breath at this moment. But what supports him at this moment is more of the unwilling resentment in his heart!

......Looking at Mu Chen, who was close to him, Zhen Futu couldn't help laughing, and he felt that a lot of strength seemed to be surging up in his body!

Back to light!

has sent too many people away in this life, and Zhen Futu naturally has no reason not to know that the condition of his body is the most common resurgence.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as cold as a winter snowstorm.

He trembled and stood up, and slowly stood up. Although his trembling legs could tell that he was struggling to stand, it was difficult to hide the excitement in his heart.

"I don't care who you are or how many secrets you have. Die with the old man......!"

Zhen Futu said, took out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it fiercely at Mu Chen's neck!

"Poof!" the sound of the knife smashing into flesh was so beautiful.

Zhen Futu subconsciously closed his eyes when he was under the knife, as if he could enjoy this beauty more when he closed his eyes.

It was just that the sound of blood splattering on the ground did not appear, and there was no familiar heat rushing towards his face.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and was greeted by a face he knew very well!

"This ......" He subconsciously looked towards the tip of the knife, and found that the place where the dagger pierced was not Mu Chen's neck, but the arm of the familiar face in front of him!

"Smack!" The familiar face greeted Zhenfutu with a backhand slap, and directly flew it more than a dozen feet away!

"Poof!" Zhen Futu spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the man with a few fragments of internal organs in shock!

No, it's not the person who shot it, to be exact!

The female zombie from the Fu tribe in southern Xinjiang, Mu Chen's aunt, Mu Ting!

"Hurt him...... Die!" Mu Ting spit out three words with difficulty, and the words were a little vague, but it did not affect Zhenfutu to understand what she meant!

"You...... You actually gave birth to a spirit corpse!Spirit corpse!How could you become a spirit corpse!" Zhen Futu said with difficulty.

"Bang click! ! " Mu Ting took a step forward and staggered towards him under the shocked gaze of Zhenfu Tu.

"Walking spirit corpses!How is it possible!Only spirit corpses that have cultivated more than five times can walk like a human!" Zhen Futu shook his head in disbelief, but the fact was in front of him, making it difficult for him to understand.

"Could it be that the ghost of the zombie martial soul did it that day before!" Zhen Futu suddenly thought of something.

But no one answered him after all, watching Mu Ting staggering closer and closer to him, he was completely desperate!

What could be more ironic than the death of a zombie at the hands of his own zombies!

"That's right! She's my zombie!"

It's just that his familiar wolf jade pen was knocked aside by the Heavenly Zombie Martial Spirit before, and he couldn't get it at all with his current state.

But he didn't give up!

"The old man hated this kind of self-mutilation in southern Xinjiang the most in his life, but he didn't expect that he would actually use this technique before he died......" Zhen Futu smiled bitterly, then gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand and pulled out a large pile of blood from his wound and put it in the palm of his hand, and his right hand was dipped in the heart blood of the palm of his left hand and began to draw talismans on the ground!

He wants to regain control of her! Even if he can control her three breaths, it will be enough to kill Mu Chen!

"The peak period of the old man's life is only a second-turn spirit corpse, I can't imagine that he can herd a fifth-turn spirit corpse before he dies, this life is worth it! Hahahahaha! Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique! Bloodthirsty Killing!"