Chapter 191: Dumplings?

The resentful corpses kept hitting the ink marks layer after layer, and in an instant, countless waves of resentful corpses flew up in the air in the cave, and one after another the ink marks disappeared quickly.

Seeing that the ink marks were dissipating quickly, Zhang Yi hurriedly pulled out his peachwood sword and walked to the edge of the ink marks, and directly stabbed the resentful corpse outside the ink marks.

If I don't go out, I can always go out with my sword!

"Don't stab it, save some effort! These resentful corpses actually let them hit the ink marks without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and only a hundred or so resentful corpses wanted to crash into so many ink marks! It's just wishful thinking! Zifeng Daoist said with a sneer.

"Uncle Feng, do you think that a few of these resentful corpses are more familiar!" Wang Fan pointed to the vast group of resentful corpses and said.

"Familiar!? It's all miserable, of course it's familiar! Daoist Zifeng said disapprerovingly.

"It's not...... You really take a closer look! You see...... Did we see that old woman when we broke out, and that adult male corpse, didn't you stab the peachwood dagger into his heart? Wang Fan pointed to a few resentful corpses in the group of resentful corpses and said, although these resentful corpses were quickly bounced away by ink marks, but everyone opened their eyes and indeed saw the resentful corpses that Wang Fan pointed to.

After seeing those resentful corpses, Daoist Zifeng's face changed sharply a few times, snatched the shotgun in Wang Fan's hand, and directly shot the head of a resentful corpse in front of him.

The power of the shotgun at ultra-close range was extremely great, and it directly cracked the head of the resentful corpse, and the bloody yellow and rotten red things in the head of the resentful corpse flew everywhere under this impact.

After the head of the corpse was smashed by the shotgun, the standing body shook a few times before falling backwards, and soon the corpse was covered by the tide of corpses outside.

Although the resentful corpse was covered, the Kezi Feng Daoist could still roughly see the headless resentful corpse lying on the ground, and at this time, a blood mist shrouded the head of the resentful corpse, and in the blood mist, he could vaguely see something wriggling wildly and rapidly.

After about half a minute or so, the corpse that had been blown out by the shotgun had already regrown a head, and the blood mist turned into a thin veil of blood covering the corpse's head, and then this layer of blood veil turned into several blood-colored columns of air and drilled into the facial features of the resentful corpse.

With the drilling of these blood-colored qi columns, the resentful corpse opened its eyes violently on the ground, and without bending over its body, it stood up straight from the ground, and once again joined the group of resentful corpses and collided with the ink marks.

"Grass...... The day he is an old woman and an old woman! Zifeng Daoist's dark face burst out with a foul word.

Everyone saw that the resentful corpse stood up again, without any trauma on its body, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

This is so much on the way! And these resentful corpses are all xi

Yue 3's, the title is also the kind that is solved in seconds!

"While the ink marks are still there, retreat quickly! These corpses are too tricky. Daoist Zifeng's heart turned around and said to everyone.

Hearing this, everyone walked towards the entrance of the cave without hesitation, but when they walked to the entrance of the cave, they found that there were also resentful corpses at the entrance of the cave.

Because Zhang Yi and Wang Fan did not tie the ink line on both sides of the cave when they first tied it, but randomly found two raised stones in the middle of the cave entrance and tied them to it. So there were no ink marks on either side of the hole, and the corpses could run out through the passages on both sides.

To put it simply, Zhang Yi and they are now making dumplings!

When everyone saw this scene, the blue tendons on their foreheads jumped twice, and their faces darkened a little.

After Zifeng Daoist smeared the blood on the black knife of Wujin, the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Danzhu mouth god, tongue god is right, Luo Qianzhi god, throat god tiger ben, heart god Danyuan, make me understand the truth, think about the spirit of the spirit, the Tao qi lasts forever, and the urgency is like a law."

In an instant, a layer of faint red light flashed on the black black knife, and a layer of light red light surrounded the inky blade, I have to say that there is a bit of a different kind of beauty.

"Copy the guys, them!" Daoist Zifeng said hatefully.

After saying that, Daoist Zifeng raised his knife and slashed it, but when his arm was just raised, he was grabbed by someone.

Daoist Zifeng turned his head and saw Zhang Yi pulling himself.

"What!?" Zifeng Daoist said angrily.

Zhang Yi smiled and took out a peachwood sword from behind him, and said to Zifeng Daoist: "Uncle Feng, give me some of your blood, and let me wipe the peachwood sword!"

"Why don't you bleed yourself!" Daoist Zifeng said with a blank look.

"I'm afraid of pain! Can't! Zhang Yi said shamelessly.

"My Niusi ......," Daoist Zifeng gritted his teeth and said bitterly

"Take it quickly, and disappear from my sight!" Daoist Zifeng stretched out his right hand to Zhang Yi and said viciously.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng!" Zhang Yi picked up the peachwood sword and wiped it back and forth on the palm of Zifeng Daoist a few times, and then immediately disappeared from Zifeng Dao's sight.

After being rubbed by Zhang Yi, Zifeng Daoist just withdrew his palm, and was about to pinch the knife to cut the corpse, only to see Qiu Lao come up with a peachwood sword in both hands, this peachwood sword was originally from Zhang Yi's pit, but after Zifeng Daoist came to this black black knife from Mr. Liu's pit, this peachwood sword has been placed in Zhang Yi's place for Zhang Yi to keep it, and now Zhang Yi gave this peachwood sword to Qiu Lao.

Qiu Lao said to Zifeng Daoist with a thick old face: "What's that...... Sub-air duct long ...... Can...... Also let ......"

"Stop!! I know what you're going to say? Daoist Zifeng immediately stretched out his hand to stop what Qiu Lao was about to say. Then with a helpless face, he stretched out his right hand again and said, "Take it......"

"Thank you!" After Qiu Lao thanked him softly, he picked up the peachwood sword and wiped it back and forth a few times on the wound on the palm of Zifeng Daoist's hand.

After Qiu Lao finished wiping, he thanked Zifeng Daoist again, and disappeared from Zifeng Daoist's sight.

Daoist Zifeng did not withdraw his palm this time, but slowly turned his head and stared coldly at Wang Fan, who was gloating and secretly rejoicing on the side, and said lightly: "Do you want it?"

Wang Fan was frightened by the emotionless tone of Zifeng Daoist, and hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head to say no.

"Humph! Forgive me for not daring to ask for it! With a wave of his hand, Daoist Zifeng directly grasped the hilt of the black black knife.

"It's not me asking you to ask for blood, what are you doing with me! You scare those two! ”(￢_￢)

Of course, Wang Fan only dared to think about this kind of thing, but he didn't dare to say it. In fact, Wang Fan also knew that Zifeng Dao's morale was that he was gloating and smiling on the sidelines.

In this short period of time, the black marks were knocked out by two or three more resentful corpses.

There were four people in a group, each in just one direction, and Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao also recited the opening of the Xuan God Mantra, and the peachwood sword was emitting a faint red light.