The night moon is in the sky, the forest wind is sorrowful, and the world is in April.

A young man was walking gently along a country road only in the moonlight, carrying a long knife with a cloud-dragon pattern scabbard in his hand.

He was dressed in a warrior's strong suit, his posture was slender and powerful, and there was a hint of comfort and comfort on his face.

His eyebrows are neither rich nor thin, but they look perfectly coordinated against the angularity of his face.

There is both perseverance and calmness, but also a little handsome.

"Walking on a moonlit night, there is really an indescribable pleasure."

This person is naturally Duan Zhen.

He was looking at the moon, observing the bright moon of this ancient river and lake.

In the previous life on the earth, it was difficult to see this kind of starry sky and moonlight.

It's just that the moon is not round enough tonight, but the spoon-shaped light and shadow of the Big Dipper are particularly bright.

Duan Zhen found that the higher his cultivation, the more he liked to take unusual paths, or travel at inappropriate times.

Just like he is now shuttling through the forest in the middle of the night, but his heart is extremely comfortable.

In ancient times, there were no street lights, and the wild countryside was almost dark at night, and even the thieves who robbed their homes had to lie dormant and rest.

But Duan Zhen found that this kind of one-person wandering in the night was like embracing the entire starry sky into his arms, and he was refreshed.

"No wonder so many people like to stay up late..."

Duan Zhen shook his head and smiled, he suddenly thought of the time on Earth in his previous life.

People who almost stay up late don't know what kind of mentality they have, as if they must have a good time at night.

And just as he was walking slowly, the cicadas in the forest suddenly stopped, and the frogs in the field stopped chirping.

Instead, there was a commotion and uneasiness of beasts and birds, and all living beings seemed to be hiding from something.

The air was silent for a moment, and then a cold and gloomy wind suddenly rose.

A dense and continuous rustling sound followed, as if countless ants and insects began to rub and move forward, making people's pores instantly rise with a coldness.

Duan Zhen stopped abruptly in place, listened carefully for a few breaths, and saw an extremely strange fire burning in a village and town not far away.

Faintly, a series of terrible and desperate cries came from afar.

And behind Duan Zhen, wisps of miserable green phosphorus fire suddenly rose, floating in the night sky.

Countless dark shadows in the distance were slowly moving forward in a staggering, slow, and stiff attitude.

A trace of blood ignited in Duan Zhen's eyes, and his gaze instantly stretched extremely far.

I saw that the entire mountain forest had been completely occupied by these stiff humanoid creatures.

Resurrection of the dead, midnight march!

"What a demon team."

Duan Zhen stared at this scene, his eyes glazed.

He carried all the memories of Zhao Shukong, and naturally knew that the demon team had obtained things like the T-virus in the Resident Evil world, and he also knew that there was a powerful necromancer in the team.

I didn't expect that in just one month, such a large scale had already been made.

The smell of dampness and decay grew stronger in the night wind, and in addition to the walking corpses, there were groups of white skeletons.

They rubbed forward, wisps of gray air spreading around.

The surrounding land is also infected by the air current, and then breaks through the ground and joins the army of the walking dead.

And apart from the similarly active skeletons, the corpses were dead.

Many of them obviously came from the battlefield, and it was difficult to complete them when they died.

This is exactly what makes the scene in front of you even more terrifying.

It is simply a living purgatory on earth, which is enough to break the hearts of ordinary people.

Duan Zhen looked at the walking corpse skeleton in front of him that was slowly walking towards him, and listened to the faint screams of the village and town in the distance, and the Great Evil King in his hand turned around.

A sword momentum burning with scorching blood light rose into the sky.

"You're looking for the wrong person."

Duan Zhen's words were extremely cold, and he was in an excellent mood when he was disturbed by these disgusting things that suddenly appeared.

This knife almost used all its strength, directly unfolding the realm of the evil king, completely covering the surrounding fifty or sixty zhang.

Fragmented, flesh and blood.

This group of terrifying walking corpses that was enough to make people feel terrible to the marrow bones, and they all turned into clouds of blood without even a breath of resistance.

"Let's see what you're going to do!"

Duan Zhen carried a long knife, and his body turned into an extremely fast light and shadow, rushing towards the village and town not far away.

And some of his thoughts are also simultaneously feeling what "Zhao Fukong" has seen and heard.

......

"Damon, what are you doing?"

"Zhao Fukong" looked impatiently at the man beside him who was shrouded in black robes, and the short dagger in his hand kept turning.

After the battle on Lake Island a month ago, he didn't expect that the menacing and invincible demon Zheng Zha would actually be suppressed by the group of people in the Zhongzhou team.

The Purgatory Fire Divine Sword, which seemed to be an abyss magic weapon, actually struck a crack in the Martial God of the Middle Continent.

It seems that the Middle-earth team also hides more than just Martial God...

The Demon Team temporarily lost one of its strongest combat forces at this time, and all plans had to be rearranged.

"Watch the surroundings and be less verbose!"

This Daemon is a necromancer of the demon team, and at the moment all his power is in motion, as if he is calling for something.

In front of them, however, was a vast expanse of misty clouds that stretched for miles.

I couldn't see the details of the bottom at all, and I couldn't tell the light from the dark, I could only see a deep and chaotic air current, constantly rotating.

There are constantly flashes of various illusions, as if they are all kinds of beings, thousands of troops, demons, demons, bones, lava, sulfur, iron ropes, torture tools.

Ups and downs, looming, real and illusory.

On top of the vast and terrifying altar of torture instruments, a weary Daemon sat in the center, with nearly a thousand "Apostles of Suffering" guarding him at the core.

This is a kind of summoning preparation that has begun since he entered the Wind and Cloud World.

He wants to collect countless fears and pains to summon the god of fear across the planes!

"Do they think the captain is so easy to suppress..."

There was a strange black mist burning in Damon's weak eyes, which was the exclusive power of the undead priest and the Hell Monk.

He could feel the fear and pain everywhere in the void, and he could feel that there were seven people in the Central Continent team working together to suppress the demon Zheng Zha.

Almost all the living force was put into it.

And at this moment, in the past month, he has continuously released large-scale undead summoning and biochemical viruses towards the entire Central Plains, and the power of fear and pain he has collected has become more and more perfect.

"I want to kill him now..."

"Zhao Fukong" played with the dagger in his hand, and a very strong killing intent flashed in his heart.

Even in the face of this imminent projection of the evil god, he felt a little powerless.

But blending into the main god space is the most important, and if he kills Dimon now, all this energy will be in vain.

"But it can be like that."

Zhao Fukong's eyes moved, and then he let out a burst of crazy and twisted smiles.

"This madman..."

Dimon had long been accustomed to Zhao Fukong's sudden madness, and continued to control this summoning ritual.

Gradually, the fear accumulated to an extremely strong level, as if something was about to cross over from another world.

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