Chapter 373 Blinding Method
The knives in the hands of those puppets slashed towards Zhang Heming, and seeing several bright machetes slashing straight over, Zhang Heming hurriedly dodged away.
These puppets seemed to be as fierce as wolves, let out bursts of roars, and slashed at Zhang Heming again with knives in their hands.
Zhang Heming hurriedly dodged, kicked his legs and spun his waist to dodge, the fast knife kept chopping, and he had no equipment in his hand but to dodge.
Zhang Heming dodged a slash and hurriedly withdrew, Zhang Heming turned around and dodged, mobilizing the Qi of the five elements in his body, and the thunderclouds in both palms rolled two thunder snakes towards the slashing puppet.
"Boom, boom, boom!!"
Yin Thunder instantly split those puppets into pieces, and Zhang Heming fixed his eyes to see that it turned out to be a straw puppet.
At this time, Zhang Heming was in the ecstasy array, he didn't know that this ecstasy array was actually a formation within a formation, it seemed that it was obviously not so easy to escape.
Zhang Heming ran back towards the original road, and found that he was back in the woods just now, but found a strange thing, that is, there were eight more roads in the woods, and he walked out of one of them.
Looking at these eight roads, Zhang Heming was suddenly stumped and scratched his ears and cheeks, what the hell is going on?
Zhang Heming contacted the gossip of the Nine Palaces, looking at the eight roads, which were obviously opened in accordance with the eight directions, and he had just come out of this road when he encountered a human puppet, which obviously belonged to the door of death.
But just now he walked in the direction of opening the door, Zhang Heming thought about it and instantly understood something, after opening the door, it was the door of death, that is to say, life is not necessarily life or death, and the door of death is not necessarily death, it may be the door of life.
Zhang Heming smiled and picked up the branch and drew a gossip on the ground, and soon Zhang Heming came out of the location of the door of death.
Then he slowly walked towards the road of the door of death, and not long after he walked, there was another layer of fog, and Zhang Heming had already secretly produced thunder in his palm, for fear that something would come out of the door of death.
Zhang Heming walked cautiously, but the environment in his body slowly changed, the fog began to gradually dissipate, and then the vision slowly became extremely clear.
There is a dirt slope in front of me, all around is gray, the soil slope is surrounded by dead branches and leaves, the weeds are overgrown with a dead air, and the soil slope is also raised one after another with rectangular stones, a large piece of black pressing.
Zhang Heming looked at it fixedly, and instantly gasped, those raised stones turned out to be tombstones.
Immediately wanted to go back, but he didn't expect the road behind him to disappear, Zhang Heming found that he had been fooled, and behind the door of death was indeed the door of death.
This made him uneasy, and at this time there was a burst of crow sounds, and Zhang Heming felt that this place was very strange, and it seemed that this place was really not so simple.
Zhang Heming said angrily: "You fucking come out for me, do you have the ability to set up a maze array, but don't you have the ability to show up?" β
Zhang Heming thought: "Is Luo Mingde you, come out for me?" β
But there was no one and only his own voice, which made Zhang Heming very annoyed, but no matter how angry he was, he didn't use the trap of others in his own people to seem to escape, obviously it took a little brains.
At this moment, I saw that the dirt bag behind the tombstone began to move little by little, and all the tombstone bags were moving.
It seemed that something was about to come out, and Zhang Heming looked at the dry hand that stretched out from the grave bag.
I saw a walking corpse crawling out of many grave bags, and Zhang Heming was shocked by looking at the black and oppressive walking corpse.
"Damn, so many walking corpses."
These walking corpses are more than a hundred, if not thousands, but also hundreds, and these walking corpses are constantly roaring and making the sound of breaking electric fans.
The walking corpse stared at Zhang Heming deadly, he picked up a branch from the ground, held the branch and recited the sacrificial sword mantra in his mouth.
After the incantation was recited, he saw the golden light of the branch, and blessed the branch with evil qi, looking at this walking corpse Zhang Heming was slightly apprehensive, these walking corpses didn't know if they would deal with it alone.
At this time, a walking corpse suddenly roared, and along with the rest of the walking corpses, those walking corpses rushed towards Zhang Heming with their teeth and claws.
The black and crushed walking corpse is coming, Zhang Heming shouted, "! With a branch in his hand, he rushed towards the corpse.
The branch in Zhang Heming's hand whipped on the body of the walking corpse and made a roar, and the walking corpse came one after another, swarming to it.
Zhang Heming held the branch and danced quickly, and the Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship flashed quickly, although the branch opened the light and blessed the evil qi, but it was not as powerful as the lightning strike jujube wood sword, and it was simply to tickle these things.
In an instant, Zhang Heming was trapped in the middle of the corpse group, but these walking corpses kept forcing in, and the branches in his hands were actually broken.
It seemed that he was about to use the thunder method again, and the corpses pounced on him one after another, and jumped over with their heads and faces.
Zhang Heming was instantly buried in the corpse group, but a strong white light emitted from the corpse pile, followed by the sound of bursts of electricity.
In an instant, those walking corpses were knocked away by Zhang Heming's yang thunder, and they immediately fell into a piece, but fortunately, Zhang Heming used the golden light spell to protect his body in time and quickly used the yang thunder.
Otherwise, he would have been gnawed alive by the corpses, Zhang Heming slowly stood up straight, panting and watching the corpses around him fall to the ground, leaving only a dozen or twenty walking corpses, which were rushing towards him.
Zhang Heming snorted coldly, and with a wave of his palms, two rays of yang thunder instantly split a group of corpses into corpse pieces.
Zhang Heming was tired and panting like a cow, consuming too much Qi, and at this time, lying on the ground was a walking corpse that actually disappeared, replaced by a tree that had been split.
Blind eyes, these are all blind methods, what I just fought is not a walking corpse at all, but a tree.
"Damn, you dare to play with me." Zhang Heming said angrily.
This ecstasy array doesn't seem to be so simple, Zhang Heming looked at the surrounding environment, and felt indescribable in his heart.
After that, he was angry, but after calming down, he could only break the ecstasy array here if he wanted to go out.
At this time, a wave of unsettled waves rose again, and before he could catch his breath for a while, strange sounds sounded all around, and there were bursts of crying and mourning.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a bunch of funeral processions slowly appearing, and the mourners were holding a posthumous photo in their hands.
Zhang Heming looked at it and startled him, it was actually his posthumous photo, and the funeral people were actually his parents and relatives at home.
And there was a person sitting on the coffin, it was actually himself, and the self on the coffin was looking at him, and he gave Zhang Heming a weird smile.
And the funeral team was walking towards him, Zhang Heming hesitated and subconsciously looked behind him, which actually scared him again.
The place where he was standing was actually a tomb, and there was a tombstone in the middle of the tomb with the name of "Zhang Heming" engraved.
"What the hell is going on?"
Zhang Heming couldn't believe it, what happened here?
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