Chapter 129: Uncle Nine Arrives

More than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and just when all of Ma Lin's talisman seals were about to be exhausted, the ninth uncle, who was in a hurry, finally arrived with Qiusheng.

Uncle Nine took Qiusheng into the hall, listening to the roar of zombies and the sound of things breaking one after another. Uncle Nine didn't dare to think about it, so he raised his luck and shouted: "Wencai, where are you Ma Lin?" ”

Ma Lin was almost exhausted at this time, and he was worried about why Uncle Nine hadn't come yet. When I heard Uncle Nine's voice this time, I was immediately overjoyed and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Nine, I'm here!" ”

Ma Lin responded, regardless of whether Uncle Nine could hear it or not, pushed open the door behind him, and ran towards Uncle Nine's voice.

After dozens of steps, Ma Lin ran to the main hall, where the lights were bright, but only Ah Wei and a few security guards were waiting.

When Ma Lin saw it, his face was anxious, and he didn't care about the grievances with Ah Wei, and yelled: "What about Uncle Jiu? ”

Ah Wei saw that Ma Lin was embarrassed, and remembered Ma Lin's affairs the day before yesterday, and wanted to ignore him, but suddenly remembered the appearance of Fang Cai's ninth uncle's great might, and suddenly shuddered, barely squeezed out a smile on his face, pointed inside, and said with a little flattery: "Uncle Jiu, his old man rushed in with Qiusheng!" ”

Ma Lin glared at Ah Wei fiercely, if he hadn't insisted on arresting Uncle Jiu, how could he have let things develop to this point.

But at this time, Ma Lin didn't care about being angry with Ah Wei, and hurriedly came to the coffee table on the side, ignoring the sawdust next to him, and directly spread a few dozen dozen yellow runes on the table and drew the runes.

Besides, the situation of Uncle Nine and Qiusheng at this time, the two of them followed the sound and rushed to the room where Ma Lin was staying at the beginning. By mistake, except for the mess on the ground, I didn't even see a single hair of Ma Lin and the zombies.

The two of them looked at each other very quickly, Uncle Nine looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "Let's wait and look for each other, if you meet a zombie, stop breathing immediately, and then make a louder voice to notify me if the situation occurs!" ”

When Qiusheng heard this, he immediately had a difficult face, but only said: "Master, let's not separate, I'm afraid I can't beat this zombie!" ”

Uncle Jiu's face immediately turned pale, and there was displeasure in his voice: "It's not for you to fight zombies, as long as you hold your breath, the zombies won't find you!" ”

Seeing that Qiusheng was still hesitating, Uncle Jiu immediately had some anger on his face: "Your two senior brothers are in danger now, do you still have to stand by and watch at this time?" ”

Qiusheng was suddenly startled, knowing that Uncle Nine was really angry, he didn't dare to say more, so he immediately took action and ran towards an open room.

Uncle Nine shook his head, took out a peachwood sword from the treasure bag in his arms, and deliberately lowered his footsteps and ran to another room.

As a result, Uncle Nine hadn't gone far when an exclamation suddenly came from the hall: "

Uncle Nine, help! Uncle Nine, help......"

Uncle Jiu's face immediately changed greatly, and he scolded secretly: Damn, he strode towards the hall.

As soon as Uncle Nine arrived in the hall, he saw that the zombie was shrouded in a fire net, but the zombie was shaking quite violently, and the zombie was about to break free.

Uncle Nine didn't have time to think about it, the thunder in the palm of one hand was quickly activated, and the other hand was bullied with a peachwood sword.

When Uncle Nine approached the zombie, the zombie just broke free from the fire net. Uncle Nine held his breath and struck the zombie in the left chest with a sword.

The zombie was shrouded in a fire net just now, and he didn't notice the arrival of Uncle Jiu, so he naturally didn't take precautions, and even if he was pierced by the wooden sword, he almost penetrated his chest.

Zombies eat pain, how can they bear it, Yang Tian let out a long roar, swept his hands horizontally, and the peachwood sword suddenly shattered into several sections, and Uncle Nine was also affected, and immediately flew out three or four meters away.

Uncle Nine is Uncle Nine after all, and before he could land, his body moved, and finally he changed his posture in the air and landed on the ground steadily.

The zombie now remembered the breath of Uncle Nine's enemy, and pounced on Uncle Nine with a big leap.

Uncle Nine sneered, did not take a step back, his legs were in a posture, his hands posed in the air in the shape of a round ball, and in an instant, a golden sword phantom appeared between Uncle Jiu's hands.

Uncle Nine saw the opportunity, and when the zombie was about to land, the phantom of the golden sword in his hand instantly emitted, hitting the zombie's left leg.

The zombie was hit in the left leg, although it was not broken on the spot, but it was finally injured, and the center of gravity of the body was unstable, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Uncle Nine didn't look at the zombie's embarrassed appearance, and took out a corpse suppression talisman in his backhand. At this time, the zombie was about to get up, and his forehead was about the same height as Uncle Jiu's abdomen. Uncle Nine raised his hand and put the talisman on the zombie's forehead, and the zombie was motionless for an instant.

When Uncle Nine saw that the zombie was fixed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to check on Ma Lin's injuries.

Ma Lin's face changed drastically when he saw it, and he couldn't care about it, and suddenly shouted: "Uncle Jiu, be careful, he is not afraid of the corpse suppression talisman!" ”

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu was stunned, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind behind him. Reflexively rolled to the side, leaving a few pieces of bloody clothing in the zombie's hands.

Ma Lin saw that Uncle Nine was also injured, and his face was anxious. After a moment of hesitation, Ma Lin gritted his teeth and strode eight or nine steps away from the zombie, activating the last fire net talisman.

Zombies have long been upset by this endless stream of fire net charms, this time goodbye fire net charms, the mood is irritable can be imagined, suddenly raised to the sky and howled, and both arms struggled to the sides. This fire net talisman didn't even insist on a single breath, and it dispersed into a star, and the spiritual power disappeared without a trace.

Just as Ma Lin turned around and wanted to run, he suddenly heard a solemn roar: "Haotian Divine Thunder, Qiankun Zhengfa!" "It's too late, it's too soon. A slight crack suddenly flashed in the space in front of Uncle Nine, and a purple flush appeared

The Brilliant Divine Thunder broke through the void and descended directly on the zombies.

The zombie showed a look of fear in his eyes humanely at this time, but you and I can imagine how fast the thunder is, and what the zombies are doing at this time is to no avail. The thunder of the Brilliant God enveloped the zombies in a majestic manner, followed by an earth-shattering howl.

Ma Lin took the opportunity to come to Uncle Jiu's side, picked up the somewhat tired Uncle Jiu, and said with concern: "Uncle Jiu, it's okay!" ”

Uncle Jiu's face was a little flushed, his panting was not so even, and he shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that the consumption just now was too great!" ”

Ma Lin squinted at the zombies, and when he saw that the zombie aura was visibly languishing, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said softly: "Uncle Jiu, the zombies should be killed now!" ”

I didn't want Uncle Nine to groan, so he shook his head firmly: "I'm afraid things are not that simple!" ”

After another three breaths, Uncle Nine saw that the divine thunder was gradually dissipating, his face was a little ugly, and after a little muttering, he took out an ink fountain and said in a low voice: "Let's build an ink fountain net, wait and listen to my instructions, and cover the zombies together!" ”

Although Ma Lin didn't quite understand Uncle Nine's intentions, he told himself rationally at this time that it was better to listen to Uncle Nine's words.

But before Ma Lin and Uncle Nine could start acting, the zombie roared angrily and suddenly swept madly to both sides. This time, the already dim divine thunder finally dissipated after sending out the last wave of power.

Ma Lin looked at Uncle Nine with an ugly face, and muttered in his mouth: "Uncle Nine, this ......"

Uncle Nine didn't look at Ma Lin, but yelled behind a pillar with a little anger: "Qiusheng, when do you want to see it?" ”

Ma Lin followed the sound and saw Qiusheng walking out from behind the pillar a little depressed, hanging his head and not speaking.

Uncle Nine turned his head to look at the zombie, and saw that the zombie was seriously injured at this time, and he had no desire to attack for the time being, so he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Ma Lin: "Ma Lin, you have higher mana than Qiusheng, and you have to entangle the zombie in a while." You must hold on until Qiusheng and I finish weaving the web, otherwise it will be troublesome to let the zombies escape! ”

Ma Lin wanted to refuse, but after looking around, it seemed that no one could take this job except himself. He took two sharp breaths at the moment, and resolutely drew his sword and rushed towards the zombie.

Uncle Nine shouted at Qiusheng at this time: "What are you still rubbing, come and help!" ”

Qiusheng reluctantly walked up to Uncle Jiu with a sad face: "Master, why don't we withdraw, it's not too late to clean him up when we get all our things!" ”

Uncle Nine glared at Qiusheng fiercely, handed a section of the ink bucket to Qiusheng with a gloomy face, and said in an unkind tone: "We can go, then who will care if this zombie goes out to harm people?" Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and close the net, Ma Lin can't last long. ”

Qiusheng sighed, turned his head to glance at Ma Lin, lowered his head and began to form a net.