Wen Zilong was hovering in the sky, and next to him was Xiao Qi hovering after him.

This makes him feel like he is in a hurry.

But it seems a little ...... to fly like the meat that fell off his body

Below them, is the large square of a large city.

A distribution box not far from the square is occasionally sparkling.

Such a large city should be able to absorb a lot of electricity.

But what made Wen Zilong speechless was that the square below was full of zombies inside and out.

This reminded Wen Zilong of a sentence he had learned in elementary school Chinese: lotus leaves are crowded one after another, like big green discs.

These zombies, a few of them have two or three thousand

The poisonous mist obviously doesn't have much effect on these zombies;

Although Dragon Burn has a relatively large effect, it cannot be used at will because it takes 28 days to cool down;

Needless to say, the fire spear is naturally speaking.

Ice Mist, like Dragon Burn, has a long cooldown time and cannot be used at will;

And electricity consumes a lot of energy at once, and you can't use it at will.

As for the infrasonic attack, there is only one time left, and it still can't be used casually.

Wen Zilong was a little big, and looked at Xiao Qi next to him: "Seventh brother, think of a way." ”

Although Xiao Qi understood what Wen Zilong meant, with his IQ, it was too difficult for him.

"Alas, it's better to rely on yourself than on yourself. No way. ”

Wen Zilong said disappointedly.

In fact, he can come up with a way, the key is that he is too lazy to think about it.

Let him figure out a way, then only if there is really no way.

It seems that we will have to recruit as many human subordinates as possible in the future, and let them find a way when something happens.

At this time, looking at the dense zombies below, Wen Zilong had a flash of inspiration in his mind and had an idea.

Since the dragon flame can be divided into five paths to condense into a fire spear, then the ice mist should also be able to divide into five paths.

Of course, this time it can't be condensed into an ice spear, and that would be useless.

He'd seen death icicles underwater in Antarctica before, so could he find a way to make the ice mist spin and form an icicle - like a tornado, spinning among the zombies. Wherever the ice tornado passes, zombies will be frozen into ice sculptures in an instant.

As long as this ice tornado keeps spinning nearby, wouldn't these zombies be able to get close to themselves?

Wen Zilong's eyes widened and his mouth was half open.

Why?

Because he was stunned by the idea of his own genius.

Do what you think.

He condensed into a cloud of ice mist.

It's just that this ice fog is only one-fifth the size of it at full power.

Then the spiritual power controlled the ice mist and began to condense the icicles.

Of course, it's not really an icicle, and if that's the case, it's just frozen and a yarn spinning.

He compresses the ice mist as much as possible, so that the small water particles in the ice mist become as small as possible.

Not only should the small water particles be as small as possible, but the temperature should be as low as possible.

Soon, these small particles of water at very low temperatures are already forming.

From the perspective effect, it looks like a cylindrical mist more than ten meters high and one meter in diameter.

Because the temperature is too low, the mist looks rich, milky white.

Also because of the extremely low temperature, it freezes into real icicles in a very short period of time.

In order to prevent it from freezing, Wen Zilong had to find a way to make it spin quickly.

Under the control of the spiritual power, the ice mist began to rotate slowly.

However, because the temperature is too low and the speed of rotation is too slow, it has already begun to freeze.

After a moment, click-

The entire ice mist has formed a large popsicle ten meters long and one meter thick.

Then it falls to the ground, smashing a hole in the ground.

Wen Zilong looked at the popsicle, and felt a sadness in his heart.

I had no choice but to comfort myself in my heart: "Teacher Da paints eggs, then teacher shoots arrows, and then continues to do it after failure." Everything has to be done with 200 percent effort, Gangbad! ”

Then, the ice mist that condensed for the second time came.

This time, the ice mist spun very fast and did not condense into icicles.

But because Wen Zilong's spirit was a little unfocused, the ice fog was instantly dispersed, turned into a sky of ice mist, and slowly landed.

Wen Zilong gritted his teeth, with a strong look on his face.

The whole person exudes a tenacious temperament like a copper pea that is not cooked, smashed or bitten.

The gaze in his eyes was unprecedentedly firm.

He looked ahead, as if he saw Mr. Da, Mr. Hou and countless other seniors who had gone from failure to success.

He nodded firmerly, and he told himself:

"It doesn't matter. Others have failed dozens or hundreds, or even thousands. But I only failed three times at most, and I never allowed myself to fail a fourth time. Because, after the third failure, I gave up. ”

With this in mind, he felt a lot more relaxed.

A third attempt followed.

Unexpectedly, perhaps because of the relaxation, this attempt went unexpectedly well.

Soon, a milky white ice mist ten meters high and one meter thick formed.

It began to spin rapidly.

Gradually, an ice tornado with a large top and a small bottom was formed.

Wen Zilong looked at this ice tornado and couldn't help but feel happy.

"Ho ho hahahaha...... Sure enough, you can succeed in three times, so why bother working hard. Brother Bai once said: If you work hard and be useful, you have to be a genius. The ancients were honest and did not deceive me! ”

He used his mental power to control this ice tornado, carefully descending from the sky.

Soon, a zombie comes into contact with an ice tornado.

In an instant, he was frozen into a humanoid popsicle.

The ice tornado continued to spin forward, and along the way, the zombies were frozen into human-shaped popsicles.

The icespout is getting faster and faster, constantly revolving and rotating throughout the square.

Although there are many zombies, how can they withstand such a toss from this ice tornado.

In just ten minutes, the thousands of zombies in the square were all frozen into popsicles.

Wen Zilong nodded.

Well, it's much more gorgeous and elegant than killing these zombies directly.

The main thing is, less bloody.

Alas, my brother is getting softer and softer, and he is becoming more and more bloody.

Then he opened his mouth and let out a roar.

In the roar, those humanoid popsicles all shattered and shattered into ice slag on the ground.

It looked like blood-red windowpanes had shattered to the ground.

Under the sun, it reflects a crystal-like light.

Once an ice tornado is formed, the mental power consumed to control it is not very large.

With Wen Zilong's current mental power, it would not be a problem to control it for an hour.

He controlled the ice tornado around him.

Then he came to the distribution box and stretched out his claws.

The electric light on his body flickered, and Wen Zilong yawned folkly.

Bashi!

At ease!

In my mind, that energy increased by 5,000 calories per second.

Wen Zilong couldn't help but close his eyes.

Life is wonderful.