shouted loudly, "This monster is controlled by the sound of the flute, everyone rush together!" ”

He shouted, the first to rush out, at this time he was fighting for his life, and it depended on this blow if he could beat it.

Elder Wu Fa used ten percent of his mana to bless the peachwood sword and stabbed it towards Wu Mian's façade.

The others also knew that they had missed this opportunity, and when the old zombies reacted that it was their time to die, they also rushed forward, poking the swords in their hands everywhere, and using the magic weapons on their bodies.

However, Wu Mian is more than 700 years old after all, and he used to be the head of the Zhu Youshu faction, how can he be so easy to deal with.

What's more, it's still the juniors of Daomen, and it's almost the same for cooking.

I saw that he exerted a little force, and those people in the Dao Gate who rushed up saw that they were shocked by the air current, and they were scattered in the four prescriptions.

Of course, he himself was not comfortable, the smell of blood between his lips and teeth kept coming, he couldn't help it anymore, and the blood gushed out.

After all, the Divine Comedy is too useful for zombies, and the more n the zombie mana, the greater the effect of the Divine Comedy.

Just like now, the sea of qi in his belly was surging in bursts, as if he was about to break through the sea of qi and rush out of the valve, making him want to destroy these two dog things immediately.

He shouldn't have thought that these two were mortals, showed mercy to their subordinates, and spared their lives.

Now, it has become his biggest threat.

Wu Mian endured the indiscriminate rush in the sea of air, and flew towards Gu Huanhuan, only the flute in Gu Huanhuan's hand in his eyes.

This flute is too weird, and in the dark, he can actually feel the Buddha power exuded from its body, which is so pure and soft, but the Buddha sea is boundless.

The induction song that this flute played seemed to be erasing his mana little by little, soft, but he couldn't break free.

This flute must be broken!

This was Wu Mian's thought in his heart, and he directly slapped towards Gu Huanhuan.

"Huanhuan, be careful!"

Shen Qingluo stood in front of Gu Huanhuan like he did when he first met the wild boar, and took the palm stiffly, and the whole person flew directly far away.

"Huanhuan, keep blowing, leave it alone"

The moment Shen Qingluo flew out, he didn't forget to remind her that if she stopped, her previous efforts would be in vain.

Gu Huanhuan could only watch Shen Qingluo fall into the pile of evil ghosts, but his subordinates did not stop, the sound of the flute became more and more urgent, and he already had Shen Qingluo's demeanor.

Wu Mian missed the blow, condensed his breath again, and attacked Gu Huanhuan.

Helplessly, Elder Wu Fa and Elder Xi He behind him had already come to their senses and attacked his buttocks and neck directly.

In addition to the weakest abdomen, the other two places of the cultivator are the anus? Doors and necks, many zombie valves will be located in the anus? Door.

Therefore, attacking these two places was purely their previous experience in dealing with zombies, and it was also to test out where Wu Mian's valve was.

Wu Mian felt that someone was attacking his buttocks, and immediately turned around to deal with the two of them.

Elder Wu Fa and Elder Xi He's own hard power was not as good as Wu Mian's, and it only took a few moves to temporarily solve the two of them.

However, as if they were not dying, those stinky Taoist priests rushed up one by one, slapped him and fell to the ground and got up again.

Besides, he himself was affected by the sound of the flute, and the Taoism on his body was also disappearing little by little, and the more he fought, the weaker he became, and it was difficult to even gather his spirit and recite a spell.

Fortunately, he had already finished dealing with the group of stinky Taoist priests, and looked back at Gu Huanhuan, "You are dead, and no one can stop my revenge plan." ”

Gu Huanhuan looked at Wu Mian, who was getting closer and closer to her, not moving at all, the flute was still rapid and orderly, and she was not flustered at all.