Among them, Miao Yi was the first to come back to his senses, and suddenly realized, no wonder this little bastard's physical cultivation is stronger than our inheritance of the Great Demon God of Chiyou, and the physical cultivation of professional law body dual cultivation.

Co-authored this little bastard is not a human at all, he is a fucking zombie king!

Wait, Zombie King!!

Just thinking about it, Miao Yi's eyes lit up, and he smiled cruelly: "Okay! Originally, if I killed you, I had to bear the infamy of killing human geniuses, and I even had to resist the counterattack of the Qingcheng faction. I didn't expect you to be a demon in the world. ”

"Now is the right time, not only can I get rid of the Demon Guardian Dao, but I can also take the opportunity to sanction the Qingcheng faction."

"Well, that's a good idea!" Jiang Fan nodded and said with a smile: "It's just that you're afraid that you won't have your life to achieve it!" ”

"Haha... Boy, do you think you're the zombie king, and you're going to eat us? ”

Miao Yi smiled cruelly: "It's a joke!" Those of us who have never gone to the Demon Domain to kill demons, even the kings have killed them. ”

"Fellow Daoists, please join hands to set up a formation to eliminate demons and defend the Dao!"

As soon as the words fell, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he saw a headless corpse standing there, strange, where did the headless corpse come from?

And why are the clothes on the corpse so familiar?

Wait, isn't that what I'm wearing? Is that my body?

I... My head is flying?

A series of doubts appeared, and a head with round eyes rolled down to the ground in front of everyone.

Jiang Fan held the holy sword in his hand, glanced at it, and sneered: "There's a lot of nonsense, didn't your mother tell you that the higher you jump, the faster you die?" ”

Hiss!

Huiwu and the others looked at the headless corpse in front of them, and the head on the ground, and secretly took a breath of cold air, I'll it, this Jiang Fan has become a zombie king, it's so terrifying?

The elders of the Witch Chapel Hall didn't even let out a fart, and they died like this?

I died so fast, I didn't react at all!

Also, Jiang Fan killed Miao Yi with a single move, so killing us is not the same as chopping melons and vegetables?

Thinking of this, Huiwu and the others regretted it in their hearts, they knew that Jiang Fan was so fierce, they knew that he was the zombie king, and they didn't come to kill him... No, if you want to come, you can at least ask a real person to accompany you!

Among them, Huiwu even wants to die, Amitabha, you are a Buddha, what kind of task is this a poor monk?

Also dig it back and serve as the protector of Buddhism?

If you really want to bring Jiang Fan, the zombie king, back, I'm afraid the coffin board of the Buddha can't be suppressed!

Jiang Fan played with the holy sword, his eyes flashed over Huiwu and the others one by one, and he said with a smile: "Next, who will you kill?" Do you guess the fist, or do you fight, and who dies first? ”

"Goo-goo..."

It is true that Huiwu advocates the respect of the strong, but he is not an idiot, he knows that he is dead, and he still sends him to death. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva fiercely, put my hands together, and said tremblingly: "Amitabha, Jiang... Jiang Fan donor, in fact, there is a misunderstanding between us. The poor monk just wants to recruit you, because he values your ability, not because he wants to kill you! ”

"Elder Miao Yi, who wanted to kill you, has already been killed by you. You see if you are merciful and let go of the poor monks and others! ”

"Oh, yes! You're recruiting me, and you're going to protect me as the protector of Buddhism, aren't you? Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I think about it, join your Buddhism, what do you think?" ”

Join you uncle!

When you are invited, you don't come. Now that you want to come, we have to dare to accept it!

And if you are okay with other demons, you can also use the Dharma to dissolve the anger in your body.

But you're the Zombie King!

Did we really take you into the Buddha Gate, did we dissolve the corpse qi on your body, or did you bite us and turn the entire Buddha Gate into a zombie nest?

Hui Wu Qiang smiled and said: "You are laughing, with your dignified dignity as a zombie king, how can you look at the small temple where the poor monk is located!" ”

"Then you're kidding me, aren't you?" Jiang Fan's face sank, and the holy sword he played with paused, and a touch of sword light wandered on the sword's body.

"No, no, no... Poor monk, poor monk..."

Huiwu jumped anxiously, countless words he wanted to say, but he couldn't say it when he came to his mouth, and for the first time he envied the seventh senior brother Huiming, who participated in Zen and enlightenment, specialized in Buddhism, and practiced a mouth that could tell the dead alive.

If Huiming were here, he would definitely be able to say that the zombie king in front of him doubted life.

How can I be like myself, the Asura Dafa who specializes in cultivating the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, saying, I can't win if I can't win, but I can't beat it.

Pit!

Behind Huiwu, there was a crane-haired boy with a righteous face, and he glanced at Huiwu with contempt, and sneered: "Monk Huiwu, don't talk nonsense." Don't you see that people don't want to let us go at all, they're just playing us? ”

"You just have a mouth with a lotus tongue, and you have to die."

Hui Wu blushed and fell silent, indeed, he was not stupid, how could he not see it. It's just that... If you don't fight for it once, how can you be willing.

"Old Taoist, good eyesight!"

Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm just playing with you." I just want to see your ugly faces who are on top of you and are willing to dispose of other people's lives! ”

"Aren't you going to stand up for the Son and kill me?"

"Come, kill me! I'm just standing here and letting you kill, do you dare? ”

"Bastard, you can't kill you..."

Immediately, an old Taoist with a magic sword rushed out, and with a touch of the sword, he was ready to move.

Jiang Fan slashed down with a backhand of the holy sword volley, and the old Dao's body instantly split into two, maintaining the posture of holding the magic sword for a moment, and fell heavily to the ground, splitting into two halves.

Damn, another one died!

So fast!

Huiwu and the others were taken aback, Jiang Fan's identity as a zombie king had already made them very jealous. Now he has this hand, and he is quick to scare people to death.

It made them feel even more frightened.

A feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of my heart.

"What he has in his hand is a magic sword, it is the magic sword of Zhang Tianshi thousands of years ago!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded among Huiwu and the others.

The others took advantage of the situation and only stared at the holy sword in Jiang Fan's hand.

Huiwu and the other monks looked at them blankly, the sects were different, and they didn't know Zhang Tianshi's magic sword.

The others are elder-level figures of the major sects of the Daomen, and they dare not say that they are well-informed, but at least Zhang Tianshi's name and life are definitely like a treasure.

After taking a closer look at the holy sword in Jiang Fan's hand, he recognized it.

In an instant, everyone was at a loss, what the hell is going on? Zhang Tianshi is a Daomen ancestor-level figure!

How could his magic sword fall into the hands of a zombie king.

And his magic sword, shouldn't it be filled with Zhang Tianshi's amazing mana?

How can this zombie king use his magic sword?

"Your eyesight is really good, you've found out!"

Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed, knowing that he couldn't continue to play, and he had to kill all the people in front of him. Whether it is his identity as a zombie king or the news of the holy sword, he can't spread it.

Otherwise, it will lead to endless trouble.

Thinking about it, Jiang Fan flipped his hand holding the holy sword and injected mana into the holy sword.

In the next second, the holy sword turned into a streamer and rushed into Huiwu and the others, killing three old Daoists one after another.

Oh!

At the same time, Jiang Fan raised his head and let out a long roar, his hands shook, the zombie king's nails spread out, the speed exploded to the extreme, and suddenly appeared in front of Huiwu, the corpse claws slammed into his chest, pinched and exploded his heart, and smashed into a monk next to Huiwu.

Just smash it and fly out.

"Array, array!"