"The devil has finally been solved!"

The nuns raised their hands and put them on their foreheads, left and right shoulders, bowed their heads and closed their eyes, and held the cross in silent prayer.

Although He Cheng killed those policemen with extremely brutal means, those policemen are devils, so any rough behavior can be understood. They don't shout fear, they speak of heroism!

"Everyone, let's go......"

One eyebrow covered his left shoulder, and his expression was solemn.

In the distance, He Cheng lowered his head and walked slowly.

"What are you talking about, Daoist, that was sent by the Lord to save us!"

"That's right! It was sent by the Lord to save us! ”

The nuns unified their voices and were approved by most of the villagers.

The police in the township office have all turned into zombies, and the Yimei Daoren, who takes the task of subduing demons and eliminating demons, not only did not solve the zombies, but now they slander the "messengers of the gods" who have solved the zombies.

Low belly, careful eyes, a string of hats buttoned on a brow.

"He's a zombie, and no one can run if he doesn't run!"

Feeling the blood flowing rapidly in his body, he walked out of the church with a pale face, quietly waiting for the black figure walking towards him.

"It can't really be a zombie, right?"

Yimei Dao is in a small town, and his reputation in ten miles and eight villages is not low, and he just failed to catch a zombie once, so it is impossible to say that he is a zombie in order to frame the "messenger of God".

The chapel, which had been cheerful for only a few seconds, fell silent again. The villagers couldn't make a decision, they could only wait and see.

Only the lanterns and candles of the chapel were lit around, and the cold wind swept in, extinguishing two lights, and the crowd rioted.

He Cheng walked slowly, and the lights were getting dimmer and dimmer, and he couldn't shine his face clearly, only looking at the pitch black.

Looking at the black figure, his left arm was dripping with blood, and his right hand pinched the sword and pointed at He Cheng.

His face was pale, but his momentum did not wane.

No one said much, and the two hedged away!

The black clouds overhead were getting lower and lower, and in the distance, there seemed to be a wolf howling in the fields, whining and seeping people.

The eyebrows that pounced on He Cheng were running fast at his feet, but he picked up the magic trick in his hand, and when he was still three zhang away from He Cheng, he moved and turned, and circled around him.

His steps were strange, even though He Cheng was faster than him, he could only grasp a wisp of clothes on his eyebrows when he raised his hand, and a tail wind.

"Formation?"

It was as if it was being covered, and it was pitch black.

At the foot of the road is a sheep's intestine path, and there is no trace of the church in the distance.

There were small roads in front and back, left and right, but He Cheng paused.

He just paused his feet, and a cold light suddenly jumped up from a small path, and with a snake-like "snort" with fangs, he went straight to He Cheng's neck!

He Cheng did not retreat but advanced, and slammed his arms against Han Mang, who hit his fist, clanging and breaking and being swallowed by the darkness.

The sheep intestine path is still there, and I don't know where to hide.

"It seems that high-level people are seriously injured and not easy to deal with" He has no regrets, he will regret seeing that he is seriously injured and does not make a move!

The whirring wind blew again, and there seemed to be a hundred ghosts floating in the shadows.

"What do you do to enslave ghosts? It's just to fill my belly! ”

He loves to eat ghosts, one for three, and he can swallow two when he is hungry!

The two strong men with cow heads looked down at He Cheng and shouted "moo".

"Hiss" is Ma Ming.

The man with the horse's head was dragging the soul hook rope in his hand, and the skin picker was stepping on his feet, and the green light on his shoulder was the evil ghost tied to the soul hook rope.

Bull head horse noodles!

Roar!

He Cheng's chest was obviously undulating, he had long lost his physiology, he was a dead corpse, so he naturally didn't need to breathe.

Gathered in the chest was corpse gas.

Immediately after him opened his mouth wide and roared, a strong murderous aura came out.

The corpse qi was even more dense like raindrops, sweeping on the bull's head and horse face.

There is a saying: The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high.

Good can defeat evil, and evil may not be unjust, just like water/pour more fire to extinguish fire, and burn dry water with more fire.

The bull head and horse noodles are a defective product, and the corpse qi that hit him suddenly disappeared.

killed the policemen in the township office, and he spit out dozens of points of experience.

Wow!

The Yimei Dao figure who was running in a circle around He Cheng was pushed by someone and took four or five steps back in a row.

"It's broken!" As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired fist had already smashed into his head!

He didn't expect He Cheng to use corpse qi to force him back.

Yimei Daoist raised his right hand and read: "Go!" ”

Another cold light slashed over, but this cold light was several times more fierce than just now, looking like a small star in the night!

With a snort, He Chengzheng, who was rushing towards him, hit this stroke, and the flesh of his right fist exploded, and under the stiff flesh was a white bone forest!

"What a fierce money sword!"

He had never fought with such a master, except for picking up and killing Wu Zhenren, and the most recent time he had only fought back and forth with the Maoshan Ming envoy Zhu Youshu, who had turned into a lame man.

Unlike Western zombie barons, Taoist priests are the nemesis of zombies, and Taoist priests with low cultivation can rely on peach wood swords, eggs, black dog blood, etc. to fight a group of corpses, and there is no reason why high-level cultivators can't hurt low-level.

A serious injury to an eyebrow can't even be cheapened, which He Cheng didn't expect.

The money sword spun in the air, spun in an arc and shot at him again!

Yimei Daoren's steps took another step, although his face was pale, his blood was lost, and his top-heavy head could not delay him from facing the enemy.

Behind him were the villagers of two villages, who did not dare to fall down with one eyebrow, and could only rely on two breaths to hold on.

After sneering a few times, He Cheng's flesh was like a rotten cloth bag, and he was stabbed with thousands of holes. He Cheng raised his fist and smashed on the peak of the money sword, the flesh of his right fist had already been shaved clean, and the fist bone touched the money sword, like a wooden stick touching a red soldering iron, and it was scorched black in an instant. The money sword was also smashed into the dirt pit.

He Cheng didn't dare to delay under his feet, and like gunpowder buried in the soles of his feet, he exploded two soil pits with a bang, and hit his head into an eyebrow!

Seeing He Cheng smashing it, he slammed on the ground, but the soles of his feet were still on the ground. Wait for He Cheng to hit it, then he exerts force on his heels, and stands up straight!

As soon as I got on and down, the bullet buried in my body twisted, and it was hot and painful!

Tooth frowned, turned around and watched the fleshless bone fist smash head-on.

He dodged in shock, but he was also chiseled into the wound on his left shoulder by a punch, and a mouthful of blood spit out and flew out upside down.

The money sword came out of the soil, shook off the slag on his body, and stabbed into He Cheng's heart with an eyebrow.

A meal of corpse gas released!

Experience a whirring decrease.

He Cheng's face stiffened, and he grabbed the money sword like a hot soldering iron, his stiff face was distorted in pain, but he also desperately pulled out the money sword.

Whoa!!

The red rope was bitten by the corpse poison in his body, and the copper coin was scattered all over the ground, and a copper coin smashed on He Cheng's instep, bursting a hole.

He Cheng let go, dodged the copper coin and rushed towards the Yimei Daoist.

His eyebrows swayed, and the wound was invaded by corpse poison, and he only felt numb.

Lifting his spirit, seeing He Cheng pounce again, he turned around and crashed into He Cheng's arms, the corpse teeth instantly penetrated into the body, and the blood was sucked away.

"Burn all our corpses, or we all die!"

Yimei stood up and shouted in pain on his neck, He Cheng suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he was stained with blood by the finger of the sword and dotted on the center of his eyebrows.

The black clouds overhead dispersed.

It was hot in short coats on a fast day, but the villagers broke out in a cold sweat.

The zombie bit through the neck of the Yimei Dao man, one was frozen, and the other was dead.

The ground was full of corpses, a mess.

The elders of the two villages have stood up, and now that the village chief and police captain are dead, someone has to speak:

"Everybody...... Just do as the Yimei Dao Leader said, and now hurry up and gather the firewood and burn all the corpses! ”

When it comes to life, in the entire church building, a group of people poured out, and no one dared to be lazy.