One day from Shuntianfu to Fujian, both feet are faster than strong horses, and two legs are racing wheels.

Thousands of masters cultivated by the Ming Dynasty have come by riding the wind and riding the dragon!

The top of the Sun and Moon Cult.

Bare mountains, no zombies in sight.

The defensive fortress of the Sun and Moon God Cult was in tatters, with dried blood crawling all over the walls, and there was a yin aura that the sun could not burn.

Only the council chamber had a handsome young man in a red robe, sitting lazily on a chair and looking at them.

"Zombie Supreme, come out and die!"

Thirty-three martial arts Jin Dan stepped into the air, and there were more than a thousand first-class martial arts masters left, jumping like grasshoppers to the surrounding houses and treetops, forming a circle.

The silver-armored corpse with unparalleled defense among the zombies may not be able to win under this siege.

"A world without immortal cultivators is indeed not conducive to the breeding of high-level zombies."

In this case, it seems that everyone in the whole world has been transformed into zombies, and there may not be a few more flying zombies.

He Cheng stood up, his heels rubbing back slightly.

"Without further ado, today we will be ordered by the emperor to come and kill the Zombie Supreme! Tell Zombie Supreme to come out and die! ”

The leading man stood in the air, stepping on the whirlwind, holding three feet of Qingfeng in his hand, and speaking in a sharp and thin voice.

"Zombie Supreme, I am"

"You?"

Thousands of people unanimously focused their eyes on He Cheng.

They have been able to get to where they are today, relying on prudence and thoughtfulness, and a seemingly joking word cannot be taken lightly.

"Don't believe me?"

Boom!

With his right foot, the entire building collapsed under this foot, and the red figure pointed at the leading man like a sword.

"Hmph, look for death!"

The man was not afraid, the blade in his hand flicked continuously, and the clouds and mist approached He Cheng's door, He Cheng opened his mouth, bit on the sword, and closed his upper and lower teeth, click! Click! Click!

The sword was chewed like a dry cake, the corpse claw smashed down, and the man held his hands up from the dantian position, and went up with qi and faced the corpse claws.

Rumble!

"Something!"

The man slapped him heavily, like a fly that had been slapped in the face, and smashed straight to the ground, pressed by an invisible force, and motionless on the ground.

"It's like there's a mountain pressing on me......" The man panted like a cow, his face flushed, covered with green tendons.

It seems to be crushed to death.

"Hex?" More than 1,000 people remained, much more cautious.

"It's not witchcraft, it's supernatural powers, magical powers, haven't you heard of it?"

"Whatever he is, we have more than a thousand people, can't we kill him? Above! ”

Thousands of masters were like a storm, rolled into the shape of a dragon, and rushed straight to He Cheng.

The red sleeves fluttered, He Cheng looked up at the dragon, the dragon head, the dragon horn, the dragon teeth, and the dragon claw position was controlled by the Jindan warrior, and the other positions were first-class masters, which could defend and attack the formation, and activate the long dragon array, and it was really possible to be killed within ten moves if the ordinary flying zombie encountered!

He Cheng only shook his body a little, swelled violently to a height of dozens of zhang, and slapped the dragon on the body.

"Moan—"

Syllable!

Another slap fell.

Bang Bang!!

After three slaps, the dragon was scattered and turned into scattered figures that fell to the ground, each seriously injured, and fell to the ground and never got up again.

"Compared with the warrior and the monk, it is really more than a step worse."

He Cheng was slightly disappointed.

He thought that he would encounter some trouble, but the strength of this group of martial arts masters was not good, and none of them could beat Fei Zombie alone. Thirty-three warriors are the right thing, and the remaining more than 1,000 are all additives, and another 10,000 is useless.

"Alright, let's get it done!" He Cheng slapped his face and opened his mouth.

"Ah——!!h

There were more than 1,000 people, none of whom could hide, and their eyes, nose and mouth exploded with blood, converging into a torrent and flowing into He Cheng's mouth.

……

Seven days later,

He Cheng was on a boat, floating on the sea, and there were four or five black-robed figures standing behind him.

There were no cannon firearms on board, but the draft was extremely heavy, as if it was loaded with heavy things, and there was a constant roar from the cabin.

Looking back, six hundred boats, with geese lined up, rode the wind and waves.

"Hattori, how confident do you have in this battle?"

He Cheng took the Western telescope and looked at it, and the endless sea horizon finally passed, and islands began to appear.

There were also people on the island who raised flags to warn them.

He Cheng threw away his binoculars indifferently and looked at Hattori Qianjun who was flying stiff and half-kneeling beside him.

"With me alone, it is enough to wipe out all the families of Dongying, and now with the help of the Supreme, I will win!"

"Well, the purpose of our trip is the Americas, so it's casual here, after all, you are a general, and the battle still has to be fought by you."

He Cheng not only wants to be Ming, he wants the whole world!

"Yes!"

Hattori Qianjun, as well as the black-robed man behind He Cheng, all knelt on the ground in response.

Rumble!

A cannonball slammed into the sea against the boat, splashing a wave two feet high.

The water romanticized over the top of the boat, and before swooping down, He Cheng exhaled.

Whew!!

The wind swept the waves backwards and fell back into the sea.

"How dare you open fire!" Hattori Qianjun snorted coldly, and roared angrily, "Roar!! ”

Roars rang out from the other ships, and black-robed figures flew out one after another, shooting towards the distant island!

Flying zombie against the army of ordinary people, as Hattori Senjun said, one zombie is enough to slaughter the island country, but at this time, there are dozens of flying zombies!

When a battle begins, it ends.

The ship did not stop, and since the flying zombie had already moved, Hattori Senjun simply did not stop the ship and let the ship continue to go east, and the flying zombie was quickly slaughtered.

A month later, conquer North America and transform zombies.

Foreign ghosts don't understand Chinese, and they can't learn mysterious things such as martial arts, so what they transform is only low-level Xing Zhuang, and no matter how they cultivate, they can only be raised to the level of white hair stiffness.

From North America to South America, at the same time, the zombies who set out from the Ming Dynasty have already walked out of the frontier of the Ming Dynasty, occupied most of Europe, and then turned to Africa.

The zombification of the world, there are no immortals, this is an irreversible and unstoppable process.

Even if He Cheng wanted to stop, it would be difficult.

The air is gradually infected with the corpse breath exhaled by the zombies, and the miasma envelops the sky.

The entire planet, slowly being replaced by zombies.

As for Ren Yingying, Blue Phoenix, Ling Hu Chong and others, He Cheng didn't care, maybe he could find some familiar faces in the zombie group if he looked carefully.

Or maybe they find a paradise to hide, there are always some places where zombies don't bother to search, and if they hide, they can successfully pick up a life.

There are more and more flying zombies with supernatural powers, and after another year, the sky overhead is covered with dark clouds, and the sun is gradually gone, and low-level zombies can also come out during the day.

In another five years, the world will be cloudy, the trees will die clean, the sea will be dirty and black, and the sea life will be dead, and there will be zombie sharks and zombie whales in the water.

After another fourteen years, the number of zombies has plummeted, to less than 100 million, but the overall quality is improving, and the zombies have learned to devour each other's corpse qi to improve themselves.

A zombie civilization planet is gradually taking shape.

And as the only king of the zombie planet, He Cheng has opened the door to a new world, and it is time for him to kill a horse pistol.

The sky tore a huge opening, and He Cheng walked in, and the fifty flying zombies in golden armor behind him followed suit.

The evolution of zombies into droughts may not be the orthodox path, so no zombie can change from zombies to droughts in general, but the combination of creating a golden armor corpse and flying zombie can still meet He Cheng's needs.

They didn't have the slightest mana, and when they returned to the westward world, they didn't attract the attention of any gods and Buddhas.