Xu Zhenren, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, stood up with his legs kicked, and looked at the comer, Changma's face suddenly turned red.

At that time, when he and his junior brother Wu Zhenren were shot and seriously injured by Cao Dashuai, the white zombie they encountered was exactly the same as the black zombie in the red robe in front of them

"Hey! Hey! Squeaky ——!! ”

Xu Zhenren's nephew shook the monkey's paw left and right, grabbed his lower cheek, turned around and grabbed the solid iron rod and smashed it towards He Cheng!

"Ding" sound, the iron rod wrapped in the wind was picked up by the other party, the master and nephew dragged the tail of the stick and pulled it, and pulled the stick three times in a row without moving, but was waved by He Chengyi, and even the person took the stick on the ground and rolled away in a circle and rolled into the dirt pit.

He Cheng grinned and grabbed the head of the shortened hair, "It turned out to be an acquaintance"

"You can talk!"

"Who says zombies can't talk?"

The "whoosh" iron rod compacted the wind, and the cold sneak attack turned into an iron whip and whipped at the back of He Cheng's head.

The title is "Monkey King", whether it is a grandson monkey or a six-eared macaque, they are not used to seeing others ignore themselves. This stick is fast and ruthless, and the big watermelons are smashed by three side by side, and they are sure to open one by one!

The muffled sound came again, and it turned out that He Cheng raised his right hand and smashed his fist on the iron rod, and the fist hit the iron rod hard, which should have been a broken bone and a one-sided result. This collision subverted people's common sense!

The fist only shook slightly, but the iron rod "buzzed" and trembled, overturning the master and nephew who grabbed the stick.

"If you are a real Wukong, I will definitely not be able to beat you, but unfortunately you are a fake walker, I'm afraid Sun Wukong's monkey hair is not as good as it" He Cheng glanced at the Taoist boy who fell to the ground, and then jumped towards Xu Zhenren. This ragged Taoist priest is the main thing!

One person is stiff, one touch, sparks are flying!

Xu Zhenren has a peachwood sword, a spirit rune, glutinous rice in his hand, a large altar of black dog blood at his feet, and a corpse money, a three-inch long red rooster's comb of rooster blood and a pot of boy urine overnight.

There are endless tricks one after another, and I saw that He Cheng's body suddenly caught fire, and suddenly there was electricity.

He Cheng relies on the zombie body to be immortal and indestructible, the power is infinite and King Kong is not bad, let him be stormy, I will not move like a mountain!

Flesh fist smashes through the wind, flames, and goes forward!

"Walk you!"

The peachwood sword picked up the bottom of the black jar, slaughtered a big dog, and squeezed out the blood and splashed it on He Cheng's body, and he didn't have time to hide.

Boom, the blood smelled stinky, and the pouring on his body made He Cheng shiver, like a stumbling and falling into the water and just being scooped up, he was weak.

"This is a thirteen-year-old black dog, I killed it today for you to try! Xiao Wu, senior brother, I will avenge you today! ”

Xu Zhenren bit the root of his teeth, held the peachwood sword in his right hand and slammed it at the zombie who was drenched in dog blood, and knocked away He Cheng's right hand in front of him, and his wrist shook and "slashed" it from top to bottom.

Filled with mana, the peachwood sword glowing with aura touched the black and stiff fur, like a knife cutting through pigskin. The first knife is difficult to enter, but when it is cut, it is like cutting paper quickly, and the stroke is smooth to the end.

"Dumb ——!!"

Seeing that he was about to be injured under Xu Zhenren's sword, the black zombie suddenly turned into a group of screams and fluttered to the sky.

Xu Zhenren drew his sword, and there was a wisp of red cloth and fishy zombie poisonous blood hanging on the peachwood sword, leaving only two foot pits in place, and the black zombie was gone.

The crow "croak" hovered high in the sky, but Xu Zhenren was helpless.

He missed it, and the gods couldn't imagine that a black zombie could turn into a bird and escape to the sky.

Black Feather hides under the black clouds, and it is difficult for ordinary people to detect the crow's tracks.

"Uncle Shi!!"

The screams came violently, Xu Zhenren turned his head and saw that three or four evil ghosts crawled out of the ground, dragging the master and nephew who collapsed to the ground, inch by inch, and the spell to please the gods had already been dispersed by He Cheng, and the fake monkey king had long since disappeared.

"Demons!"

Xu Zhenren slapped the table and turned over and came out, the peachwood sword picked out the starlight, and poked four or five points in a row, the starlight "swished" cold, and dispersed the three evil ghosts who hugged the master and nephew!

Only then did he react, in order to lead He Cheng to appear, they set up a large magic circle, and the hill was ...... at this time Hyakki Night Walk!

A man who smiled crookedly and sold "human flesh fire" on his back.

Delicate, dragging the female ghost of the wind and moon in the belly.

The ghost baby who grabbed the windmill and ran all over the mountain.

All of them were attracted by the moonlight aura, ready to eat human flesh and drink human blood.

Two big living people, it's dangerous at this time!

……

He Cheng jumped into the muddy puddle, tore the red robe and trousers on his body, and the black dog blood was washed away when it touched the muddy water, which finally gave him some strength.

"This son also went to the mountains for a banquet?"

A pair of red embroidered shoes embroidered with peach blossoms came to the shore, and He Cheng looked up: long legs, big breasts, and a small face.

The smile also has a bit of a sense of captivating the country and the city, and the woman's pale lips opened lightly: "Why don't you go with me?" The living are yours, and the dead are mine! ”

The long scarlet tongue swept the lips, a little bloody and beautiful.

"Gollum~"

There was a soft sound in the woman's stomach, and she herself noticed it, covering her face shyly.

"Smack!"

He Cheng jumped out with muddy water, pinching tiger claws and pinching the woman's neck.

"Hungry ghosts dare to come?"

With a pinch, there was a crisp sound of breaking celery from the woman's neck, "Click"!

Shaking his hand, He Cheng turned into a bird and flew to the top of the mountain.

……

Red-faced, white-faced, green-faced, black-faced.

The fangs and claws of the demon leaned against his shoulders, his toes against the heels of the previous ghost, and he looked up to see the black press.

Xu Zhenren's peachwood sword had already been caught by the evil ghost, and at this time he was like a star who had just gotten off the plane, and he was full of crazy fans before and after.

It's hard to stand alone.

If it weren't for the killer weapons of glutinous rice and boy urine, Xu Zhenren might have gone to Huangquan with his nephew.

"Concerts, huh? Get lost! ”

The shouts were like rolling thunder, and the thick black corpse qi dispersed into a fine mist, covering the ghosts, and a miserable scream came.

The black stiff foot with a tattered red robe hanging on his body and a hard grin stepped on four or five evil ghosts and landed in front of Xu Zhenren.

Thousands of hands and claws reached out in all directions to scratch at him.

Black Stiff smiled and ignored it.

Suddenly, Xu Zhenren saw Hei Zhuang and said to himself, "You, it's mine!" ”

After speaking, he turned around and let out a roar like a tiger and a wolf, and his slap was like an iron shovel, and two or three ghosts were flattened for a few points as soon as he smashed it.

There are dozens or hundreds of ghosts, can you kill them?

As his eyes glared, the corpse qi surged, and an evil ghost was picked up as if nothing was and fell to He Cheng's mouth. The corpse was mouthed, and it was easily eaten.

"Rejoice! It's just a pity that it's too slow! ”

No matter how powerful the ghost is, he can only eat one in one bite.

In this way, the ghosts were also eaten by him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The top of the mountain was finally quiet, and the moon pillar had long since dissipated.

Xu Zhenren, who was half-kneeling on the ground with his sword, looked up at the black zombie with a corpse like a demon.

"Don't be too complacent, I sent a message back to Maoshan a few months ago, you have already entered the eyes of thousands of fellow Daoists in the Spiritual Illusion Realm, no matter what kind of demon you are, you will die!"