Seeing at this pair of blood-red eyes, Rao is Simo was originally a demon with a firm heart, and he also felt that a bloodthirsty and violent mood in his heart began to spread. As soon as this emotion appeared, her spell actually felt out of control. Originally, she wanted to use her nails to turn into powder to draw a trap and trap the zombie first.

The nine-tailed fox was originally a symbol of virtue in this world, so most of the fox's spells are based on mental control and guidance, and the attack power is relatively not strong.

The reason why Si Mo was able to defeat her nephew was because her physical cultivation was one realm higher than that of the other party, coupled with her diligence on weekdays, and she carefully studied several attack techniques of other races, which made Yan Zimo's attack power not weak.

But the zombie in front of him, Xiu Wei is obviously not under Si Mo, and even judging by his ability to provoke Si Mo's emotions, he may be stronger than Yan Zimo in terms of mental control ability.

Thinking of this, Si Mo didn't dare to slack off, and at the same time as his hands were sealed, two strange gray symbols appeared in his dark eyes, like a fox tail and like a gray semicircle, full of mystery.

As soon as these two symbols appeared, the momentum around Si Mo's body changed, and the blood-red eyes of the zombie on the opposite side met her black eyes, and her already flexible thinking would become sluggish.

The moment he closed his eyes, the black claws directly hit the position of the opponent's head - although the undead said that they would not die, if even their heads were exploded, could they still be immortal forever?

This sudden thought was the inspiration she had received from the life of killing zombies, and what surprised her was that this zombie actually retreated back again under her claws, and then the black mist turned into thousands of long whips, constantly whipping the surrounding air - each time it was drawn squarely on the formation node formed by nail powder.

"I didn't expect you to know the formation."

The zombie didn't make a sound this time, but the long whip in the surrounding black fog swung more diligently. At this moment, Si Lu's abacus bead behind him made a soft sound, and in the midst of the sound wave vibration, the symbol in Si Mo's eyes suddenly shook, and it turned into a leaf.

A low and hoarse voice sounded in his head: "I will pass on the life energy of this locust tree to you, this zombie only has dead air, so it is extremely greedy for anger, and now you lure it with anger, seize the moment, and use all your divine thoughts to crush it into powder, is it possible?" ”

Knowing that this was Si Lu's original voice, Si Mo responded in his heart, and the green light on his body skyrocketed, in the darkness, the green light on her body was extremely conspicuous, and those waving shadow whips stiffened for a moment, and then like crazy, they rushed to surround the green light cluster where Si Mo was.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Si Lu's abacus beads fluctuated again, and after a few crisp sounds, the green light that he was originally competing with the black mist skyrocketed a few points again, and the original black light and green light were evenly matched, but most of its energy at this time was pulled by Si Mo, so the sudden burst of green light actually restored two-thirds of the living room that was originally shrouded in black light.

Only in front of Si Mo remained, and the black tentacle dance and the third place behind it were still shrouded in black light, but fortunately, there were not many original guests in that direction, and seeing this, Si Lu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—he could just feel that the realm spirits of this world were paying attention to the battlefield here.

If these mortals can't be saved, he doesn't dare to guarantee that the realm spirits of this realm will not go berserk, after all, there are foreigners who have an important identity in this realm and can influence the direction of the world.