A big head flew into the sky, but suddenly it was like a sleeping bag filled with water, and it was blown up with a punch.

"The wind drives the torrential rain and sprinkles the high city, and the clouds press the light thunder."

The rain of blood is spilled, just like the poem.

Click, click......

Blood fell to the ground, like broken plums.

The head was smashed, and there was a big pool of blood.

smashed a section of the broken plum beauty, leaving only a terrifying horror.

"It's a pity," He Cheng shook his head.

No one understood what he meant, and why was it a pity, the two onlookers were only frightened.

The yellow hair in the car looked at him in horror, maybe he couldn't figure out his identity, and there were a few words in his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

"Who am I?"

He Cheng asked for him.

Huang Mao didn't know whether to nod or not, after he was bitten by the generals, he had been doing evil for thousands of years, and he did all kinds of evil.

Everything is happy on your own, and you only care about your own happiness.

He thinks that he is the biggest villain in the world, and the most terrible monster is the general...... Because there is love, and it is not worthy to be compared with him.

However, the young man he saw today gave him another feeling.

In his eyes, life is not worth mentioning.

Strength, like a ridiculous term in front of his eyes, has no practical meaning.

"I'm a drowder!"

Flames appeared around He Cheng.

In ancient legends, the four zombie kings each had their own magical powers, but the drought was the strongest in controlling the flames.

In this world, the fire demon is a drought, only water can overcome fire, but if anyone attacks with water, he will definitely die even worse.

The fire has no temperature, like a battle armor made of red-hot iron plates, like substance.

The black coat was undamaged.

Everything proves that he is right.

Huang Mao was shocked: "Drought fish? ”

The fat man in blue shouted: "Drought fish! ”

"Impossible!"

"What's wrong?"

"There can never be a drought in the world!" The fat man in blue shook his head vigorously.

"I have followed the True Ancestor for countless years, and since Nuwa created man, there is only one zombie in the world!"

Huang Mao was puzzled: "General? ”

The fat man in blue nodded vigorously.

"The Four Zombie Kings are just the evolution of the identity of the Zombie King's generals, and I'm sure there are no droughts in this world."

"What is he?" The problem of yellow hair is acute.

The fat man in blue choked on a piece of steamed bun in his mouth, and the words were blocked in his mouth and he couldn't speak.

He knew that there were no droughts in the world, but the droughts that fit the description of the myth appeared in front of him, and he felt very aggrieved that everything could not be explained.

"Finished talking?"

He Cheng asked, the flames around him had disappeared and changed back to the appearance of ordinary people.

"Levi's ability is no less than mine," Huang Mao spoke, his tongue a little difficult.

One trick to take off the head of his companion, such a close distance, he may not be able to live.

"Fight!" The fat man in blue nodded.

"When we're done talking, let's die"

He Cheng's left hand reached out, and suddenly a golden light flashed, and a fierce beast could be seen faintly, howling angrily, and the roar reached the heavens and the nine shadows.

The wind is up, and it's quiet.

Cloud rolls, cloud shu.

Only the rustle of leaves, time seems to freeze.

A little plum blossom, dotted the ground.

Bang~

The yellow-haired head smashed to the ground and rolled with the head just now.

"It's a pity"

He Cheng still shook his head.

Leather shoes stepped in pools of blood, walked in bloody water, and left a string of bloody footprints on the sidewalk.

"Escape!"

The fat man in blue had lost his calmness, his cigar was rolling in blood, and he fled in a panic.

"Ding!"

As soon as he turned into blue light and flew into the sky, He Chengxu beckoned.

Move mountains and unload mountains, and borrow mountains to suppress.

The supernatural power is unlimited but the manpower is limited, so the method of moving mountains only stays on suppression.

But at some point, a mountain flew in and blocked the way above the fat man in blue, stopping him.

The mana of the golden immortal naturally penetrates the heavens and the earth, and the supernatural power that does not have to move mountains and mountains can easily move mountains.

"Escape!"

The fat man in blue rubbed his head, and his head hit the ground.

"Ding!" The head hit the ground without accident, and there was another clang.

Like hitting your head on a thick piece of iron that has been poured.

"Pointing to the ground into steel?"

The fat man asked, rubbing his head.

The generals are just strong in their ontology, plus some supernatural powers, but in terms of themselves, they are not cultivators, they have no mana, and naturally they don't have these tricks.

"You hit the manhole cover"

He Cheng pointed to the manhole cover that had been hit with a big hole.

At this point, the fat man realized that he didn't feel what he had just hit, but because he was afraid in his heart, he scared himself, and he mistakenly thought that the other party used some method to point to the ground into steel to trap himself.

"Spare your life!"

He was also decisive: "I am one of the five-colored messengers under Nuwa's seat, Lan Dali, the corpse king still leaves my life better." ”

"Five-color messenger, multicolored stone ......"

He Cheng nodded, thinking of something.

"Huh?"

I heard that it was not easy to sacrifice the name of Nuwa.

He Cheng once devoured the six-eared macaque conceived by Nuwa's Heavenly Stone, and obtained the bloodline of the colorful stone, this Nuwa is not his Nuwa, and the definition of the colorful stone is also different.

In the Journey to the West, the multicolored stones used to mend the sky are the best treasures in the desolate world refined by Nuwa herself.

Therefore, as soon as Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque were born, they could turn over the river and the sea, and their magical powers were endless.

I have a date with zombies in the world, and Nuwa also makes up for the sky, but she extracts the five inferior roots of human beings.

Infatuation, power, resentment, confusion, jealousy.

Extract five kinds of bad roots and return them to the sky.

Nuwa and Mending Heaven, as well as the multicolored stones, are common.

"Nuwa, I wonder if I can improve my bloodline?"

The colorful stone refines the bloodline of the dry fish, but in fact, He Chengjian is on the sidelines.

The drought can barely be counted as a zombie, and when it arrives, it is completely out of the zombie identity and becomes a monster.

Lan Dali's ears were tipped, and he heard He Cheng's words.

"Corpse King! Corpse King! If you want Nuwa's life, the villain has a way! ”

"You are Nuwa's subordinate, why do you still want her life?"

"Nuwa wants to destroy the world, the villain naturally can't sit still, in the world of flowers, it's naturally better to be alive" Lan Dali grinned and smiled restrainedly.

His dedication couldn't escape He Cheng's ears.

He Cheng nodded when he heard this, his hand lifted up, and the mountain above his head turned into a streamer and disappeared, and he didn't know where it went.

"Thank you, Corpse King!"

"Where is the general at this time?"

"General?"

Lan Dali's face froze: "True Ancestor's strength is all over the sky, how dare the villain follow him?" ”

"Then let's look for him in a few days."

He Cheng came to this world for several small purposes, fighting with the generals, and it was one of them, he was looking forward to fighting with the generals.

"Go back and wait for my news"

"Yes!"

He Cheng's body disappeared in an instant.

"Whew~"

Lan Dali was like being pardoned, wiping the sweat from his head.

"Almost died, Zombie King Drought Fish, Zombie King General...... Listen to him, and the two kings will fight! Lan Dali's eyes lit up again.

The two kings fought each other, and they reaped the benefits of the fisherman.

"But before that, you have to ...... Nuwa first"

Lan Dali is the "right" of one of the five inferior roots under Nuwa.