Fang Xing held the knife and held the ground with one hand, beads of sweat constantly flowing down his forehead.

There were too many corpses for him to kill, and the thorny daggers that had destroyed decay in the past were useless at this moment, because these corpses had no soul, between zombies and dead people, and they looked like zombies in the West.

The long knife in his hand has already shown signs of collapse, after these humans have become zombies, the strength of their physical bodies has increased significantly, and this long knife is not a magic weapon in the first place, it belongs to the batch production of the Super Management Bureau, so it naturally does not last long.

"Uh-uh..."

These zombies let out strange screams, and it was another round of crazy offensive, as long as the zombie films in Europe and the United States smashed their heads, they would die completely, and the zombies here were even more frenzied, and they would pounce madly when they lost their heads, unless all their limbs were cut off and they were completely smashed.

A hand grabbed Fang Xing's bare foot, this was really a hand, a hand without a body.

With a knife cut, the severed hand was cut into two, and looking at the corpse that could not be killed at all, Fang Xing made a decision.

Escape!

The suppression in this place is too great, and the other party is difficult to destroy, so if you don't escape, you may be left here.

It's just that before Fang Xing could run a few steps, he heard a sound in the distance, and Fang Xing immediately recognized that it was the voice of a Taoist priest.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Xing ran in the direction where the voice came from, he was helpless against these zombies who were like kraft candy, but if the Taoist priest said it, there might be a way.

.........

"What sound?" The Taoist priest asked as he ran.

"How do I know?" The priest rolled his eyes, his encounter with the Taoist priest was purely accidental.

At that time, he was touching treasures in a temple, but how could he walk by the river without getting his shoes wet? This time, he met a ruthless character, and directly scattered his holy light and blasted him out of the temple.

Before he could go in and settle accounts with the Buddha in the temple, the Taoist priest ran past him, and the speed was so fast that he was kind enough to say a quick run.

Seeing that there was only a fox chasing after him, the priest's expression was a little disdainful, and he was a little angry when he was blasted out, so the priest raised his hand and prepared to destroy the fox.

It was only when he saw the mutated dead things that kept emerging from the slope that his expression lit up.

That dense number, the priest did not dare to touch it.

"Taoist!"

There was a loud shout in the distance. The Taoist priest immediately recognized that it was Fang Xing's voice, and the priest next to him also looked happy. If Fang Xing joins, it shouldn't be a problem to clean up these mutated dead things.

The two sides were separated by a big bend, so no one saw anyone, and two minutes later, when they met and saw the terrifying army behind each other, they all broke open and scolded!

"What now?" The Taoist priest asked breathlessly.

"Run here!" The sudden sound made several people immediately on alert, and Fang Xing saw three figures above the slope, two men and one woman.

After only a moment's hesitation, Fang Xing immediately made up his mind and went up!

The priest and the Taoist priest followed.

Above there is a flat land with a width of five meters, and above the flat ground is a mountain bag up to 100 meters high.

"Come here, come here, they're catching up." Ren Xiangwen shouted, and after speaking, he took the lead in walking up the mountain bag.

There was a big tripod every fifty meters in the mountain bag and flat land, Fang Xing felt that the big tripod was somewhat familiar, wasn't it the same as the big tripod he had seen before?

The zombies and mutated dead things had already rushed up, they pounced fiercely on everyone, Fang Xing's face sank, and when he stepped into the mountain bag, Jixiang Mountain's suppression of him increased in vain, and the battle here was very unfavorable to him.