"You ......" Wu Jianfeng turned his head to look at Hu Ling'er and said angrily: "You actually dare to drive ghosts into the mountain, aren't you afraid of becoming a public enemy of Daomen!" ”

"Don't scare the slave family...... "Hu Ling'er said disdainfully: "The slave family can't afford the crime of the public enemy of this sect." ”

Zhang Cheng looked at the ghosts under the mountain, and he was also stunned.

"! You didn't bring all the ghosts in the cave, did you? ”

Hu Ling'er threw a wink and said coquettishly: "For you, the slave family is bleeding heavily, you have to remember it." ”

Zhang Cheng's eyes widened and he asked, "You have so many ghosts coming up, my people guarding the bottom of the mountain will be fine, right?" ”

"Don't worry, these ghosts are under my control, and they won't hurt people indiscriminately." Hu Ling'er confidently assured.

"That's good!" Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze to Wu Jianfeng, "Old Zamao, don't think that only you can bully more and less, brother can also call people!" ”

In just a few words, the dozen or so ghosts flew to the apse and pounced down with a loud roar.

"Evil obstacles! Dare to come here to be presumptuous, and the poor road will give you a taste of the soul flying! ”

Wu Jianfeng shouted, and as soon as the evil sword was raised, he slashed towards a resentful spirit flying in front of him.

When Zhang Cheng saw it, he immediately kicked his feet, and a punch shot out towards the back of Wu Jianfeng's head, Wu Jianfeng had no choice but to put away his sword to block Zhang Cheng's punch, took a few steps back, and glared angrily.

"Old Zamao, your opponent is me, don't mess around!" The red light in Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Those ghosts also seemed to know that Wu Jianfeng was powerful, so they avoided him one after another and rushed towards those stunned disciples.

"Not good!"

"Hurry up!"

When the disciples saw this, they were immediately shocked, and hurriedly pulled out the magic weapons on their bodies and resisted with all their might.

These people are all cultivators, and they are on the same level as the resentful spirits, but there are still two powerful ghosts in the ghosts brought by Hu Ling'er, although they are only inferior, but they are more than enough to deal with these disciples.

However, these disciples also practiced the formation, and after forming the formation, they helped each other and were able to block the attacks of the ghosts.

But the good times didn't last long, as the dense zombies joined the battle group, the pressure on the disciples of the Three Yuan Temple increased suddenly, but in a moment, more than half of the Kung Fu True Qi was consumed, and they became embarrassed.

There was a disciple who was not paying attention, and was pulled out of the crowd by a zombie, and suddenly let out a terrible howl, and was instantly drowned in the sea of corpses.

Wu Jianfeng's face was pale, and he had the heart to go over to help, but Zhang Cheng was like a piece of kraft candy, pestering him to death.

There was really no way, so he had to grit his teeth and cast a coercive force around his disciples.

Shrouded by the power of coercion, those zombies suddenly couldn't bear it, as if they were hit by a giant hammer, and they fell to the ground one after another, and even the dozen or so resentful spirits fell from mid-air.

The disciples of the Three Yuan Guan suddenly looked uplifted, raised their respective magic weapons and prepared to counterattack.

However, Zhang Cheng, whose coercive power had weakened again, suddenly accelerated his speed, and directly grabbed Wu Jianfeng's heart with one claw.

Wu Jianfeng was startled and hurriedly retreated, but there were still five blood marks left on his chest, and if he was a little slower, he would probably be disemboweled.

And Zhang Cheng at this time, the entire apse square was crowded with dense zombies, although Wu Jianfeng was really protective and not afraid of the attacks of these zombies, but his range of activities was also limited, and he couldn't distance himself from Zhang Cheng.

And Zhang Cheng also took advantage of this opportunity to stick into Wu Jianfeng's arms, punching one punch after another, and the attack became more and more fierce every time.

Although Wu Jianfeng was holding the sword of punishing evil, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to fight without his life, not blocking or avoiding, just greeting Wu Jianfeng at the vital point.

Zhang Cheng is an iron corpse, although he looks horrible when he is cut with a sword, but it only consumes some corpse qi, and he will recover in a blink of an eye.

But Wu Jianfeng is a mortal body, and if he is caught by Zhang Cheng, he will not have the ability to recover.

Although he is a half-step heavenly master, it is only reflected in cultivation and true qi, Taoist practices, all have to recite mantras and draw talismans, and now he is beaten by Zhang Cheng's body, and he can't spare time at all, and he has fallen behind for a while, and he was almost injured by Zhang Cheng several times.

Wu Jianfeng's teeth were about to be crushed, and he had no choice but to transfer the power of coercion back to Zhang Cheng.

The pressure on his side was greatly reduced in an instant, but those Sanyuan Guan disciples were unlucky.

As soon as those disciples took out their magic weapons and prepared to counterattack, the dense zombies and ghosts suddenly stood up again, and two of them who didn't react were instantly dragged out of the formation, followed by a piercing gnawing and screaming.

The rest of the disciples were almost frightened, and quickly shrunk into a ball again, and their faces turned pale.

In the past, they used to catch ghosts, when did they encounter a situation where ghosts ate Taoist priests, what is wrong with this world? When did the ghosts become so arrogant!

On Zhang Cheng's side, because the power of coercion was gathered on his body again, his strength was greatly affected, and the momentum of victory and defeat was instantly reversed by Wu Jianfeng, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen wounds were split on his body.

"Paralyzed! There's a guy who's amazing! ”

Zhang Cheng scolded angrily, his body retreated, and he distanced himself from Wu Jianfeng, Wu Jianfeng just wanted to chase after him, and the dense zombies around him had already rushed over, separating the two of them.

At the same time, Hu Ling'er also waved his hand, releasing a puff of pink mist, which shrouded the heads of the disciples of the Three Yuan Concept.

Shrouded by these mist, the expressions of the Sanyuanguan disciples suddenly became a little weird, and their reactions slowed down, and soon several more people were pulled to the ground.

"Bastard!" Wu Jianfeng looked at this scene, his eyes were about to split, and with a sweep of the evil sword in his hand, he cut off the five or six zombies in front of him.

But there are too many zombies at the moment, as many as they are cut down, they will be made up immediately, these zombies are not sane, they don't know what demon method Hu Ling'er uses to control them, and they don't know how to be afraid at all.

Under the impact of the zombie tide, Wu Jianfeng was knocked back again and again, although he was not injured, he could not get close to Zhang Cheng.

The current situation is beyond Wu Jianfeng's control, if he helps his disciples, then Zhang Cheng will immediately attack himself wildly.

But if Zhang Cheng is restricted, his disciples will soon be killed and injured, and under the obstruction of zombies, he will not be able to kill Zhang Cheng at all.

"Despicable! Shameless! Wu Jianfeng's eyes were blood-red, he had spent more than ten years, gathered the strength of the whole audience, and finally reached the half-step Heavenly Master, but he didn't expect to be so aggrieved in the first battle.

If he only relied on cultivation, he would definitely be able to overpower Zhang Cheng, but at the moment, the right time and place are all on the other party's side, if it drags on like this, even if he doesn't die, the Sanyuan Temple will definitely become a ruin.

The original strong self-confidence was replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness, and it was never the right way to cheat, and the half-step Heavenly Master was never a Heavenly Master.

"Ah!!h Wu Jianfeng roared frantically, stretched out his hand and swiped his face, and a deep blood mark suddenly appeared from his forehead to his chin.

"Poor Dao will use ten years of yang longevity today in exchange for your soul!"

(End of chapter)