Zhang Xiang followed behind Gray, and there was a very thick black handprint on his foot and neck, which was caught by the half-cut zombie just now.

He looked at Gray, and a glint of adoration flashed in his eyes, "Brother Gray, how did you become a survivor?" ”

"It's also a shame to say that I failed to cross the catastrophe, so I became a survivor." Gray wiped the peachwood sword with his cuff and said nonchalantly.

Doom!!

Zhang Xiang's eyes lit up, he was an underage child and a good student, but this did not prevent him from reading Xiuxian novels in his spare time.

Where are the Taoist friends here!

Zhang Xiang's mind suddenly appeared as an old man with white hair fluttering in the air in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Cultivators cultivate immortals, and immortal cultivators live forever.

However, the failure of the crossover in Gray's mouth is nothing more than a literary statement. To put it more ordinarily, Gray was hacked by thunder.

This is not lightning in the philosophical sense, but real in the physical sense - lightning strike.

Imagine a thunderstorm, Gray is alone in the rain and sits on a high roof meditating. Thunder and lightning did not open up Gray's second vein, let alone let him gain fifty years of power in an instant, but sent him to the trial space, making him a glorious survivor.

"Brother Gray, I want to learn the Tao!" Zhang Xiang excitedly raised his hand and said.

"Cultivation?" Gray shook his head: "A cultivator must have perseverance in order to achieve great things. You, no. ”

"Brother Gray, then I want to learn to cultivate immortals!" Zhang Xiang jumped up excitedly.

Gray stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Xiang's face: "Why do you want to learn everything?" ”

"Brother Gray, I, I was wrong."

The two of them walked to the mass grave, the entrance was filled with the smell of corpses, and beneath their feet was dead grass that had been burned by a fire and only charcoal-black rhizomes.

There was not a single zombie to be seen on the undulating hills.

Turning over a hillside, Gray saw dozens of zombies, gathered together as if they were in a meeting.

The two immediately hid behind the hillside, and the zombies did not notice them.

"There must be something strange about so many ghouls gathering in one place."

Gray squinted, and a cold wind blew, blowing the hair between his eyebrows behind his temples, like a fairy wind bone.

The zombies were dressed in tattered clothes, some of which looked very old and tattered, while others looked new.

Zhang Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and he saw this scene in his eyes.

Didn't the old man say that the corpses in the mass grave were the villagers of Heishui Village? Why the zombies here aren't what he says.

Some of them are full of flesh and blood, and most of them are described as withered, skinny, and you can tell that they have been dead for a long time, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be transformed into zombies by villagers who died at the same time.

The old man lied to us? Zhang Xiang touched the black-rimmed glasses between his eyebrows, and there was a little more doubt in his heart.

"Roar!"

There was a sudden commotion in the zombie horde, and a zombie suddenly flew out of the zombie horde. It landed straight down the hill, its head stuck in the dirt, its legs exposed.

Zombies and zombies fighting each other? Gray narrowed his eyes, trying to see what was sending the zombies flying.

It's a corpse! Gray saw that there was a zombie in the middle of the zombie pack that looked completely different from the zombies around him, and its movements were much more agile than the other zombies, and it looked like a living person.

"Brother Gray......" Zhang Xiang's voice came from beside him, and Zhang Xiang's tone seemed to be very frightened.

While Gray stared at the zombie group in front of him, he stretched out his hand and dragged Zhang Xiang beside him

"Don't talk! I noticed that the corpse qi in the vicinity was getting thicker, and it was supposed that a zombie was coming this way. Gray covered his mouth, pulled a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, and looked around nervously. Beware of burrowing zombies. ”

"Brother Gray—you...... You ......" Zhang Xiang was still talking.

"It's all said, don't speak! Wait, I've covered your mouth, how can you speak? ”

Hey? It doesn't feel right.

Gray turned his head, and he realized that it was not Zhang Xiang who he was dragging over. The large face of a charred black zombie was facing Gray, and it opened its mouth, full of sharp fangs.

"I'm sorry, I caught the wrong one." Gray also has a big heart, and when he saw that he had caught it wrong, he stabbed the talisman paper in his hand into the zombie's mouth and kicked it out.

The zombie is kicked by Gray and rolls several times. It raised its head and bit down the peachwood sword that Gray had slashed at him.

The well-maintained mahogany sword was scrapped in this way.

"A mere ghoul who dares to destroy my beloved magic weapon?!" Gray trembled with rage, and his eyes became as green as zombies.

"Wow! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!! Gray threw out the broken peachwood sword, and he swung his fist and rushed forward.

"Hurry as the law - Wild Ball Fist!" Gray scuffled with the zombie in front of him, and he raised his fist and punched the zombie in the face.

The zombie's jaw was dislocated by Gray's, and it raised its hand to slap it on the chin and put it back on. When it looked up, Gray kicked it again.

Gray's serial kicks made the zombie unstable at all, and the latter was kicked by Gray to suspect the corpse, and with a crisp snap, the zombie's limbs were trampled off by Gray, leaving only one head left.

"The power of ghouls is only slightly greater than that of ordinary people, and as long as they master the right skills, normal people can defeat ghouls." Gray touched his reddened palm.

"But the corpse demon is different." Gray held out a thumbs up and pointed to the zombie horde behind him.

In the center of the mass grave, the corpse demons surrounded by many ghouls fought with the momentum of beating ten. It had a large windmill that swept all the surrounding ghouls into the air.

"Ahhh

The corpse demon shouted, and it raised its fist high, and with a single fist, it knocked one of the ghouls in front of it more than ten meters away.

"See, I don't have a magic weapon, I can't beat it." Gray's tone suddenly became a little cautious.

"What if there is a magic weapon?"

"I can't beat it." Gray said very seriously.

"Brother Gray, I noticed that this corpse demon seems to be a little abnormal."

"It's not normal, the corpse demon will leave some people's feelings." Gray said.

"Brother Gray, you know so much!" Zhang Xiang exclaimed.

"Of course, the Dao technique I exchanged—oh no!" Gray straightened his chest, he realized that he almost missed his mouth, so he immediately changed his words and said: "I have been cultivating for many years, and I have experienced a hundred battles, so I naturally know a lot!" ”

"I understand the reasoning, but Brother Gray, why did they fight each other?" Zhang Xiang asked.

Why? Why?

"What the hell? Two waves of zombies fight each other, one will be injured and the other will be destroyed, and I am just happy to see it. Gray pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, then pulled out a box of matches from his pocket.