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The color of the zombie almost represents the strength, and the black zombie is the high-end color of the zombie, iron stiff.

When the zombie is just formed, the white corpse qi spreads all over the body, and the body and hair will turn white. Except for the fact that the body is slightly stiffer and the strength is greater, there are almost no advantages.

As the zombie's cultivation deepens, the corpse qi turns from white to green, and the speed and strength have increased, but the improvement is also limited, and it is still only a low-level zombie.

The zombies slaughtered by Pang Shiyuan and Qianqiu are the two low-level zombies of White Zombie and Green Zombie, also commonly known as Jumping Zombie.

It wasn't until the corpse qi turned green to black, and the zombie was called Iron Zombie, and the strength of the zombie was substantially improved. Iron Stiff's hands and feet are no longer stiff, and his movements have become free, and his speed is extremely fast, plus his body is like iron, and his sword is difficult to hurt, so he is definitely an extremely difficult monster to provoke.

If they go any further, the black corpse qi can be released externally, forming a demonic qi protection outside the body, and even the magic weapon of the cultivator at that time may not be able to hurt them.

Fortunately, this swooping zombie is only a rudimentary iron stiff, and it does not have a black evil qi protection on its body.

Looking at the flying iron stiffness, Qianqiu was not afraid at all, his body squatted slightly, and then he leaped up, holding his long sword and facing him.

Pang Shiyuan was in a hurry on the side, so he wanted to go over to help.

But he hadn't moved yet, and more stiff jumps had been inserted between him and Chiaki. At the same time, Pang Shiyuan felt that his ability to jump stiff had suddenly improved, and he could also cooperate with one or two.

Qianqiu rushed too much just now, and the sixteen-year-old man likes to be in the limelight, and the characteristics of caring for his head are fully revealed in his body.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan was no longer in the mood to play the trick of advancing and retreating.

The internal force in the body was increased to ninety percent in one fell swoop, and the stride forward under his feet, the speed of the Stygian Sword became faster driven by the internal force, bringing out a ghostly light around him.

Every flash of light means the fall of a zombie. No matter how the zombies cooperated, the crushing of their absolute strength made it difficult for them to block Pang Shiyuan's Stygian Sword.

Pang Shiyuan almost destroyed the zombie block, but there were really too many zombies, which made him feel like he couldn't kill.

He advanced a full five meters, but there were still two layers of zombies standing between him and Qianqiu, and his sharp energy had been consumed, and he himself was encircled by zombies.

There were outstretched hands everywhere, and Pang Shiyuan had to use the Stygian Sword to protect himself, and he couldn't rush up anymore.

At this time, Qianqiu had also been suppressed by the Iron Zombie United and the younger brothers.

Although the lightning strike peachwood sword in his hand was still powerful, killing those who dared to reach out again and again, but in the face of the iron stiffness that could resist the lightning strike peachwood sword, he was very passive.

Iron Zombie's tremendous strength actually surpassed him, a sorcerer who specialized in polishing his body to cultivate witch warfare skills, and he was beaten back step by step.

And every time he retreats, it means that he is moving away from Pang Shiyuan little by little.

Chiaki wanted to hold on, but he couldn't.

Lack of strength is lack of strength, and it is not something that can be made up for by thinking about it.

Pang Shiyuan knew that it would not work like this.

Even if he can persevere, it will be difficult for Qianqiu to hold on under the encirclement and suppression of the iron zombies and the zombies.

Pang Shiyuan is ready to let go of Yibo, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent.

At this moment, Tian Zhao, who had been shaking his head there and playing in circles, seemed to have finally found the secret to the turbulent soul bell.

The crisp sound of the bell is no longer just a nice bell sound, but has become a life-threatening song that seduces the soul and destroys the soul.

Everywhere the bell sounded, all the zombies slowed down in an instant.

What used to take half a second to complete now takes 0.6 seconds to complete.

Don't look at it as a short fraction of a second, but it directly caused earth-shaking changes in the battle situation.

Think about the zero and second of an offensive footballer on the green field, and he can directly surpass the defender by one position.

And a gap in position is actually equivalent to a successful breakthrough.

When it came to the battle between Pang Shiyuan and Qianqiu and the zombies, this zero and a second brought even more.

The difference between success and failure in each of their hits is not a fraction of a second, but a fraction of a second. This difference of 0.01 second is enough for their long sword to do many, many things.

Suddenly, the two showed their might.

Especially Pang Shiyuan, he didn't have the restraint of iron stiffness, the Stygian Sword swept all the way, and the zombies were as if they had been cast a slow spell, and they couldn't resist his attack at all, and they fell under his sword one after another.

Pang Shiyuan finally rushed through the resistance of the zombies and directly attacked the iron stiff who was still facing away from him.

On the "burial" side, Pang Shiyuan, Qianqiu, Tian Zhao and hundreds of zombies have fought together, and they have entered the most critical juncture.

In the Baiyun Mountain Peerless Forest, the atmosphere was also tense to the extreme.

After the thousand-year-old zombie absorbed three times of the three animals, its strength was greatly restored. Chen Zhiluan believes that it is time for the final end

It's just that the final acceptance work was very unsmooth from the beginning.

The thousand-year-old zombie changed its previous meekness—if the coffin shook and the blood surged was docile—it became so irritable that even the ghostly light emitted by the long banner could not suppress it.

His thousand-year-old immortal head had poked out of the blood, and there was a rather vivid expression on his face, which was clearly from blood, but there was no trace of blood.

There was anger in that expression, but more than that, there was a faint disdain and condescending condescending! It was the anger of the higher beings after being provoked by the lower beings, and it was also the look down of the higher beings looking down on the lower beings.

His eyes looked around, and all those who were seen by his eyes could not help but have a sense of weakness and humility.

The spells that had been flowing from the mouths of the several wizards standing in front of and to his side were stumbling, and even the rhythm of the other wizards' chanting spells was affected by them.

And with problems with their spells, millennial zombies are even less suppressed.

Its hands stretched out from the coffin, supported on both sides of the coffin, and the whole person finally sat up.

It's just that its movements still seem a little difficult, because it still has the ghost light of the long banner driven by Chen Zhiluan on its head to suppress him.

Chen Zhiluan's always majestic face also had a nervous look on his face, and the magic of his hands became more and more urgent, and it made people feel dazzled when they looked at it. And the incantation in his mouth is beyond the limit speed of human language, it is almost like a compressed language with a sound representing several words.

This kind of compression language is an advanced technique for chanting mantras, and ordinary people can't tell what is being said at all, but the long banner inserted in front of him understands this compression language very well, and suddenly the gloom is flourishing!

The sun just after noon was still fierce, but it couldn't penetrate the deep glow.

At the same time as the ghostly light, there is also the coldness of Chen Zhiluan's body, which is also a sign of the high-speed operation of Chen Zhiluan's magic skills.

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