At the same time as the zombie flew up, the last old man who didn't die grabbed the stiff foot and neck, and was taken by it and flew into the air together, and the old man roared hard: "Poor Dao fought with you!" You have killed so many brothers of Poor Dao, and Poor Dao is dead, and you have to peel off a layer of your skin! ”

The old man was almost shouting with his life, his voice was hoarse, and his other hand took out a talisman from his arms, and then bit off his tongue, and spurted a mouthful of blood on the talisman, and used the talisman full of essence and blood to stick to the stiff thigh at once.

When this talisman was pasted, the flying stiff body trembled, screamed, and a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from his body, and then his body fell straight down, and smashed down on the roof with the three old paths.

"Boom"

After a loud bang, the ridge of the roof was directly smashed into a big hole by Fei Zombie and the three old roads, and they all fell into the house.

Wu Feng was stunned, his heart was inexplicably shocked, that indescribable feeling rose in his heart, his nose was slightly sour, and he actually had an urge to cry, what was going on, they were obviously a group of vicious cultists, why did he want to cry for them?

In the end, Wu Feng's tears fell, and in a trance, he thought of Master and Senior Brother in his mind.

"Brother......"

There was a grief-stricken cry behind him, and another old Tao appeared behind Wu Feng, Wu Feng wiped a handful of tears from his cheeks, turned his head to look, and saw the old Tao who issued the order, just now he said that let these four old Dao cut off the back road of the flying zombie, it is estimated that he did not expect that these old Daoists would use the method of connecting the heavenly thunder to split this flying zombie, otherwise, they would not die so quickly.

After shouting, the old Taoist carried a peachwood sword, jumped on the roof, jumped down from the big hole that was smashed, it is estimated that he was going to fight with the flying stiff, seven old Taoists, in less than half an hour, four died, and two in the ancestral hall to protect the people of Xisipo.

"Wu Feng, is that flying dead? It flew too fast, the old man hurried to catch up, it has killed a lot of people along the way, we have to find a way to kill it, otherwise people will die more and more, let's not want to get out alive! ”

Old Liu Tou ran over with the yellow-haired monkey, and said in a hurry as soon as they met.

"It's not dead yet, but it's coming soon!"

After Wu Feng put down this sentence, he also jumped onto the roof, and jumped down from the big hole, followed by Lao Liu Tou and the yellow-haired monkey.

Jumping in and looking, the first thing that catches your eye is a miserable situation, the two old Dao who were stuck in the heart by the flying zombie must be dead, and at this time it has been sucked into a dry corpse, and just now he bit off his tongue and pasted a piece of the frozen old way with a talisman, and he was lying flat on the ground, with a big hole in his chest, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but he was not sucked into a dry corpse, just stared at a pair of angry eyes, and there was blood in the eyes, looking at the big hole above his head.

These old Daoists died too miserably, they had just finished receiving the heavenly thunder, and they were also the weakest time, in the face of flying stiffness, they must be vulnerable, but they still fought with their lives, until they died.