The shaman was stunned, turned his head to look, and found that a large amount of black smoke poured out of the stiff body at some point, floating in the air, lingering dozens of meters above, looking like a black cloud, gradually expanding, blocking the sunlight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The corpse turned into a cloud, Edamame looked up at the dark clouds above his head, and smacked his lips, this is a magical power that can only be produced after the zombie has cultivated to a certain level, and he has also seen it when he was in the mountain behind the stone bridge to eliminate the corpse king.

It's just that at that time, the black clouds turned by the corpse king were overwhelming and powerful, and at this time, the black clouds turned into stiffness were only a few dozen square meters in size, which could only block the sunlight above his head, which was not the same as the corpse king.

But the scene in front of him still shocked the shaman stumbling, a cold sweat, although his cultivation is not high, but he also eats this bite of food, just because the stiff jumps are generally hundreds of years old corpses, and now it is rare, so he doesn't know.

But the corpse qi cloud is a major sign of zombie cultivation, and now when he saw it, he suddenly woke up, and he was actually hit by the kid just now, this guy in front of him is indeed a hard idea!

As the black qi seeped out, the flames on the body of the jumping stiff were slowly extinguished, and the shaman sorcerer looked at it fixedly, and his heart suddenly cooled by half.

The black shroud on the original stiff body was burned to the ground, revealing the dry cyan skin underneath, except for some blackening, there was no!

Just now he kept saying that this stiff jump was the end of the crossbow and would definitely die, but now he saw that he had been burning for a long time, and he didn't even hurt a piece of skin, and he suddenly felt that his face was hot.

The shaman sorcerer secretly glanced at the location of the edamame just now, but was speechless to find that this kid dragged his two companions and turned around and ran, shouting as he ran: "Master, you don't need to say more, we know to hide away, you can play to your heart's content!" Don't worry about us! ”

I'm playing a fart! Zombies that can turn corpses into clouds, even if there are two, I can't deal with them!

The corners of the shaman's mouth twitched, and he cursed secretly, and he wanted to wipe his face and ask this kid what he could do, but he didn't expect to run faster than a rabbit.

The flames on the zombie's body went out, and he looked up and let out a "Whoa!" With a strange cry, he looked around, and at a glance saw the nearest shaman, kicking his feet and bouncing over.

The shaman gritted his teeth, and now there were dozens of people around looking at him, no matter what, he couldn't run, and once he showed his timidity, he wouldn't want to mix in this business in the future.

"Hook the soul!" The shaman drew his peachwood sword and rushed towards Jumper, shouting at the same time.

Edamame was startled when he heard the soul hook, could it be that this guy still has a ghost weapon? As a result, when I looked back, I was disappointed.

I saw that after the surrounding Tsing Yi disciples heard it, they hurriedly pulled out a rope with a hook in the front section from their waists, the rope body was dark red, and it seemed that it was coated with chicken blood.

It turned out to be a knockoff...... Edamame shook his head, pulled Dongdong and Tao Ziyi to stand still dozens of meters away, and looked lively with his arms in his arms.

More than a dozen ropes flew in, and the hook at the front end hit the jumping stiff body, hooking its joints, and everyone shouted, and at the same time, they pulled the jumping stiff back and jumped a step.

"Move!" When the shaman saw that the zombie was hooked, his confidence increased greatly, and he hurriedly shouted again.

Those disciples immediately ran around the zombies and ran towards different ones, looking chaotic, but none of them bumped into each other, and they looked like they had been trained in normal times.

As the disciples continued to run, the ropes were constantly wrapped around the general's body, and they were firmly tied from neck to feet.

"Whew!" The zombie writhed desperately, jumping and jumping in an attempt to break free.

Although the strength of the zombie jump is strong, the combined efforts of more than a dozen people can still firmly drag it, and the rooster blood on the rope also suppresses the corpse qi in the zombie's body, so that it cannot exert its full strength.

In addition to the shaman and his dozen assistant disciples, there were many ordinary people in the previous team, some of these people were invited blowers, and some of them were people with a certain status in the local area, who were invited by the shaman to show off their means.

These people were so frightened that they retreated in panic when they saw that the zombies were not injured after being burned by the fire, but in the blink of an eye, they slowly breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the zombies had been subdued by the wizard's disciples, and looked at the shaman's eyes full of worship.

"It's done!" Tao Ziyi clenched her fists, although she was also a little dissatisfied with the shaman, but she couldn't help but cheer when she saw the zombies being tied up.

Edamame glanced at her, shook his head, and said, "If this trick was made just now, it might still be useful, but now...... Some late. ”

Tao Ziyi was stunned, and before he could speak, he saw the zombie roaring wildly in the sky, and the black cloud above his head suddenly separated into a black gas, which revolved around the zombie, and then divided into more than a dozen wisps, flying quickly along the rope.

The corner of the shaman's eyes twitched, knowing the power of this corpse, and he hurriedly shouted, "Let go!" ”

When more than a dozen disciples heard this, they had to let go of the rope in their hands, and the rope lost its strength, jumped stiff and trembled, and suddenly fell from its body.

Dongdong poked the edamame and asked in a low voice, "You don't make a move?" ”

Edamame thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this guy still has some mana, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with it for a while, let's see." ”

The zombie lost its restraint and immediately pounced on the disciples around it, and the shaman screamed angrily, raised his peachwood sword, flew up, and slashed at the top of the stiff head.

Jumping stiff felt the strong wind in the back of his head, and his whole head suddenly twisted back, spewing out a breath of black gas, and the shaman had to withdraw the peachwood sword, urging the mana, and swinging it in front of him, dispersing the corpse qi.

When he saw the stiffness, he immediately gave up the surrounding Tsing Yi disciples, turned around and pounced on the shaman, stretched his hands forward, and his three-inch-long nails went straight to the shaman's face.

Before the shaman could catch his breath, he saw that the two ghost claws had arrived in front of him, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly tilted his head back and narrowly avoided the blow.

Taking advantage of the stiffness and unsteady, the shaman untied the leather drum hanging from his waist and held it in his hand like a shield in front of him.

I don't know what the drum surface of this leather drum is made of, but it actually blocked the attack of zombies, and the stiff hand fell on it, making a loud noise, but it never broke the thin drum surface.

In the eyes of the people around, the shaman fights zombies alone, with a drum in one hand and a sword in the other, looking like a gladiator in ancient Rome.

"Good! The master is really powerful! ”

"Master is mighty!"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly erupted in applause, but the shaman was secretly complaining in his heart at this time.

The zombie is infinitely powerful, although he blocked a few stiff attacks, but the force from the leather drum is to make his blood surge, after a few strokes, even the left arm holding the drum is a pain in the heart, and the arm bones seem to be about to be broken.

And his peachwood sword finally slashed the zombie, but it only left a white mark on the skin, and it was not even a skin injury.

How can this Nima fight!

Listening to the applause around him, the shaman is now riding a tiger and it is difficult to run, and he wants to run but can't run, but he can hold on hard...... I can't even lose my life.