Chapter 1867: Heavenly Fire Burns for the Dream of Returning to Lou Lan Jia

This roar was full of anger, and there was no implicit internal force in it, it was completely a roar made out of extreme anger, just like this, it was also unbearable, Lao Liu Tou sat on the ground in fright, and even the yellow hair of the yellow-haired monkey was frightened, and he stared at a pair of frightened little eyes, and he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

Even the old Dao not far away took a few steps back, held on to a wall behind him, and looked at Wu Feng with a frightened expression.

Wu Feng turned his head and glared at Lao Liu Tou and the others, for a long time, the anger in his eyes dissipated little by little, but he could clearly see that there was a trace of tears hanging from the corner of his eye, he cried, no one knew why he was crying.

"Wu Feng...... Why do you bother? Fei Zombie is dead......" Old Liu Tou swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, sat on the ground a little dejectedly, and slowly closed his eyes, at this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and there was an indescribable bitterness in his heart, and the angry flame had not been completely extinguished until now.

I don't know how long it took, Lao Liu Tou walked to Wu Feng's side with the yellow-haired monkey, patted him lightly on the shoulder again, and said softly: "Okay, a big man, always have to go through some things, you did what you had to do, with a clear conscience, those who died, don't blame you, if you want to blame you, blame the fat monk, this qiē is all his sin, we should find him to settle accounts, these lives should also be recorded on his head." ”

Wu Feng nodded silently, at this time, the yellow-haired monkey had the courage to walk to Wu Feng's side, stretched out the monkey paw, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Wu Feng's eyes for Wu Feng, Wu Feng glanced at the yellow-haired monkey, gently stroked its head, and then stood up and walked in front of the bloody flying zombie that had been beaten by him.

At this time, the flying stiffness, the whole head is almost gone, and the earth is fused together, but its body still looks terrifying at the moment, the hands can no longer be called hands, they should be called claws, because the blue-gray nails growing on its ten fingers are more than three feet long, sharp and sharp, slightly bent, in the palm of those claws, there is a black circular hole, which is the mark left after being driven into the soul sealing nail.

In the center of the feet above the stiff feet, there are also two blood holes, and sharp nails have also grown on its feet, in the shape of a hook, since its debut, Wu Feng has seen a lot of zombies, but the flying zombie in front of him is the ugliest, the most powerful, if it weren't for the help of those veterans today, Wu Feng might not be able to kill it, maybe it would be killed by it.

Although the zombie is dead, its corpse can't be kept, because as long as it's a zombie, there will be corpse poison, and it can't be buried but burned, and this zombie is different from ordinary zombies, its strength is stronger, and its corpse poison will naturally be much stronger than other zombies. This true fire of samadhi is not something that ordinary Taoist priests can induce.