"Control the stomach vibrating and yell out."

"Roar!"

An angry roar rushed out of Wu Zhen's tattered mouth, sounding no different from the surroundings.

The compelling momentum suddenly dissipated, because Wu Zhen also integrated into it.

The zombies were confused by Wu Zhen's roar, this voice sounded no problem, that means that this zombie is their companion, but the leader's order says that it is not a companion, is the leader wrong?

In just a few seconds, Wu Zhen's pressure suddenly disappeared, he didn't stop, and drilled out from the gap between the zombies, while shouting over and over again in his mouth.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

This is a pure human cry with no technical content at all, although it has been fermented by the zombie body, it still sounds so imposing, but it is different in the ears of the zombies, they hear the roar of their companions, and the roar is exactly the same as them.

Wu Zhen's left paw was holding a piece of blood-red paper, this paper was too ordinary, without any features, but when it took out the paper, this body actually reacted, extremely eager and jealous, fortunately he has a human soul, and his resistance to paper is strong enough, but these zombies are not necessarily, under Wu Zhen's deliberate guidance, through the blood paper, they have covered their monotonous consciousness with a layer of false information.

I am one of your kind.

The zombies were fooled and did not stop Wu Zhen, who broke through to the outside.

The ninth-level zombie is different, it is also jealous, but it is even more longing, this desire breaks through the exaggerated information barrier in consciousness, and it clearly sees the temptation ~ confusion from the depths of life. Only the zombie of its level understands what that piece of blood paper means, if its own life is a ball of light, the blood stains on this piece of paper are two points of light, and the owner of the blood is two pieces of light, this is not a matter of one more, but a multiplication problem, if it can find the owner of the blood stains on this piece of paper and eat him, he will become a god.

The base is between 90 and 99. 9999…… It's only level 10 in this range, but once you break through that boundary, it's 100. There used to be a ridiculous word called 100-level godhood, which is obviously very fake, and it is very funny, God or something is not nothing. But many people misunderstand the meaning of the word, and the god here is only a symbol, or it is more appropriate to compare the resulting gap. 100 is a limit in life, it is very difficult to cross it, it takes opportunities, it also needs strength, the limit is used to break, although there are very few lives that have this ability, but since it exists, it is not insurmountable.

The ninth-level zombie is still hovering below 90, and now for it, the speed of evolution is already very slow, because it is getting closer and closer to this limit, there are too many lives that will be ruthlessly rejected at the door, its talent is about to run out, and it has not even reached the tenth level, how dare it hope for the limit of 100, but it sees hope, and the paper in the hand of this strange zombie gives it hope.

It turns out that there are really talented people in this world...... Zombie.

No, it's not just zombies.

Hopefully, this unique life is alive and must be alive.

The ninth-level zombie had forgotten that it had seen this paper a long time ago, but it didn't matter, it had to get this paper in its hands, and then look for the owner of the blood through the breath on it.

"Roar!"

The ninth-level zombie roared, unable to tell if it was excitement or something else. It chased it out.

Wu Zhen struggled to walk through the zombies, and at the same time transmitted the processed sounds, confusing the zombies around him over and over again. Hearing the roar of the ninth-level zombie who couldn't suppress his excitement, he knew that he hadn't been able to fool the ninth-level zombie, and he had no choice but to flee next. It turned out that Wu Tian was right, there would really be a problem when this paper was taken out, and he didn't expect this paper to be so luring ~ confusing to ninth-level zombies.

The higher the level of life, the more you can understand the meaning of this piece of paper. Even Wu Zhen couldn't resist it, let alone zombies. It's just that he wonders, what the hell is going on with this piece of paper? Could it be that Zhang Xin encountered any opportunities?

She, still alive?

Boom!

The sudden loud noise made Wu Zhen's spirit immediately tense and quickened the pace of escaping.

Behind, the ninth-level zombies couldn't catch up, and they angrily smashed the zombies in front of them directly. Wu Zhen didn't dare to kill zombies, because he wasn't sure if death would make them sober, but ninth-level zombies didn't worry about this problem, it was best to be sober, and they couldn't and didn't stand in their way.

"Roaring ......"

The ninth-level zombie's eyes were slightly red, and he roared with all his strength.

Invisible sound waves spread out around it, freeing the zombies from the illusion.

These sober zombies finally heard Wu Zhen's voice, and they were just screaming.

Anger pervades their simple consciousness, and they follow their leader, roaring.

More and more zombies woke up and yelled together, and at the same time crashed into the zombies that stood in the way and rushed towards Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen was about to rush out, and a zombie next to him was suddenly awakened by the voices of his companions, staring at Wu Zhen deadly.

Wu Zhen screamed and shook the blood paper in front of the zombie's eyes.

The zombie's ears were still the roars of its companions, which made it more and more sober, and just confused for a moment, it raised its claws at Wu Zhen.

"Die!"

Wu Zhen reacted faster, seeing that the breath of blood no longer worked, he could only kill it. A whip leg swept and smashed into the zombie, and before the zombie fell to the ground, he clenched the only fist he could use, raised it, and smashed it down.

Boom!

The zombie wanted to roar, half of its head was smashed by its fist, and then it hit the ground hard, and its head was rotten.

Wu Zhen released his soul and coldly "looked" at the murderous zombies around him, as long as the ninth-level zombies didn't kill the zombies who stood in the way, he wouldn't be able to pass for the time being, he still had a chance.

"Get out of the way, or die!"

The tenth-level soul aura fully exploded, making Wu Zhen's words infinitely imposing.

The momentum of the zombies has been broken, and this tenth-level soul breath is the strongest breath in the field, and the ninth-level zombies can't compare to him. There are zombies retreating, they can't resist this oppression, but more zombies rush over with red eyes, although they are afraid, but they are not afraid to the point where they dare not step forward, and the orders engraved in their lives between superiors and subordinates are even more terrifying after all.

The two eighth-level zombies swung their fists at the same time, sandwiching Wu Zhen one after the other.

Can't retreat, once you retreat, you can't get out, Wu Zhen has already felt that the breath of the ninth-level zombie is approaching rapidly, in a short time, it is about to wake up all the zombies, without zombies in the way, its speed is undoubtedly the fastest.

Yes!

Turning around, jumping up, the blackened soles of his feet lightly tapping into his fist behind him.

The punches in front are empty, and the punches in the back are hit.

Click!

I felt a few more bones in my foot.

With the power of this fist, Wu Zhenfei flew.