This time, Di Ming was the first to strike, he didn't want to procrastinate anymore, he didn't have a good impression of zombies himself, especially these two zombies in front of him were still such a city government.

Di Ming held the Purple Thunder Hammer in his hand, and directly regarded him as a superior weapon, and rushed towards the two of them.

The white giant hammer above their heads sensed the threat of the purple thunder hammer, and automatically released its strongest skill, and the hammer shadow that was indistinguishable to the naked eye was mixed with a beautiful phantom sound, and it attacked Di Ming in all directions.

In this attack, it was not the Hammer Shadow that was terrifying, but the Phantom Sound. This phantom sound pointed directly at Di Ming's mind, wanting to make Di Ming fall into a kind of intoxicating illusion. Once it becomes addicted, these real hammer shadows will hammer it into flesh.

"The art of illusion is similar to the art of illusion, and they both belong to the category of illusion. It's just that I'm almost immune to this illusion right now, unless it's the illusion of a particular being that might still affect me a little. ”

The corners of Di Ming's mouth rose slightly, revealing a bright smile, completely ignoring the attack of the phantom sound, breaking through the blockade of the hammer shadow with a left and right slash, and continued to rush towards the two of them with a belief in victory.

Bi Wen and Bi Lu finally panicked, especially Bi Lu, she didn't expect that she was really going to die this time. Thinking that after being sucked by the previous generation, he originally thought that he would die soon, but he never thought that the previous generation did not let himself die, but made himself his descendant and a member of the zombie family.

Even if I don't want to admit this identity, the fact has come true, and I can't afford to criticize it anymore.

On weekdays, I completely hide the identity of a zombie, and occasionally forget that I am a zombie, so this is a dream. Over time, the more oppressive you become as a zombie. The more bloodthirsty, cruel, and cold as an iceberg becomes.

Bi Lu tilted her head and glanced at Bi Wen affectionately, she still respected her brother very much, this brother who protected her from the bottom to the big. is one of the two people I care about the most now.

If he had sternly warned Yaoyao before, not allowing her to suck the blood of the master at will, would there be no such scene today? It's a pity that history has no ifs, and today should be the last wonderful performance I did before saying goodbye to this world!

With a "bang", the purple thunder hammered into her heart, and a vast thunder power of the strongest and most yang instantly spread throughout her body along her heart.

The sound of "click" was like the sound of glass breaking, and it didn't take long. With a "pop", the dew turned into a little stardust and dissipated into this world.

"Old girl!" Bi Wen shouted, tears pouring down his eyes.

Di Ming's heart trembled a little at this moment, but the purple thunder hammer that was swinging still did not stop.

There was another "bang", and after a while, Bi Wen stepped into the footsteps of Bi Lu.

Before the matter was over, Di Ming's figure jumped up sharply, and immediately flew towards the white giant hammer. He remembered very well that the last time the black sword had stayed for a while. I don't know who broke through the air and snatched it back.

Sure enough, a crack opened in the sky again. It was the big white hand that stretched out from the space and grabbed the white giant hammer with one hand.

Di Ming's figure stopped immediately after this big hand poked out of the space, and he knew that he still couldn't compete with the power of this big hand.

But who would have thought that before the big hand could make the next move, the purple thunder hammer in Di Ming's hand was the first to react.

"Boom" thunder rang out. The Purple Thunder Hammer broke free from Di Ming's hand, rising against the storm, and its volume instantly grew to the point of being comparable to the white giant hammer.

The white thunder and lightning around him completely transformed into silver dragons, and from time to time they let out bursts of dragon groans.

A coercion from between heaven and earth suddenly descended, completely restricting the area.

The big hand that poked out of the spatial rift. The green tendons in his hands burst out, and he wanted to resist, but under the pressure of the purple thunder hammer, he couldn't move, so he could only sit and wait for death.

Di Ming, who was standing below and witnessing all this, was extremely shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the big hand that seemed to him to be strong would not be able to fight back under the pressure of the purple thunder hammer.

And then there is this purple thunder hammer, why is it a dragon and not a real dragon? At this moment, Di Ming really misses Cui Juan very much, if the master is here, he will definitely be able to guide himself.

With three "cracks", the three silver dragons immediately rushed towards the big hand under the command of the purple thunder hammer.

The big hand that had no power to resist could only be strangled by Jiaolong in unwillingness, and with his disappearance, the spatial rift was also healed as before.

After that, the three dragons flew back towards the Purple Thunder Hammer with a white giant hammer.

When the dragon sank into the purple thunder hammer, the white giant hammer trembled humanely. At first, Di Ming didn't know why he was like this, but then Di Ming was shocked by this purple thunder hammer again.

"Boom", the purple thunder hammer seemed to give birth to a purple mouth, and ate the white giant hammer little by little.

Di Ming's mouth opened wide, he didn't know what to say, let alone how to express his mood at the moment, this is too against the sky!

"Okay, don't be so surprised, it seems that you are very unskilled!" A familiar voice sounded in his ears, but for a moment he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

"Phew, I'm so angry, I even forgot about it! If it weren't for me, would you be able to control this innate spirit treasure so easily? The aftermath of this spiritual treasure alone can shock you to death! ”

"Is it Leilei? You're awake! "Di Ming's reaction is quite fast, if he is a little slower, this violent elf will not let himself have good fruit to eat.

"You still have a conscience, remember me. I'm awake for a while, and I'm going to go back to sleep later, and if I hadn't sensed your strong desire to learn, I wouldn't have woken up from my dreams! ”

"Well, thank you in advance. Hurry up and explain to me why he is in this state, and what is the matter with this dragon? ”

"It's easy! After eating it, you can slowly advance, which can be regarded as natural selection! A spirit treasure can be continuously promoted by continuously devouring a spirit treasure of the same attribute, provided that the spirit treasure must give birth to spirit intelligence.

The matter of the dragon is even simpler, it is injured, and after the injury is healed, it can retreat and become a dragon. ”

"Oh! I kind of understand the matter of Jiaolong. What about the things of wisdom? Could it be that it has intelligence? ”

"No, the previous wisdom should be erased. Now I am its owner, and I can also say that I am the instrument spirit of this spiritual treasure. ”

"I understand, thank you really this time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid this purple thunder hammer would be really difficult to control! But why didn't you show up before, but now? Don't tell me anything about your desire to learn! Let's be honest. ”

"Hee-hee, guess!"

After Lei Lei finished speaking with a smile, the Purple Thunder Hammer also finished eating, and after a full burp, he escaped back to Di Ming's body.

"I'm going to sleep, what's the matter, let's talk about it when I wake up!"

"I'm not done yet!" Di Ming stood in place and hurriedly said a word, but only the sound of the wind that answered him was whirring, and the only thing that accompanied him was the whirring wind. (To be continued.) )

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