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Yesterday was the sixth day of the new year, rushed back to Shenzhen to work, and broke off the change, so I would like to complain to all book friends.

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Fu Lou raised his left hand, and the demon flag flew forward, floating in front of the white-eyed monk Jieyan.

With a few low "buzzing" sounds, the town demon banner quickly grew in size and turned into a large black umbrella. The top of the umbrella is like a dark night, dark and unfathomable.

At the same time, the Demon Banner also emitted circles of black halos to the zombies below, strange and seductive halos. The zombies who were affected by the black light of the demon banner wilted and fell to the ground after only a while, and it was difficult to stand up.

At this moment, the circle of zombies in front of the white-eyed monk Jieyan was no longer able to attack, and became a little lamb to be slaughtered.

The white-eyed monk Jieyan felt that the golden bell jar suddenly relaxed a lot, and couldn't help but lift his spirits, and kept waving the magic wand of the sky, sending out one half-moon scimitar after another, and the zombies in front of him fell in batches.

"Haha! Poor monk...... It's been a long time since I've been this happy...... Kill...... Wow...... Cubs...... It's a good time!" The white-eyed monk Jieyan was killed for a while, and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Fu Lou couldn't help but muttered secretly: "Does he still look like a Buddhist disciple at this moment? That demeanor is like a butcher who has killed countless people." He didn't know that the monks of the Fanjing Mountain Sect had always been good to others, but they were not opposed to killing to stop killing.

"Hehe, there are so many children of this corpse king, how can you kill the wild monk?" There was a dark laugh from the stone room: "Go, children, go and tear that wild monk to pieces!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of "plop, plop, plop ......".

Apparently, another batch of zombies has been released!

Since Fu Lou and the white-eyed monk Jieyan happened to be standing at the corner, they couldn't see the person who claimed to be the corpse king, and only knew his approximate location. However, in the face of such a large number of zombies, and until the true situation of the stone chamber is discovered, they do not dare to fly over lightly.

"Haha...... Come on, demon cubs, let this master do a good deed, and surpass you!" the white-eyed monk said with a big hair, laughing loudly, and at the same time striking several full moon scimitars in succession.

Although the cultivation of the white-eyed monk is already very high, the true yuan in the body is not endless. This is also the reason why he didn't dare to cast the Split Sun, for fear that after casting a Split Sun, his combat power would be consumed by more than half.

Although each half-moon scimitar consumes much less true yuan than the Split Sun, the number of times he casts it is too much, and there are more and more zombies.

Besides, even if the white-eyed monk Jieyan killed all the zombies, would he still have the strength to go to those two people in the Fighting Stone Room?

Fu Lou also understood that it was not a way to drag it out like this, so he shot again.

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A stone bench, a stone table, and a seven-stringed yaoqin.

At this moment, Fu Lou was stroking the piano in the endless sword.

As if he didn't know that he was in danger, he was bowing his head slightly, his eyes were focused, and his hands were stroking the strings like a storm.

The white-eyed monk Jieyan hurriedly glanced at Fu Lou, and couldn't help but have a black line on his face, and wondered in his heart: "What's wrong with this monk Lou? When is it? Still in the mood to play the piano? But ...... Just play it, and it's okay to help the fun. It's just that he's busy all the time, but he can't play the piano at all, isn't this playing the piano indiscriminately!"

When he was in the frozen grassland, although Xumu had heard the sound of Fu Lou's piano, it was a Sanskrit heart song, and he didn't know that Fu Lou used the sound of the piano to defeat the enemy. Therefore, it is even more unlikely that the white-eyed monk Jieyan will know about this.

In fact, Fu Lou seemed to be playing the piano at the moment, but he was playing a magic song that the white-eyed monk Jieyan couldn't hear or hear.

The sound of the piano is like thunder, and like the lightning of the night, it quickly invades the simple but very numb spiritual world of zombies. Under the influence of the magic song, many zombies began to be a little restless, a little chaotic, and a little restless.

At this time, another wave of zombies came.

The white-eyed monk Jieyan didn't have time to think much about Fu Lou's playing the piano, and three half-moon scimitars struck at the many zombies in front of him. Where the three golden moons passed, there were three long lines of death.

However, this time, the zombie who was hit by the white-eyed monk Jieyan was not only missing an arm and a broken foot, but the wound caused a burst of bursts, and none of them were spared. After he fell, he could not get up again.

"Haha!" Seeing that the white-eyed monk had killed three rows of zombies, he was in a good mood and didn't pay too much attention to the abnormal death of the zombies.

In fact, at this time, his face was already a little pale, and it was obvious that the true yuan in his body had been consumed too much. But he didn't care at all, and he swung his wand again, striking three half-moon scimitars.

These three half-moon scimitars are actually weaker than the previous ones, but this time there are still three death lines, and the zombies are all killed in the path of the three golden moons.

At this time, he noticed that many zombies had stopped moving, their bodies were shaking, and their whole bodies were swollen.

At the same time, Fu Lou's piano sound was fierce and clear, like a torrential rain, like fried beans, like a hurricane. However, it was the zombies who could hear Fu Louqin's voice, not the white-eyed monk Jieyan.

At this moment, in the face of the strange appearance of the zombies, the white-eyed monk Jieyan took it for granted that the other party had killed so many zombies, and his divine sense had also lost a lot and he couldn't control the zombies. He still thought that Fu Lou was stupid, or stupid, otherwise how could he play the piano at this time, and it was the kind that played randomly.

But when the white-eyed monk Jieyan saw the situation of the zombies in front of him, he also knew that the time had come: "Take advantage of your illness and kill you!"

So, he swallowed a few Buyuan pills in a row, closed his eyes and breathed a few times, and then opened his eyes suddenly.

"Roar ......" the white-eyed monk Jieyan opened his mouth and roared.

This is the roar of the Buddhist lion!

At the same time, Fu Lou's hands only saw his shadow, but not his shape, and the sound of the piano had already entered a small **.

On the surface, most of the zombies seem to have been affected by the roar of the white-eyed monk Jieyan, and only then did they begin to crack their skins, oozing out all kinds of colorful liquids that look like water but not water, and like juice and not juice.

At this time, Fu Lou's hands became more and more anxious, and he stopped with one last flick, and then put away the seven-stringed yaoqin and the stone bench.

It was also at this time that the roar of the white-eyed monk Jieyan also stopped abruptly.

Immediately after, a thrilling scene appeared in the stone chamber!

I saw that all the zombies' bodies, whether it was corpse blood, corpse water, or corpse juice, broke through the skin and burst out......

"Bang", "poof", "pop", "sizzle" and other sounds are intertwined, one after another, continuously. Zombies burst into pieces in large numbers like bursting bubbles.

The ground looks horrible, with severed limbs and sewage flowing sideways, and it is literally a slaughterhouse.

The white-eyed monk Jieyan looked at the scene in front of him, almost couldn't believe his eyes, and was a little confused: "The lion's roar seems to have improved a lot...... I actually made the zombies explode!"

Soon, the white-eyed monk Jieyan could no longer see a zombie that could stand up.

"What a strong lion's roar! It's so unexpected! Why didn't I realize that the lion's roar had such a powerful power before? If I had known earlier, who would have bothered to cut it with a knife. Hehe......" The white-eyed monk Jieyan reveled while touching his big mouth.

Fu Lou wanted to say that he was playing the piano, but after hearing the white-eyed monk Jieyan's self-talk, he forcibly swallowed back the words that had already reached his lips, so as not to spoil the scenery.

At this time, all four of them were shocked by the scene of zombies collectively bursting and dying.

A qiē seems very peaceful......

After a while, the sound of "plop, plop ......" sounded, and another batch of zombies was released.

"Brother Ghost King, why don't you hurry up and help your little brother!" The person who called himself the Corpse King in the stone room was a little anxious: "Little brother doesn't have many children!"

"Got it. The person known as the Ghost King replied: "It doesn't matter if your child is gone, it's a big deal that the Ghost King will go with you to get some villagers back." ”

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Thank you very much for your attention. Labor Medal: Here, I implore the passing prawns to collect this book !! help rush up the grades.

I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, a good family, nothing to count the banknotes to play, if there are extra recommendation tickets to give me!

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