"Thirteen styles, ice cicadas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As a gray smoke flashed, a line of ice crossed the neck of the zombie in front of him.

Makoto, who has become a beheading maniac, moves the head of the twenty-third zombie.

Looking at the slowly dissipating ice line, Cheng Qi said: "It's obviously pushed by the power of death, but it's an ice line cut out, and the things in this world really can't copy the laws of the previous life." ”

Calming down the restless power of death, he sighed: "If that's the case, then the so-called fast and slow swordsmanship that is often talked about in novels may also exist? ”

Kicking the zombie under his feet, Makoto's eyes lit up, and he actually harvested the first piece of equipment when he didn't expect it.

A gray-black dagger was stuck in the zombie's stomach.

"God forbid it's not something with a broken prefix. ”

Cheng prayed secretly, grabbed it with his hand, and pulled out a piece of intestines with a poof.

A foul smell rushed straight to Cheng's nasal cavity, and his head was a little dizzy when he choked for a while.

Cheng hurriedly took a few steps back, covered his nose, and scolded: "This Nima is really powerful, this is already a corpse poison level." ”

Shaking his head, Makoto looked at the intestines hanging from the dagger in his left hand, grinned, shook it with disgust, and splashed the green juice on one of his legs.

"Grass! Nyima is disgusting. Sure enough, it's still well done. ”

Poking the dagger into the zombie's tattered clothes, Makoto finally wipes off the filth.

It was a strange dagger as long as the blade and handle, and the surface of the blade was undulating and unflattened, making it look like the work of a novice blacksmith.

Holding the dagger to his right hand, Makoto tried it a few times, and sighed, "It's not a warrior's equipment." Give Elena a good use. ”

Looking up at the zombies in the distance, he said secretly, "I don't know what the difference is between them and Elena's resurrection, why Elena even has a sword, but these guys are just rags." ’

This underground space was not as big as Makoto had thought at first, or the place where he could stand was not as big as he thought.

Many places here are submerged in the sea, so the zombies can stand on less than a third, and at this time, he has already cleaned up the surrounding parts of the zombies that can walk directly.

"Fortunately, I'm not afraid of the erosion of the sea. ”

A trace of death power attached to his feet, and Makoto slowly stepped on the water.

Because it was in a state of merging with the ship, it was a little uncomfortable, but Makoto was still standing firmly on the water.

A feeling of extreme coldness spread down Makoto's feet, but because of his peculiarity, it finally slowly dissipated near his waist.

Although it was subtle, he was indeed aware that some death power emanated from his skin.

"Isn't it possible to change the essence of the ghost ship as a transformation device? Feel like a bottomless basket. ”

While recovering his consumption, Makoto walked towards the other side with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

But apparently Makoto didn't think about what it would be like in the eyes of the zombies when his characteristics as a ghost ship were revealed.

Unlike the zombies' sluggish perception of the power of Chengyun's death, when Chengcheng took a few steps and found the feeling of walking on the sea in human form, what he saw when he raised his eyes was indeed dense with flaming eyes.

At least a dozen zombies on the other side of the river all paid attention to Cheng.

The world seems to stand still.

Makoto froze there, not knowing what to do for a while.

After a little nervousness, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his head, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Pale flames burst into flames all over his body, and he began to wave his hands quickly like a fool.

In the distance, Elena slapped her forehead, and fell into complete speechlessness at Makoto's stupid appearance of imitating the wings of a bird.

"Where did he grow up?" she thought in thought.

Makoto's stupidity infuriated the zombies, and while they didn't know what the sudden burning thing was, at least they could be sure it wasn't of its kind.

Roars rang out, and they rushed towards the flames with lightning speed.

Unfortunately, the moths were burned to death when they put out the fire, but they were drowned.

The enraged zombies rushed headlong into the black waters with the force of wind and thunder, and then, and then there was no more.

Between the extreme movement and the extreme stillness, the transformation is beyond sincere imagination.

The space fell silent in an instant.

Makoto stared blankly at the calm water, and for a moment felt as if the cold air coming from under his feet was ten times more intense.

It was a chill from the bottom of my heart.

Looking down at his feet, Makoto swallowed his saliva and said, "It's too exaggerated." ”

He hurriedly stepped on the water a few times and returned to the shore, exclaiming, "How can it work so well." Isn't this the Mariana Trench?"

But obviously there can be no Mariana in this world, it is just a shallow river.

The sound of metal boots sounded in his ears, and Makoto felt a numb in his back, and hurriedly jumped sideways, facing Elena with his sword sideways.

Elena said, "What's wrong. ”

Makoto stared at her, and finally smiled bitterly and said, "I'm suddenly a little afraid of you." ”

"Afraid of me, what am I afraid of?"

Makoto exhaled, shook his head, came to Elena's side, and said, "It's not that you haven't seen it, these zombies can't even bear it. ”

Elena then understood, nodded and said, "Indeed." ”

She couldn't help but think of the condition in which she had been soaked in the seawater, looked at her black armor, and smiled, "Maybe like you, I was also resurrected as a high-level necromancer." ”

Saying this, she herself was a little happy, although the strength of the undead was about the same at the beginning, but the potential of the high-level necromancers was naturally much higher than that of skeletons, zombies, dried corpses, and the like.

She touched her armor and smiled, "Maybe like you, I and this armor are also resurrected as one, and the two of us together form a kind of necromancy." ”

Thinking of this, she reached out to Makoto and asked, "Give me the sword." ”

Makoto looked at the broad-edged sword, stretched out his left hand, and handed over a dagger.

Elena snorted coldly and said, "Are you sure?"

Cheng was helpless, handed the sword over, and joked: "You won't cut me, will you?"

Elena took the sword, sighed, and said helplessly: "Don't impose your fantasies on me, have you always gotten along with your friends like this before?"

Makoto's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Friend, what is that?"