When the silver hair just started, Dai Ming frowned, his mind broke away from the trance, and the short sword in his hand immediately came out of his hand at the tall silver-haired middle-aged man, and he glanced at another bad guy who still seemed to want to stand still more than ten feet away, in case he suddenly made a move.

When Deming stomped his foot again and tried to dodge the silver needles who were about to kill him, a sharp pain suddenly came from his brain, as if thousands of ants were suddenly eating his brain, and he instantly lost control of his body. When his legs and feet stumbled, he was about to fall to the ground and be taken away by several silver needles glowing with red fluorescence. Almost subconsciously, Deming's hands quickly pinched a strange mystery, and he thought anxiously: "Body swap technique!"

As soon as he was there, a branch that had been pierced into a honeycomb by a silver needle fell to the ground with a "bang," and the entire root of the silver needle sank into the canyon wall stone more than ten zhang away, creating dozens of black holes the size of little fingers that were neatly arranged.

The short sword thrown by Deming was suddenly shot in two by the horse-faced middle-aged man, and fell to the ground, the sword body turned into ordinary silver, and the cyan fluorescence on the sword body was greatly lost.

"That person is still hiding the spiritual interference mysticism, staying at this critical moment to take the opportunity to suddenly attack me, if I hadn't been marked here for the 'body swapping technique', I would really be planted here!" Deming looked at the black hole destroyed by the silver needle again, and his face turned even worse.

"Wan Ying, where the hell is she dead? ”

Deming barely maintained the 'concealment technique' behind the branches and leaves of a large tree more than ten zhang high that grew on the rock wall of the canyon, panting slightly, his mind was at this point, and suddenly his chest rose and fell violently, he endured the residual pain in his brain and the severe pain in the dantian, swallowed the blood that had just gushed to his throat, and his face was instantly white without the slightest blood, obviously the 'body swap technique' that Dai Ming had just performed was about to exhaust the Xuan Qi in the dantian, and the spatial teleportation carried out by the 'body swap technique' was even more aggravated by the injury.

To perform the 'Body Swap Technique', it is not only necessary to attach the unique mark of the 'Body Swap Technique' to something in the space that is being replaced. Generally, as long as the Xuan cultivators of the four cultivators of the Initial Xuan Realm scan it with their metaphysical knowledge, they can easily find out the mark and destroy it.

However, Deming had never performed the 'body swapping technique' in front of the silver-haired middle-aged man, and it was expected that he would not use his metaphysical knowledge to scan the surroundings too much, and the four major Xuan Realm could only keep his metaphysical consciousness about four or five feet away from his body. And the range of the 'Body Swap Technique' is more than ten zhang away.

Not only does it take a lot of Xuan Qi to cast, but Deming also found that this technique has a strange limitation when he practiced it. Can only be performed twice within twelve hours. No matter how much Xuan Qi you have, casting it for the third time in twelve hours will be a strange failure.

There are many limitations to this technique, but it can still save his own life at a critical moment, so when he conspired among the children of a family to obtain this technique, Deming immediately practiced this technique day and night. It is also a countless practice of how to fully exert the effect of this technique.

Another universe. God, it's dark again.

The zombies may be sleeping. Is it really good to disturb them to sleep?

I'm here to kill them, how can I care if they're okay or not? I'm going to kill 3,000 zombies.

Sprawling New York City is lined with skyscrapers. However, the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the past have been replaced by dead silence. I suddenly felt a little sad. There was a blonde kid walking around on the wide street.

What did he do during his lifetime?

"Woo ......"

The zombies are sleeping. I turned my eyes to look at the underground passage a hundred meters away. There are hundreds of zombies clustered there. My eyes are gradually able to see through matter. Perhaps this is the result of cultivating the 'Fuji Transformation Decision'.

I smiled.

It was dark and it was raining lightly. It was dark everywhere. The little blonde boy pounced on me with a hideous face...... It seems to be reckless on the last trace of life, perhaps for relief......

"Bang!"

I raised my sniper rifle to his forehead. The zombies that were still standing and even running just now are lying motionless on the ground.

After these two months of bloodshed. I feel that life is so fragile and impermanent. My strength cannot even protect my own life.

Yes. I'm in pessimism again.

I looked up at the rain and reached out to stroke the cold streetlamp that didn't shine on the side of the street.

Go kill the zombies. I need to be empowered, to get out of this world, to go into the world of people. I can't stand being lonely anymore.

The last time I completed a mission, the 'computer' revealed that as long as I completed ten tasks, I would be able to go to other worlds. This is my fifth mission.

Let's go kill the zombies!

The corpse of the boy zombie on the ground was still motionless.

I decided to go to the world of people!

"Woo ......"

"Bang!"

This is the eighth.

They seem to be afraid of the cold, so that's why they gather? It's a pity I only have a sniper rifle.

I forgot to mention 'computer'.

The golden retriever I saw when I woke up was one of the doppelgangers of the 'computer'. At the time, I had to stroke the gold collar around its neck to communicate with the computer. Later, when I completed my first mission: killing someone, my mental power was slightly boosted. The 'computer' can communicate and publish tasks directly with me.

As for how to communicate, it's like someone is talking directly in my head. As for the origin and identity of the 'computer'. Naturally, I was puzzled. But every time I complete a task, I get substantial benefits. For example, the last time I completed the mission, a sniper rifle appeared in my hand. Or my physical attributes have been improved in an all-round way.

So, I still have a crush on 'computers'.

"Woo ......"

Hundreds of zombies chased me down the streets, despite the cold of the night.

The zombies who have changed their faces beyond recognition and are blurred in flesh and blood are all there. Stretching out his claws, he opened his teeth and was bound to bite me to death, a living person, and become a similar existence to them!

"Woo ......"

"Bang bang...... Rumble......"

I twisted my waist to avoid the fatal bite, swung my arm, and used the sniper rifle in my hand to knock another male zombie to the ground.

"Vine Technique!"

Four or five vines the thickness of a little finger poured out of my body and blocked my back, just enough to block a female zombie with a rotting nose from biting her back.

I was blocked in a narrow alley by seventy or eighty zombies that suddenly appeared.

Hahaha.

I'm used to blood!

"Poof!"

The ends of the vines on my body turned sharp. I spun a few times.

"Zizizi!"

Countless flesh and blood were cut by the vines and fell to the ground......

I was drenched in gore and became numb......