"I see that your technique is basically in your hands, so although it is flexible, it also loses some security. You might as well choose a sample weapon, practice a corresponding technique, and rely on it more. ”

"This ......" Lin Mochen hesitated, and finally pulled down his face, "I have also asked Miss's two maids before, but they all said that I have enough strength and am not suitable for the weapon route." Besides, I don't have any weapons on me. ”

"Your strange power is indeed rare, and the ten generations of generals have a huge power comparable to that of the seven generations of generals, and you can really make good use of your huge power with straight fists and feet. But if there is a bonus to the weapon, the broken gold and jade are also raised in the hand. ”

"What did Elder Stiff say, but a heavy weapon?"

Zombie Wuya nodded, "Weapons such as hammers, pestles, and axes are counted, and they will inevitably hurt their muscles and bones when they are next to each other or touched, and even achieve the final effect." ”

Holding two sledgehammers in both hands, he snorted and snorted forward. What the hell is this meowing?

Scratching his head in disdain, "Although this heavy weapon is suitable, it is inevitably a little inconvenient to carry, and it is also a little flexible between the wielders." The kid's cultivation is shallow, and he has to rely on this method to have a few advantages. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry. Suddenly, a long stick appeared in the hand of the stiff Wuya, shining silver throughout, with a protrusion around one-sixth of the way, about five feet long.

Lin Mochen said unceremoniously: "You won't let me play with that short stick, will you?"

"What a stick, it's a heavy sword. As he spoke, he took the short stick and slashed a circle, and a majestic force shook in the air.

Lin Mochen couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his heart was once again frantically dissed. Anyway, isn't that heavy sword all black, you're all silver, isn't it? If you have a silver gun, I can still understand and like it, and of course the stick is fine.

"You're going to give him to me as a weapon?"

Stiff Wuya raised his eyebrows, "What, you're not happy?"

Wo Cao Wo Cao, holding a silver, blunt sword with no blade. The sky is thundering~~~

Shaking his head in a rattle style, he picked it up again, "No, no, it's just a little conspicuous, not quite in line with my style." Zombie Lao, do you think you can change the color for him, or make it a little more like a sword?"

"Not that time. Zombie Wuya put his heavy sword on the ground, and suddenly sank into the ground, and the surrounding land was crawling with dense cracks.

Lin Mochen's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to say more.

Originally, I thought that I was raped like this, but I didn't expect to hear the explanation: "This heavy sword was obtained by accident, it is very strange, washing, burning, and lightning splitting are all helpless, and then asking the pavilion master to help forge it also failed." If you're going to deal with it, you're probably going to find the Flame of Silence in the fairy world, which is the flame that destroys everything. ”

A little zombie of ten generations of generals went to the fairy world? was immediately beaten and scattered, and went to ashes.

However, for the sake of it being a treasure, I reluctantly use him for his sake.

Thinking about it, Lin Mochen didn't delay, and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

Huh?

There doesn't seem to be the slightest movement.

Licking his lips, he put his other hand on it.

Hard! The muscles on his hands have flare up.

Try harder! I'm already clenching my silver teeth.

"Zombie Mochizuki!" After the slight change in his face, his body was filled with divine power.

"Okay, don't waste your efforts. Zombie Wuya was born again, and with a gesture of his hand, a drop of bright red blood flew out of the heavy sword, melted into his body, and then slashed backhand.

The pain filled Lin Mochen's mind, and his hands instantly turned red. Immediately after that, a faint green light flashed, and the heavy sword simultaneously bloomed with a strange light, covering it.

It's like your own arm. In an instant, Lin Mochen had already put the heavy sword in front of him with both hands, and was measuring it.

"Although this heavy sword does not have the magic of magic weapons, it also needs to recognize the master. After confessing the Lord, it will become heavier and heavier as your cultivation progresses. "As the former owner, Zombie Wuya is not at all surprised by Lin Mochen's performance.

"How much can it weigh with my cultivation?" Lin Mochen's eyes lit up, completely losing his previous dislike.

"Ten Jun. ”

"Huh?" Lin Mochen was dumbfounded, what kind of number is this.

Zombie Wuya didn't pay attention to Lin Mochen's stupid appearance at all, "Now I'll teach you nine heavens and eighteen strikes." ”

Lin Mochen hasn't figured out the specific conversion of "ten" yet, but he still can't think about it anymore and starts a new round of learning career.

In another place in the Dark Pavilion, the Lord of the Ming Pavilion and Mrs. Mengzhao still finished flirting and recovered eighty or ninety.

"Although Ming'er is a blessing in disguise this time, you must not be reckless next time. ”

The Ming Pavilion Lord sighed faintly, "This time it is indeed reckless, but there are only two chances to fuse the essence and blood of the generals, I am afraid that I will not see Ming'er......" Mrs. Mengzhao's jade hand was on the mouth of the Ming Pavilion Lord, blocking his back words.

"Ming'er has succeeded, so you just need to cultivate well. ”

Ming Zheng's big hand held Mrs. Mengzhao's hand covering her mouth, and took the opportunity to kiss it lightly, "When the time comes, you and Ming'er will go to the lonely land together......"

"No!" Mrs. Mengzhao pulled back her hand abruptly, "I definitely won't agree." Die, die together!"

The Ming Pavilion Lord was silent for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

After all, it was Madam Mengzhao who broke the silence again, "Has the plan been made this time?

"No, this is the best opportunity, and if you miss it, you will sink forever in this kingdom. The Ming Pavilion Lord did not answer positively, but only clarified a fact.

"It's hard to keep people's hearts out of line!" Mrs. Mengzhao was not as optimistic as the Ming Pavilion Lord.

"Then kill, kill until your heart is united. The killing intent in the eyes of the Ming Pavilion Lord floated, and in an instant, thousands of killing spaces flickered.

"The Wang family is an ancient bloodline, if you can say it, you can say it. ”

The Ming Pavilion Lord was silent, but the murderous aura in his eyes narrowed.

An attic in the realm of Shangqiu in the zombie country, the attic was filled with murderous aura, and a wave of anger soared into the sky.

Running all the way, Wang Yi finally returned to the family, looking at the two ox carts at the door, and a sense of strangeness surged in his heart.

"Young master, the head of the family asked you to go back to the pavilion quickly. A corpse with a vicious aura suddenly appeared at the door.

"Grandpa called me, what happened, why did you put a new white cloth at the door?" Wang Yi had a bad premonition in his heart.

"I'll take you there. Wang Yi, who did not get an answer, was forcibly taken to an attic. I saw that this attic was unusually quaint and dark, and it had obviously undergone a long period of erosion. It's just that what's even weirder is that this attic is covered with white cloth, and there is a mournful vocal music in it.

"This ...... This ......," Wang Yi felt dizzy.

"Come in!" As the hoarse voice fell, Wang Yi knelt in front of an ox cart. This ox cart is similar to the one at the door, but with a more majestic atmosphere. There is a portrait on the horn of the ox, which is seven points similar to Wang Yi.

"Your father is dead. The hoarse voice sounded again, without the slightest emotion in his voice.

All kinds of suspicions in his heart finally became a reality, Wang Yi's eyes completely lost their brilliance, and his mouth grew up, but there was no sound. Ugly fanged faces, stiff zombie fingers, and the smell of zombie corpses permeated this not spacious lobby.

Family affection has nothing to do with ugliness, good or evil, it ignites a connection that cannot be erased in the bones and cannot be concealed spiritually. Even if, they are zombies.