Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Crisis of Literary Talent

"You're going to die. ”

Uncle Nine was holding the money sword, his momentum was open, and the terrifying aura did make him feel very depressed, but it was nothing to him.

Thinking about what kind of strong man he hadn't seen on Maoshan back then, in the eyes of real immortal cultivators, Jin Dan was just getting started, and only immortal cultivators who had survived the forty-nine heavenly tribulations at the peak of Yuanying could be regarded as real masters.

Although their Maoshan Sect is not particularly large, and it is an ordinary force for the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, but they also have masters in the Yuanying and even Out-of-Body Realms in their sect, and he is very accustomed to this kind of aura, so he will naturally not be afraid.

The white-eyed zombie didn't speak, the injury on his body had made him completely crazy, he didn't care about everything, even if he would be reduced in strength again after this time, he had no regrets, at least then he could still live, wouldn't he?

At this time, the white-eyed zombie moved, his body flashed away, and he rushed out with all his strength, he had already given up using the sword in his hand, but directly activated all the Yin Yuan in his body.

But this kind of Yin Yuan is different from Xia Zhuo, he is more mixed, and he is a direct corpse element, which is completely different from Xia Zhuo, who has already cultivated the Purple Extreme Immortal Zombie Holy Record.

Because of this, his energy attack is also extremely powerful, and when he gathers all his energy between his palms, he is ready to make a big move, or he is desperate.

Once this energy is struck, no one can imagine how powerful this energy is, and this is also the real blow of the Jindan realm.

Uncle Jiu's face became solemn again.

The money sword in his hand was ready to go.

"Die. ”

"Kill. ”

The white-eyed zombie and the ninth uncle shouted out two words one after the other, although they were just ordinary two words, but they contained a sky-high momentum, which permeated the stone room space, making people feel very depressed.

At this time, the black energy bombarded towards the Ninth Uncle with a breath of destruction.

At the same time, a golden streamer shot out from Uncle Nine, as if he wanted to break everything, and instantly rushed towards the black energy, as long as he could disintegrate the black energy, he would win.

Uncle Nine knew this very well in his heart, and because he was clear, his expression was very excited.

Suddenly, the corners of the white-eyed zombie's mouth raised slightly, and after Uncle Nine saw it, he immediately felt a pimple in his heart, and before he came back to his senses, he saw that the black energy completely wrapped the money sword, and he hurriedly controlled the money to break out of the black energy, but he found that he couldn't do it.

The white-pupiled zombie's body flew into the air in an instant at this time, and the energy in the palm of his hand was even more terrifying, and before Uncle Nine could react, he bombarded him.

Rumble!!

The energy completely exploded, and the black energy instantly enveloped the space in front of them, and Xia Zhuo and the others, who were outside, couldn't see the situation inside at all.

Of course, this is only for ordinary people, like Xia Zhuo, as a zombie, he knows the black energy very well, and it is not particularly difficult to break it, the question is whether it is worth it, after all, he does not fully know whether he can bear this energy or not.

Wen Cai looked at the situation in front of him with an anxious expression, he had no idea what was going on inside.

After a while, a person flew out directly from the time of black energy, Wen Cai saw that it was Uncle Jiu, and immediately flew over, but was directly stopped by Xia Zhuo.

"Xia Zhuo, what are you doing? My master is injured, I have to go over and save him. Wen Cai said anxiously.

"You can't save it at all, that zombie is not seriously injured at all, you are just sending it to death like this. Xia Zhuo said.

"Can I just watch my master get killed here?" Wen Cai roared angrily at Xia Zhuo.

"I understand your feelings, but you can't be in a hurry about this matter, otherwise not only your ninth uncle will die, but you will also die. Xia Zhuo said calmly.

"If it's not your master, of course you're not in a hurry, he's not just my master, if it weren't for the master, I'd have died a long time ago, you won't understand this. ”

At this time, Wen Cai couldn't listen to Xia Zhuo's advice at all, and still insisted on going his own way, directly throwing off Xia Zhuo's arm and rushing directly towards Uncle Jiu.

Xia Zhuo was also helpless when he saw his appearance, and he couldn't let him go, so he could only follow the same.

For him, Wen is his cherished friend, and when a friend is in trouble, how can he let it go?

Uncle Nine didn't pass out at this time, he saw Wen Cai rushing towards this side and immediately stopped: "Wen Cai, stop me, don't come over." ”

Uncle Nine is for his good, because he knows very well that the white-pupiled zombie in front of him has nothing at all, and once Wen Cai comes over, there is only a dead end.

Sure enough, as soon as Uncle Jiu's words fell, the eerie and terrifying voice of the white-eyed zombie rang out from the ears of Wencai and Uncle Jiu.

"It's too late, since you're here, you can accompany your master to die together!"

I don't know when, the white figure of the white-eyed zombie has already appeared in front of Wen Cai, he looked at Wen Cai condescendingly, and a cruel killing intent flashed above his expression.

For him, everyone here is going to die, and only when all these damned people are dead will they have a chance to get out of here.

Wen Cai didn't expect things to turn out like this at this time, his expression couldn't help but be stunned, and he completely lost his original calm, and before he could react, the hideous face of the white-pupiled zombie had appeared in front of him.

And the next thing that greeted him was the opponent's fist as hard as iron.

Wen Cai wanted to raise his fist and blast it out, but he knew very well that this was undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg and killing himself.

In fact, at this time, even if he wanted to make a move, there was no way at all, because the white-eyed zombie's movements were too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Nine endured his aching body, rushed directly to Wen Cai's side, and couldn't help but roar at the white-pupiled zombie: "You dare!"

"The loser is not qualified to talk to me, get out. ”

The white-eyed zombie didn't care about Uncle Nine at all, and kicked him out directly with just one kick.

At the same time, he didn't fall on Wen Cai's side, and his left fist bombarded him directly.

If this punch is really implemented, I believe that Wen Cai will end up seriously injured if he doesn't die, after all, the two of them are not of the same level, one is a rookie who has just entered the foundation, and the other is a super master who can defeat Uncle Jiu, and he will make a judgment.

But it was impossible for this punch to fall again, because at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Wen Cai, directly blocking the powerful punch of the white-pupil zombie.