Three days later, in front of the Tianhanmen Mountain Gate, all the disciples of the three sects of the righteous path were assembled.

After the discussion of the high-level leaders of the three major sects, it was decided that this time the encirclement and suppression of zombies would be divided into four ways and each would march separately.

Starting from Tianhanmen, the Taoist sect advanced to the south, the Yuhua Pavilion advanced to the north, the Great Chan Temple advanced to the east, and some local immortal cultivation sects in Youzhou advanced to the south.

In fact, this strategy of dividing troops is not safe, but as far as the current situation in Youzhou is concerned, if you act together, the speed will undoubtedly be much slower.

Moreover, all cases act together, mutual suspicion, personnel are not easy to deploy, and it is easy to cause contradictions.

Therefore, after discussions at the top level, it was finally decided to adopt the strategy of dividing the troops.

Qin Yi and the corpses in the south that they cleaned up this time, the south was the most seriously infested area of corpses, as the first sect of the righteous path, they took it upon themselves and went directly here.

Along the way, they encountered basically some low-level human corpses.

As soon as those corpses appeared, they were instantly strangled by the fierce flying swords of the disciples of Qingtian Peak, and Qin Yi didn't have a chance to make a move at all.

He hung at the back of the line, and he didn't have the slightest interest in wanting to do it.

For him, these corpses are too weak to withstand his punch at all, so he won't be in the limelight.

Dao Xuan didn't make a move along the way, his target was only the heavenly corpse, not to mention the human corpse, even if the earth corpse appeared, he would not have the slightest interest.

As long as the heavenly corpse does not appear, he will not make a move.

However, his divine sense swept towards Qin Yi as if he were nothing, and it was obvious that Yinchen asked him to take care of Qin Yi's affairs, although he didn't say it, but he took it to heart.

Nanfeng City was originally a city of cultivating immortals, and various gatherings of cultivating immortals would be held from time to time, so the crowds in Pingli were dense, and it could be regarded as noisy.

However, since these years, because of the outbreak of corpses, Nanfeng City has not been spared.

At first, only a few corpses broke into the city, causing some movement, and were quickly killed by the city's guards.

This kind of corpse transformation is normal in the immortal cultivation world, as long as it is some grave place, if the evil qi is too heavy, it will cause corpse transformation.

Therefore, although the few human corpses that broke into the city attracted the attention of some people, they did not cause much movement, and the matter quickly calmed down.

But then, something scared them happened......

The destruction of these corpses was like a fuse, and a large number of corpses appeared outside the city.

One by one, the pale faces of the human corpses were wandering around outside the city, surrounding the entire Nanfeng City impenetrable!

The monks in the city immediately became nervous, and the city lord's mansion also shook.

The city lord He Wang led the city guards to the city wall and quickly organized a protective net.

Looking at the endless corpses under the city, He Wang's eyes showed a look of horror.

The dense zombies gathered more and more, but when these corpses reached the city, they stopped advancing and did not directly attack.

Although they were sluggish, they kept moving in unison, as if they were waiting for something.

Falling on the West Mountain, the sky is covered with a shadow.

The jackdaw roared, a screaming roar sounded in the air, hoarse, sharp!

Hearing this roar, the corpses instantly became agitated, and their mouths made a ho-ho sound.

A black light streaked across the sky and finally stopped in front of everyone's eyes.

This is the appearance of an emaciated old man, his face is pale and bloodless.

His eyes were cloudy, but they flashed with devouring ferocity, and a brutal, bloodthirsty breath came out.

The green tendons on his arms swelled, as if they might burst at any moment.

He floated silently in mid-air, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but a heavy coercion quickly spread.

Under Nanfeng City, those corpses knelt down one after another, worshipping the shadow in the air.

"Heavenly ...... Heavenly corpse!" He Wang lost his voice and was shocked.

His pupils dilated, almost burst, and his face was full of disbelief, "What...... How can there be a heavenly corpse?"

When the monks behind him heard He Wang's words, they all panicked.

If it's an ordinary human corpse, a ground corpse, they still have a way to deal with it.

But standing there was a heavenly corpse, and no matter how many of them were, they would be sent to death!

You must know that the Heavenly Corpse is comparable to the power of the Secret Realm, and even the horror of a Heavenly Corpse is far greater than that of the Secret Monk.

Among them, the highest realm is He Wang, but he is only returning to the upper realm, and he is far from the secluded, and he can't touch the threshold yet!

Looking at the gradually moving corpses under the city, the monks in the city revealed their desperate looks.

"Kill...... Kill...... Enter...... Go to ......"

In mid-air, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the heavenly corpse, and a voice came out of his mouth that was not yet proficient.

It's intermittent, but it's really human language.

The Heavenly Corpse already has its own sanity, and if it can practice for hundreds of years, it can even be no different from ordinary people, let alone speak human words.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-"

Receiving the order of the Heavenly Corpse, the corpses under the city let out an excited roar and began to rush towards the city wall.

On the tower of the city, everyone was stunned and numb, and the appearance of the heavenly corpse was too great a blow to their psychology.

Even when the zombies under the city had already climbed the tower, no one reacted.

"Bastard, what are you thinking?" He Wang slashed a human corpse with a sword and roared at everyone, "Don't you want to live?!"

"Once these zombies enter the city, none of us will survive!"

"Do you still expect to make peace with them?

“......”

Indeed, it is completely impossible for these zombies to make peace with them, and when the time comes, I am afraid that these people will also be infected and become a zombie in the corpse group.

Everyone woke up one after another, hurriedly picked up weapons, and cut down the zombies on the city wall.

However, as soon as a batch was cut down, another batch of zombies made up for it, and they rushed to the city wall without fear of death.

Under the city, the corpses were like a tide, constantly rushing towards the ancient city wall.

In the air, the Heavenly Corpse God is indifferent,

Even though the corpses were suffering casualties, he still didn't make the slightest move.

For these corpses to evolve into ground corpses, they need to constantly fight and conquer.

Only by drinking blood can they stimulate their inner potential and allow them to continue to evolve.

Zombies are a group of people who don't care how much their companions sacrifice.

In their hearts, only continuous evolution is the ultimate pursuit.

On the tower of the city, one spell after another bombarded down and exploded in the corpses.

Severed arms and stumps flew and blood spilled all over the ground, staining the land a dark red.

The smell of blood fills people's minds all the time, stimulating them to constantly wield the weapons in their hands.

Screams rang out in the crowd, as a human monk had been bitten by a zombie.

gurgling –

The sound of drinking blood is particularly clear to hear on the battlefield, making people feel a tingling sensation.

He Wang's face was covered with blood, both enemies and his own.

He watched the battle on the castle tower sadly, his eyes full of despair.

There are fewer and fewer human monks, and more and more zombies are killed, and there is no hope at all!

The heavenly corpse in the air hadn't even moved yet, and they were already like this.

He knew that Nanfeng City was over!

One corpse after another collapsed, and before they died, there was despair and fear in their eyes.

In the face of such an endless crowd of corpses, who can not be afraid and not despair?

At night, the walls of Nanfeng City were completely stained red with blood, and corpses were everywhere.

He Wang roared, looked at the heavenly corpse in mid-air fiercely, and roared angrily, "Miscellaneous people, even if you die, Lao Tzu will have to pull a few cushions!"

In his body, the spiritual power instantly rioted and operated violently.

An astonishing force quickly coalesced within him, exuding a palpitating aura.

His body was getting brighter, and it was getting brighter and brighter!

In the dark night, he is like a shining sun, illuminating a hundred miles in a radius.

Now, he has no hope in sight.

Nanfeng City, ruined.

With his strength, he has no power to return to heaven at all.

Therefore, he chose to detonate the spiritual sea, even if it can't be recovered, he has to make these zombies pay a terrible price!

A photogenic monk who has returned to the Yuan detonates himself, and its power is no less than the full force of a monk who has passed through the Netherworld!

Once he successfully blew himself up in the crowd of corpses, he would definitely deal a terrifying devastating blow to these zombies.

In the air, the Heavenly Corpse's eyes were cold, flashing with a strange light, and the corners of his mouth showed a mocking smile.

Swish!

There was a soft thud, and his shadow distorted, then faded.

He Wangqian, the space fluctuated slightly, and then a dry finger stretched out and lightly tapped on his abdomen.

His pupils narrowed, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The shadow of the celestial corpse slowly emerged, and then gently withdrew his fingers.

Rumble!

He Wang's spiritual power in his body exploded, and his body quickly dried up

When I went down, wrinkles appeared on my face and gray hair grew on my head.

His spiritual sea...... Ruined!

For monks, the spiritual sea is something more important than life.

If the spiritual sea is shattered, it is equivalent to the monk's cultivation being completely destroyed and reduced to a mortal.

For monks, the loss of cultivation is more painful than death.

Hmmm-

In just one breath, He Wang changed from a middle-aged man to an old man with gray hair and was about to die.

Without cultivation, he would be no different from a mortal, and he would also need to experience mortal birth, old age, sickness and death.

His eyes became extremely cloudy, without the slightest look.

Raising his arm, he looked at his withered skin like chicken skin, and infinite fear rose in his heart.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

He roared, wanted to roar, wanted to vent, however, a few old teeth fell to the ground, and only a faint sound could be made.

The heavenly corpse's eyes were indifferent, looking at He Wang, and said lightly, "Die!"

As he spoke, he pointed and pointed at He Wang's eyebrows.

A bright red blood hole emerged, and hot blood continued to gush out of the blood hole, soaking down his ravines and cheeks.

He Wang smiled, with a hint of relief on his face, and closed his eyes.

For him, it is better to die than to live for a long time.

Sometimes, death is also a relief!