Chapter Ninety-Two: Counting the Harvest!

"Huh!"

There was a sudden sound in mid-air, the pitch-black bat paper in mid-air suddenly fell, the white moonlight appeared again, and a kind of zombie that was originally walking towards Uncle Nine also stopped in place.

"Not good!"

Feng Wanli was in a hurry, turned his head and looked at the purple-black coffin behind him, knowing that the zombie king with the strength of this bronze armored corpse would soon recover, so he hurriedly pulled Qiu Sheng Wencai and the others and ran towards the dense forest on the left.

The mountain road is full of zombies, and it is safer to go around from the left.

"It's cold! It's cold!"

At this moment, Wen Cai hugged Qiusheng's neck and directly spit out the coffin fungus in his mouth, constantly patting his face with both hands, and constantly sighing that it was so cold.

"Roar!"

Wen Cai's voice disturbed the zombies below, his face was hideous, and he let out a sharp roar and rushed towards everyone.

The color of the wind changed slightly, you must know that there are many walking corpses in this group of zombies that are comparable to the foundation building monks, even if they are desperate, they may not be able to kill a walking corpse.

"Run!"

Since he had already attracted zombies, Feng Wanli did not hesitate, and directly took out nearly ten fire spell talismans, poured spiritual power into his body, turned into bright red and gorgeous fireballs, and threw them towards a group of zombies.

The fireball condensed by the fourth layer of fire spells fell in the zombie group, and there were bursts of crackling and burning sound of dry wood in an instant, and four system prompts sounded in the ears, proving that the pile of fire spells in the wind was not wasted.

"Knock! knock!"

At the same time, suddenly a heartbeat sounded like a temple bell, the sound was not loud, but it gave the three of them an incomparably powerful sense of depression.

Feng Wanli's sword frowned, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the purple-black coffin in the distance.

As the sound of the knock in the coffin continued to sound, the zombies who were originally chasing also stopped and kept kneeling in the direction of the coffin.

"Why are you still stunned?"

Seeing Qiu Shengwen Cai stunned in place, Feng Wanli hurriedly pulled the arms of the two and ran towards the ninth uncle at the foot of the mountain.

If you want to escape from this group of zombies, you must rely on Uncle Nine.

"Roar!"

A roar like the intersection of gold and iron suddenly sounded, and the zombie king suddenly jumped up from the purple-black coffin, his eyes flashing red.

With the appearance of the Zombie King, all the zombies who knelt on the ground slowly stood up and rushed towards the direction where Feng Wanli was.

The color of the wind changed slightly, compared with ordinary zombies, the speed of the zombie king was extremely fast, and in a few breaths, he had rushed to the back of the three of them, and a cold yin wind was even more bone-chilling.

"Damn it!"

Feng Wanli roared angrily, and directly took out all the fire spells and demon slaying talismans in the bag, and poured nearly a hundred spiritual power threads into the talismans, one by one, and the gray-black talismans smashed directly behind him, and rushed towards the ninth uncle at the foot of the mountain without looking back.

Due to the critical situation, Feng Wanli didn't have time to control the fireball and the attack target of the demon slaying technique, and all of them were thrown behind him, most of the fireballs condensed by the talisman were smashed into a group of zombies, and only a small part fell on the zombie king, but the powerful protective ability of the bronze armored corpse, how can the fireball technique and the demon slaying technique be harmed?

The spells that fell on the zombie king did not have the slightest blocking effect.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wanli didn't have time to think about it, and directly took out the corpse suppression spell in his pocket, and after the spiritual power was instilled, the dark yellow talisman instantly emitted a faint blue light, and it fell lightly on the forehead of the zombie king.

"Roar!"

As the corpse suppression spell touched the zombie king, his body paused slightly, but soon, the corpse suppression curse suddenly burned out of thin air, turning into ashes and fluttering in the wind.

"The Zombie Suppression Spell works!"

Although the time is very short, but after all, it is effective, Feng Wanli simply urged all the corpse suppression spells in his hand, and one after another the blue runes flew towards the center of the zombie king's eyebrows like moths to fire.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or the zombie king has been wise, I saw that his head was slightly sideways, and he actually dodged the corpse suppression curse driven by the wind out of thin air, his face was full of murderous energy, and he pounced on it with a bloody mouth.

The fishy smell came to his face, and the sharp five claws appeared on Feng Wanli's forehead, and his life was in danger.

"Master !!"

Suddenly, Wen Cai's surprise sounded, Feng Wanli's eyes glanced slightly, and he saw that Uncle Nine suddenly appeared on the side of the three of them, his right hand swiped into the void, and a pale yellow talisman condensed out of thin air.

Looking at the talisman in mid-air, Feng Wanli's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the talisman had heavy strokes, which were almost the same as his own corpse suppression spell, just a few more strokes.

And as the Ninth Uncle Talisman drew out, the talisman in mid-air instantly emitted a dazzling blue light, and then turned into a blue light, instantly rushing into the Zombie King's eyebrows.

The zombie king's expression froze, and he suddenly stopped in mid-air, his body motionless.

Uncle Nine hurriedly beckoned to the three of them: "This zombie king is too strong, the corpse suppression curse can't be suppressed for too long, let's go quickly!"

"Woo!"

Qiusheng had a coffin fungus in his mouth and couldn't speak, so he could only whimper constantly, pointing to his mouth while pointing to his mouth to express his meaning.

But now that the situation is critical, how can Uncle Nine have time to pay attention to this, and lead the three of them to rush down the mountain.

"Damn !!"

At the same time, Shi Jian, who was casting a spell, threw the peachwood sword to the ground with all his might, his face full of anger.

Feng Wanli looked at Qiusheng Wencai, who was changing coffin mushrooms back and forth, his face was full of disgust, and he had a shadow on the mushroom ingredients in his heart.

"Let's bring the coffin fungus to your master first!"

Since the coffin fungus is not easy to preserve and needs to be used as soon as possible, Uncle Nine did not delay much, and directly led the three of them to find Shi Jian.

"Big brother!"

Uncle Nine arched his hand towards Shi Jian, and then pointed to Wen Cai, who was holding the coffin fungus behind him, and said, "I have found the coffin fungus!"

Looking at Shi Jian, Wen Cai's face was full of horror, and his hands pulled Qiusheng's shoulders.

Qiusheng struggled slightly, and said, "What are you pulling my clothes for? Quickly return the coffin fungus to Uncle Shi!"

While speaking, Qiusheng also retreated Wencai in front of Shi Jian.

Wen Cai had a coffin fungus in his mouth, his face was full of coldness, his body twitched from time to time, and he came to the front of time.

Shi Jian's face was pale, and he stared at Wencai viciously.

The coffin fungus in his mouth was extremely cold, although Shi Jian was extremely fierce, but the cold in his mouth was even more painful, Wen Cai stepped forward quickly, and kissed his mouth directly, this scene made the wind on the side look at it in his eyes, and his heart was cold.

"Uh-huh!"

Wen Cai shook the saliva at the corner of his mouth, and said with a comfortable face: "It's cool, I finally don't have to hold that ghost thing in my mouth." ”

Seeing this scene, the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth raised slightly, and he stepped forward and arched his hand: "Senior brother, since the coffin fungus has been recovered, then we won't bother!"

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