Chapter Ninety-Five: Fierce Battle Zombie King!

When the white belly of the fish gradually rose in the sky, the spiritual power in Feng Wanli's body was basically exhausted.

Looking at the zombie mutilation scattered all over the ground, Feng Wanli couldn't help but smile slightly: "Great harvest!"

"Humph!"

With a heavy cold sound, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance.

Feng Wan's color sank, and he hurriedly beckoned to Xiao Yu floating in mid-air, and then felt an invisible energy lift himself up and landed steadily on a sunflower branch.

"You're hiding, too!"

Feng Wanli glanced at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu glanced at it and understood it, and with a slight shake of her body, she disappeared in an instant like a moon in water.

As a person and a ghost hidden, the footsteps in the distance became clearer and clearer, one black and one white, and two figures slowly walked up.

Looking at the faces of the two, Feng Wanli's eyes froze, and he was amazed in his heart: "How could these two guys appear here?"

It turned out that the two people who appeared here were the last villains in the Zombie Supreme, Shi Jian and his son.

Shi Jian said in a black robe and walked in the front, while Shi Shaojian had an evil face and was wearing a spotless white robe, following closely behind him.

"The Zombie King here was left here by his father decades ago!"

Looking at the coffin of the zombie king at the top of the mountain, Shi Jian's eyes flickered, and he said to Shi Shaojian behind him: "You have now become a corpse demon, and you can no longer walk the path, you can only use the corpse to become a Taoist, condense the corpse pill, and only then can you escape the constraints of the ghost!"

"Daddy!"

Shi Shaojian's face was indignant: "Isn't there a father, are you still afraid that the ghost is not good?"

"What the hell?"

Shi Jian's face froze, and he glared at Shi Shaojian fiercely: "I'm not afraid, if it is a bull head and horse face, the famous soul hooking yin god of the underworld, how dare I stop it?"

Before the words fell, Shi Jian continued: "Therefore, only if you swallow the corpse pill of this zombie king, can you have the opportunity to advance to the zombie king of the Jindan stage at the fastest speed and escape the second catastrophe!"

"There's only one way?"

Shi Shaojian is actually quite satisfied with the status quo, after all, the corpse demon is not old and immortal, of course, the most important thing is the inexhaustible energy, which is what he dreams of, but now his father actually let himself devour the zombie king corpse pill.

Thinking of this, Shi Shaojian couldn't help but protest in his heart, after all, his face is not old now, and his white face has been perfectly preserved, if he swallows the corpse pill, his appearance will definitely not be saved.

"I... ”

Before Shi Shaojian could speak, he was glared back by his father's fierce eyes, so he could only lower his head and follow behind his father.

"Hmph!

Shi Jian snorted coldly, then took out a golden rattle from his waist, raised it to his head, and shook his right hand gently.

"Jingle bells!

An incomparably crisp bell rang continuously.

Listening to the ringing bell, Feng Wanli suddenly felt a feeling of colic in his mind, and he had no choice but to hide in the trunk of the tree, if he moved for a moment, he would definitely attract Shi Jian's attention, and he knew that he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make a sound.

"Woo!

At the same time, there was a sudden eerie whimper at the top of the mountain.

A huge zombie about two meters tall walked out of the purple-black coffin at the top of the mountain.

At this time, the zombie king looked sluggish, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain in a daze, but despite this, layers of rich pitch-black gas enveloped the whole body, often stepping out, all the plants around him withered, and the yellow soil also completely turned black.

"Is this the power of the Jindan stage zombie?"

At this time, there was already a faint orange light in the east, and the morning sun was gradually rising, and with this little afterglow, Feng Wanli completely saw the strength of the zombie king in the Jindan period, and his heart was shocked.

Looking at the zombie king who was getting closer and closer, the corners of Shi Jian's mouth were slightly raised, and the golden bell in his hand did not stop, constantly shaking hard, and the continuous and loud bell sound was like a sharp knife, constantly stabbing at the eyebrows of Feng Wanli.

The pain is constantly getting worse.

"Woo!"

With two whimperes, the Zombie King stopped in front of Shi Jian.

"Hey, hey!"

Looking at the zombie king who stopped in front of him, Shi Jian did not stop the swaying bell, but gathered his mana in his hands, and streams of purple-white thunder and lightning wrapped around his arms.

After cultivating the three-layer Lightning Thunder Fist, looking at Shi Jian's Lightning Thunder Fist at this time, Feng Wanli clearly felt the gap between the two.

The lightning rush fist of the third layer, the condensed arc is only the thickness of a fine hair, while the arc condensed by Shi Jian is like an electric eel, a dragon, constantly swimming in its arms, it looks extremely vivid and powerful.

"Dad, are you going to kill it?"

Looking at the arc on Shi Jian's arms, Shi Shaojian, who was cheating, suddenly let out a questioning sound.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and the zombie king, who was originally stunned, instantly came to his senses, looked at Shi Jian, who was constantly swaying the bell in front of him, and the two arcs of electricity that made him feel threatened, roared, and pounced directly.

"Evil beast!"

Hearing Shi Shaojian's voice, Shi Jian's face turned pale, and when he saw the oncoming zombie king, he couldn't help but scold: "It's not that you don't want to talk!!

But the Zombie King had already descended in front of him, and Shi Jian didn't have time to scold, the arc in his hands that had not yet been fully condensed was thrown out in an instant, and the purple-white thunderbolt dragon instantly fell on the chest of the Zombie King.

"Sting!"

Thunder and lightning are the most restrained evil things, although the lightning rush thunder fist has not yet been fully deployed, but Shi Jian, who is at the peak of Jindan, completely makes up for the hasty casting with advanced cultivation.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

One move fell, and did not crush the zombie king, I saw that it kept roaring, and the zombie coffins all over the mountains kept flying, and one after another jumped corpses and walking corpses jumped out of it, with a fierce face, and rushed towards Shi Jian's father and son.

"Evil obstacles look for death!"

Shi Jian's eyes widened, he scolded angrily, the thunder light on his arms was completely enveloped, the lightning rush thunder fist was fully exerted, and the thunder arcs with the thickness of a palm rushed directly over, and everywhere he passed, all zombies fell to the ground, and if he looked closely, they were all directly penetrated by the electric arc.

At the same time, the zombie king's body staggered up from the ground, his chest was scorched black, and his limbs twitched from time to time, thinking that the injury was not light.

"Come here!"

Seeing the zombie king get up, Shi Jian's left hand continued to shake the bell, and his right hand kept swinging out, and the arcs of electricity continued to take away the zombies' lives.

"This beast isn't going to kill all the zombies!"

Seeing that Shi Jian killed all the zombies, Feng Wanli's face was full of regret, you must know that this is all life energy, if you give it all to yourself, you may not be able to let yourself cultivate directly to the Jindan stage.