"Boom~" A thunderclap sounded, and a white yang thunderbolt fell on the road on the left, with a stupid gait, and was about to rush to the corpse outside the fire. The corpse of the Six Spirits let out a terrible roar and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, not far away, a green-eyed hairless hairy roar tore off an old cultivator's arm, lifted the latter with both hands, and smashed it into an old monk who was rushing towards him.

Then, a thunder thunder sounded in the sky, and the old Taoist priest of the Quanzhen sect Zhining drew a second thunderbolt and hit the top of the bald hairy roar, the latter screamed miserably, quickly retreated backwards, and disappeared into the darkness outside the fire in the blink of an eye.

At this time, when the last corpse was about to retreat, a strong old monk grabbed it with his left hand, formed a fist with his right hand, and directly knocked it back several meters. As soon as the corpse leader's body stabilized, another old monk held a vajra in his hand and stabbed straight into the corpse's chest, and a miserable roar sounded, and there was another zombie of six spirits in the world.

"Children, you just stay here, don't go down, you know?" Lin Xuan's tone was extremely serious, and he explained to the three juniors, and then went downstairs. After a short time, he walked to the main road in front of the house and helped the old cultivator with the broken arm into the house.

On the other hand, on the road on the right, Mao Yuanshan punched a corpse with his bare hands, directly shocking it several feet away. Subsequently, Lai Changsheng, who was silently practicing the technique, pinched the trick with both hands and pointed at the corpse, and a white karmic fire in the sky fell like a meteor, directly incinerating the corpse who was about to rush forward at the time.

Beside these two people, Jueyuan, an old monk of Fahua Temple who was holding a Zen battle, was beaten on the chest of a curly-haired hairy roar, and the hairy roar took two steps back, holding the Zen battle with both hands and staying in place, compared with Jueyuan's strength. This person was full of strength, and after a pause in place, Mao Yuanshan ran directly to Mao Roar's side, and kicked him away a few steps away.

After the resistance disappeared, Jueyuan took advantage of the situation and took two quick steps, holding the Zen battle with both hands and hitting the hairy roar the chest, knocking it back a few more steps.

At the same time, not far from Mao Hao, there were three old Taoist priests in the same clothes surrounding a corpse, all three of whom were holding a half-foot-long copper nail in their hands. Just as the corpse leader was about to retreat, one of the old figures flickered, clutched the copper nail in his hand and stabbed straight into the corpse leader's left knee.

"Roar~" The stiffness of the six spirits let out a miserable roar, and when he was about to retreat, his right knee was pierced by another veteran copper nail. Immediately after that, the third old man went around behind the corpse and directly nailed the copper nail in his hand into the corpse leader's waist vertebrae.

Surrounded by the three of them, the corpse fell straight to the ground like a puppet without strings.

Seeing this scene, Curly Hair Roar raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar, and his footsteps moved quickly, rushing towards an old Taoist priest closest to him. When he was about to die, the former directly lifted the old Taoist priest and threw him into the zombie group outside the fire, and then took a few steps back and also got into the corpse group.

"Second brother~" "Second brother~" Seeing this, the other two old men holding copper nails shouted at the same time, and then rushed towards the corpses outside the fire.

"Two Wang Daoyou, you ......" Lai Changsheng, who wanted to stop the two of them, said here, but the two had been pulled into the corpse by the group of corpses. There was a hint of silence in his eyes, and he lowered his hair and let out a long sigh.

"Amitabha! The three Taoist elders of Wangwu Mountain have a deep brotherhood, and this move is really sad and lamentable. Monk Jueyuan thrust the Zen battle in his hand, fixed it on the ground, and folded his hands together and silently recited the scriptures.

Seeing the tragic death of the three Wangwushan seniors, a trace of sadness rose in Li Ge's heart, clenched his fists and pounded on the wooden railing in front of him, and suddenly a painful feeling came from his arm, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth in pain.

"Are you okay, Li Ge?" Lin Yurou saw that the young man beside him clenched his teeth and turned pale, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I'm fine. Li Ge shook his head, and suddenly noticed that the arm that had been bitten by the zombie seemed to have some strength. He bent his arm uncertainly, and although he could feel a tingling sensation, he was really able to move at this time.

On the main road downstairs, after a fight, the remaining seven old cultivators came together to discuss a few words, and then each walked to the fire, pinched the mantra and performed the spell.

One spell after another was cast, a terrible roar sounded, some of the zombies outside the fire died, and some escaped, and the small mountain village shrouded in night regained its tranquility. After all this was done, the seven of them sat around the two fires.

"Brother Ge, let's go down and find Master and them. Mao 18 saw that the village had returned to calm, and was about to pull Li Ge downstairs.

"Wait, eighteen, the two hairy roars that appeared just now are not dead, with the nature of zombies devouring blood, they should be lurking somewhere, they may appear at any time, we go down now, not only can not help, but will also distract them. ”

Hearing Li Ge's words, Mao Shibai lowered his head and thought about it, and then nodded obediently and said, "I know Brother Ge, then let's stay here and watch." ”

"I'll go down and see the injured senior. Lin Yurou said hello to the two brothers, and then went downstairs.

The two brothers in the attic looked at the fire under the house, and they were talking, and before they knew it, it was the second half of the night, and Lin Yurou returned to the attic with a bench.

The three of them sat quietly on a bench, staring blankly at the fire, the night sky, and the elders, and after a while, there was a trace of sleepiness on their faces. A cool night breeze blew, not only blowing away most of the sleepiness on the three of them, but also blowing the four cultivators who were meditating on the left side of the road to their feet.

As soon as the four of them got together, the two figures rushed towards them from outside the fire, and they were directly entangled together. Seeing the two figures that suddenly appeared, Li Ge's heart suddenly tightened, because they were the two hairy roars that had just escaped.

The three of Lai Laodao on the road on the right looked back, and stood up with a sinking face.

Lai Laodao took a direct step and rushed over first, and on the way, he took out a talisman from the Qiankun bag on his side, and stopped when he was still some distance away from everyone and started to perform the technique.

Monk Jueyuan picked up the Zen battle inserted in the ground and followed closely behind.

Mao Yuanshan didn't move after getting up, but stood in place and stomped his feet, and after a white light mask appeared outside his body, he rushed over quickly.

Just when Jueyuan was about to rush into the crowd, a scream of "ah~" sounded, and the bald hairy roared and punched an old monk in the face.

The old monk's body was like an arrow, and he flew straight to the road in front of Li Ge before falling. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was a blood hole in his shirt, and he supported his body with both hands and wanted to stand up, but as soon as his head was raised, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then the old monk seemed to have lost his strength, and fell heavily to the ground and lost his vitality.

"Senior Brother Juechen!" Jueyuan turned around and shouted to his junior brother, and smashed the Zen battle in his hand directly at the bald hairy head.