After the rain and the sky cleared on this day, the air was very fresh, and the Terran tribe never thought that today would be the day when they lost their lives.

The alchemist has been carrying out the trials of forbidden art in that cave for these days, and in the face of his dead apprentices, his heart is angry and excited, and no matter what, he wants to bring them back to life.

In the cave these days, the alchemist lit a bonfire every day, burning some incense that can emit a foul smell, it is said that this phase can arouse the corpse qi of the whole world, and the most indispensable thing for the living dead is this gas, which will slowly condense in the body of the dead corpse until it reaches a peak, and a large amount of organic matter will be produced, and these organic matter will slowly meet each dead tissue of the corpse and fuse, slowly blooming with vitality.

But this alone is not enough, the alchemist will dance every day, and this dance only attracts the supreme yin qi in this world, this gas is different from corpse qi, this gas is often found in hell, that is, the underworld, his purpose is to summon the wrath of the remnants of the disciples in the underworld.

In this way, a long time passed, and finally there was some improvement, and suddenly the alchemist felt that his apprentices were slow, and there was some sound of his heart beating, which made him very excited.

"Great, I didn't expect this forbidden technique to make me successful, and then it was the most difficult aspect, how to make you able to shuttle through the scorching sun. "The alchemist secretly made up his mind that he must sacrifice those people from the Terran tribe with blood, the souls of his apprentices, and the heads of those who must take the keys of Elomon.

The first thing is to refine a pair of King Kong bronze armor, but this material also needs to be taken outside, so this matter can only be done at night, and the alchemist does not dare to go out of the cave during the day, because during the period of refining the forbidden art, his physical strength has been consumed a lot, so he does not dare to go out alone, he is really afraid of encountering any danger, if that is the case, everything will be wasted.

Therefore, the alchemist will only act at night, but every night when he acts, he will bring the living corpse he has refined to protect himself, and this day he suddenly sprouted an interest, that is, he wanted to try the power of the living corpse, so he secretly infiltrated the human tribe at night.

At that time, the Terran tribe thought that the alchemist had been completely eradicated, so it was indeed a little lax in patrolling, and the alchemist took this opportunity to send out a living corpse, and soon he found a target, an old man, and this old man has been wandering around since that night, as if he couldn't find a home.

Seeing this, the alchemist smiled darkly and obscenely, "It's finally time for me to test the power of the living corpse." ”

Just when this old man, who had not yet noticed any danger, suddenly felt that his neck was firmly choked by something, and his breathing became a little short, and when he turned around and saw something behind him, his legs were indeed unstable.

He wanted to shout for help loudly, but the thing behind him suddenly covered his mouth so that he couldn't make any sound, and then the food behind him continued to absorb his essence until the blood and essence in his body were completely sucked up, and gradually turned into a shriveled corpse.

And the alchemist was very happy to see such a situation, he kept rubbing his palms softly, getting up for the coming day of the future, and then in the past few nights, he began to constantly take some demonic beasts as the target of invasion, and after the performance, he did not forget to look for some materials for refining armor.

Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and the vajra armor was successfully refined, and then, the alchemy technique was to place a pair of bronze masks on the faces of those living corpses.

"Hehe, this time you will definitely die, don't sacrifice my disciples with your lives, you forced them to be like this, if you want to blame yourself!" As he spoke, the alchemist's eyes flashed with a cold light, revealing a dark expression.

This day is a very important moment for the Terran tribe, not long ago, they fought a great victory, in the face of countless demons and monsters, Yeromen led them, broke through the defense line of demons and monsters, and completely crushed them.

And Yeromen Key is actually just a small and successful cultivator, and these human tribes have a life-saving grace for him, so he will do whatever it takes to bring his life-saving benefactors to the road of glory, which is his mission in the second half of his life.

And in the dark corner, the alchemist who secretly visited showed a very strange expression, at this moment, he felt that his head was about to explode, saw the so-called enemies, saw the smiles on the faces of those enemies, he couldn't help but be disgusted, he secretly clenched his fists, showed a frightened look, and whispered: "Hmph, let you live for a while longer, tonight, is your death." ”

Yeromen Key led the Terran tribe to win one battle after another, the place of the Terran tribe is getting bigger and bigger, and the whole team is constantly expanding, it is a quite tenacious army, all of them are alive and well, even women are very brave in battle.

Yeromen looked at the smiling faces of those tribes, and also felt very relieved, because he did it, then these life-saving benefactors were happy, which was what he wanted to do the most, and this night should have been regarded as a celebration feast, and everyone lit a blazing bonfire to welcome the news of victory.

Unexpectedly, the alchemists had already calculated their time, sent the living corpses to make traps around, and waited for the people of these tribes to set up.

At this time, the alchemist can only be described as psychopathic, and in his heart, he has demonstrated countless times, those people struggle and cry in the face of the fear of death, but every time he thinks of such a situation, his heart can be described as very happy.

Just when everyone was singing and dancing, disaster befell here, and I saw a few black shadows quickly rushing out of the surrounding grass, and their claws continued to stretch out to the young girls in front of them, who had just won the battle.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the people began to panic, just laughing and laughing, but then they scattered in all directions, mixed with the sound of chaotic shouting.

Yeromen Key was also surprised to see these black figures, because he had never seen such powerful zombies, these zombies greedily absorbed, these blood and essence of the human race, in less than a moment, turned into a shriveled corpse, lying on the ground, blown by the wind, and some powder began to scatter from the body.

"Run, run, run, this is a thousand-year-old zombie, run. Elomonkey shouted loudly, and people were now even more panicked, because they had never seen anything before, the so-called zombies.

While running, the people also grabbed the weapons in their hands, trying to fight to the death with each other.

"Don't attack, run quickly, they will suck it, the essence and blood in your body, we are no match for them at all. But by the time Jeromonkey had said this, it was already too late, and most of the people had been completely reduced to a shriveled corpse, and had fallen to the ground, to be trampled on.

For a while, it was originally a huge tribe, but now there are only a few young boys and girls left, and they are still running away in a panic.

This scene is indeed that Yeromen was angry to a certain extent, the spiritual power in his hand turned, and he came out in a rage, and hit the living corpse who walked over to him with one palm, only to hear a jump, and the living corpse just slowly retreated and progressed, and there was no big problem at all.

"This is impossible, I used all my strength with the palm just now, how could it be?" Yeromen Key was also a little surprised, he kept retreating, because he had never seen such a powerful zombie like this, with his own cultivation was not an opponent at all, how could so many zombies appear out of thin air?

Just when Elomonkey was still suspicious, he saw a figure slowly walk out of the woods over there, limping slowly towards him.

Looking at it, Yeromen Key was obviously a little panicked, "You, you didn't die, how is this possible? Could it be that you killed those demonic beasts at that time?"

"Haha, you guessed right, those demonic beasts did die at the hands of my alchemist, I can only blame you for being too careless, God really has eyes, I will send you to Huangquan today." ”

"Ahem, these zombies are all refined by you?" Yeromen Spoon obviously had a skeptical tone when he said this, because he had never felt that an alchemist had such an ability to refine zombies.

"Haha, yes, you're right, these living corpses are my apprentices, you killed them with your own hands, I said, they are just innocent, they want to kill or chop, and they came at me, but at that time, you killed the killer, so I had to resurrect them and bring them back to life in this world with a new attitude, the purpose is to kill you. ”

"What? You actually use forbidden art to refine zombies, you, too hateful, too hateful, really, I am really careless, at what time will I completely kill you?"

"Hmph, it's too late for you to say this, goodbye. After the alchemist finished speaking, he saw that the living corpses pounced on the Yeromen Key one by one, grabbed the neck of the Yeromen Key with both hands, and continued to suck the blood and essence in his body, and after a while, the Yeromen Key turned into a shriveled corpse and died completely.