The old zombie's movements were very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and its moss-covered hands were already on Nangong Lin's shoulders. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info look at it, it is to choke Nangong Lin's neck and suffocate her to death. At that moment, Nanjian did not hesitate to pounce on the old zombie's back.

Although the old zombie's body exudes a disgusting smell of corpses, at the moment of life and death, Nanjian can't take care of much. He grabbed the old zombie's waist from behind and threw it away, and threw the old zombie out of the gap between the trees on the left more than ten steps away; Nangong Lin was also frightened, but the dress on his shoulders was torn off a large piece by the old zombie's hands like scissors.

Magically controlled zombies are not as tired as living people, they are inanimate, like stones and trees, as long as they have the ability to move them around and control them. Then these trees and stones, like this terrible zombie, will be tireless and durable.

As soon as the old zombie fell to the ground, he suddenly turned over and jumped again. Immediately, it flew towards the two Nanjian again. And at this time, Nanjian thought that it would be okay to throw it to the ground. Holding Nangong Lin's hand and running forward, he didn't expect that the old zombie would fly over from behind him again.

This time it was terrible, the old zombie had already choked Nanjian's neck and threw him to the ground on the spot. So, Nanjian struggled and repeatedly kicked the old zombie's head with his foot. However, it didn't work, and it allowed Nanjian's feet to kick and hit in turn, as if it was not on its head, but on someone else's, and there was no response.

So, Nanjian used the evil sword in his hand to cut off the old zombie's neck, arms, and chest, but it still didn't work. The sharp sword slashed at the corpse of the old zombie, as if it had been slashed on the iron wall of the copper wall, making a clanging sound! Nangong Lin was afraid and anxious on the side, and she found a stone as big as a plate from under a big tree.

She clutched the hard stone tightly in both hands, and hit the old zombie's head more than fifty times, but it never worked, as if it had been smashed on an eraser, and the more force she used, the more force the stone bounced off. Therefore, she was both worried and scared, seeing Nanjian being pinched by the old zombie, she was very distressed, but she was in a hurry, and there was nothing she could do.

In the struggle, Nan Jian was almost faint, but at this moment he suddenly remembered that when he went up to Oolong Mountain, Miao Xiangxiang had told him, and the four masters on Oolong Mountain, Huang Daopo, were deeply versed in the method of controlling corpses. Especially her old zombie, which has been trained for thirty years, is very terrifying, almost invulnerable. However, its fatal weakness is its fear of fire, and as long as it gets a little spark, this thousand-year-old zombie will burn.

In that case, the charm engraved on it by Huang Daopo will also be destroyed by fire. The old zombie's power will be lifted immediately. However, it will be a quarter of an hour now that Nanjian has been choked by the old zombie. Fortunately, his skills are profound, and his internal qi is full, if ordinary people would have suffocated to death.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out the fire fold from his bosom, but, unfortunately, the fire fold had to be blown by mouth before it could burn. However, his throat was choked to death by the old zombie, where did the wind come from to blow this fire fold!

In desperation, Nan Jian could only pin his hopes on Nangong Lin. He opened his bloodshot eyes, his face was full of blue muscles, and he looked at Nangong Lin, who was hitting the head of the old zombie with a stone. Unexpectedly, Nangong Lin only thought that he was about to die by the old zombie, and looked at her before he died, so as to express his feelings of farewell!

Therefore, Nangong Lin was so frightened that she cried, tears flowed down, and the stone she was holding in her hand hit the old zombie's head even harder. One time...... Double-click...... Three times ...... Although she is exhausted now, she still hasn't given up hope!

Nan Jian's mind became more and more blurred, but his last line of consciousness told him to hand over the fire fold in his hand to Nangong Lin as soon as possible, and let her ignite it as soon as possible, burn the old zombie, and lift Huang Daopo's corpse control method. As a last resort, he had to stop using his hands and tried to peel off the old zombie's hands, but he simply let the old zombie choke his neck. Straightened up, lifted the fire fold, and stretched it out in front of Nangong Lin.

This time, Nangong Lin finally understood what Nan Jian meant, "Burn it with fire!" She took the fire fold in Nan Jian's hand and shouted excitedly. Nanjian couldn't nod, so he had to wink at him, and his eyes were about to burst out by the old zombie.

Nangong Lin immediately followed his instructions and began to blow the fire fold, preparing to burn the old zombie. Unexpectedly, the old zombie was very sensitive to fire, and as soon as it smelled the smell of burning, one of its powerful big feet kicked out towards Nangong Lin's hand, which had already been blown into flames, but it didn't have time to break the fire on the old zombie's clothes.

Seeing that the fire fold with the spark of the stars crossed the sky and floated into the distance, Nanjian's heart was completely half cold. When he was dying, he said in his heart: "It's over, this time it's really over, I really didn't expect that after fighting all my life, I would eventually be strangled to death by an old zombie with magic!"

Nangong Lin's eyes also widened, her last glimmer of hope was also shattered, she thought: "If Nan Lang dies, I won't be alive!" She can no longer lift the stone now, the last time she lifted the stone in her hand to her chest, the whole person was faint because of excessive fear, nervousness and fatigue.

As a result, her body fell straight back, and the stone in her hand fell off her hand. And this old zombie is a captured general of a distant dynasty, and when Huang Daopo found this dried corpse, it still had a pair of cast iron shackles on its feet. So, Huang Daopo smashed the iron chain that connected the shackles with a stone, but the cast iron shackles were always worn on the ankles of the old zombies. And the stone as big as a plate that fell from Nangong Lin's hand just now happened to hit the shackles on the right side of the old zombie.

With a bang, the fire splashed everywhere, and the old zombie was covered in corpse oil, which was sensitive to phosphorus fire, and it would burn when it saw fire. With a bang, a raging fire enveloped the old zombie, and immediately, the magic on the old zombie was automatically lifted.

Nan Jian suddenly felt a relaxation in his throat, hurriedly took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and gradually woke up, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the old zombie was bent over, burning in the sky above him, Nan Jian was taken aback. With one kick, he kicked the old zombie with a raging fire out of the way.

By the time he got up, it was already dark, the moon was hanging in the sky, and the fire of the old zombies in the forest was already brightly lit. At this time, Nangong Lin seemed to be dead, and she fell to the ground calmly, motionless. Nan Jian hurriedly ran over and leaned over to pick up Nangong Lin, who had fallen to the ground.

After all, she was overtired and temporarily fainted, and as soon as Nan Jian moved her, her body immediately reacted. There was a convulsion, and then she slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw that she was being held in Nan Jian's arms, she couldn't help but cry out excitedly: "Brother Nan, I saw Sister Miao just now, she told us not to be sad, she is going to a distant place, it is very beautiful, there are many relatives and friends of her, she let us not worry about her!"

Nanjian held her in his arms and listened quietly as he walked out of the woods along the path, and at that moment, he did not say anything, and his bronzed face was blurred with salty tears.

As they walked out of the woods, they saw a burning fire in a courtyard at the foot of a distant hill, jumping up to the roof. Nan Jian stared at the raging fire in the distance, and said coldly:

"Damn corpse woman, it turns out that your altar is in this courtyard!"