Rumble!

Zhang Mo directly used his sword to blast the door of the Blue Immortal Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion into pieces, and then walked in cautiously.

A cold gust of wind blew out of the Scripture Pavilion, accompanied by a disgusting smell of corpses.

Whew!

Then a figure suddenly flashed out and rushed straight at Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo did not hesitate to urge the heart sword to slash at the figure, only to hear the sound of gold and iron handover, the figure continued to rush forward without being affected at all.

Zhang Mo, who couldn't dodge, was grabbed by the figure with both hands, and there was a fishy smell from his neck, and the figure actually bit Zhang Mo's neck like an animal.

Choke!

How could Zhang Mo, who possessed the Nine Turns Vajra Skill, be so easily attacked, and after a sharp sound, the figure was pushed away by Zhang Mo.

Only then did Zhang Mo see the true face of the figure clearly, it turned out to be a zombie that exuded a black luster, this zombie was still wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Qing Ying Sect, a pair of eyes exuded a green light, and the two fangs exposed outside were dripping with a series of saliva.

There is a sword mark on the body of this zombie, but although the clothes are torn, the body has not been damaged too much, and it seems that this zombie is not an ordinary zombie.

Whew!

Another roar sounded, and then another zombie appeared in the Scripture Pavilion, and the two zombies spit out bursts of corpse stench in their mouths, and pounced on Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo chuckled, withdrew the heart sword, directly condensed the pure yang power in his body, and then slapped a palm at each of the two zombies, the two zombies immediately let out a terrible scream, and at the same time trembled, there seemed to be a flame burning in the body, burning the two zombies into two charred corpses in an instant.

All this is due to the pure yang power in Zhang Mo's body, what he entered into the body of the two zombies before was his own trace of pure yang power, the power of pure yang can restrain all ghosts and evil things, and zombies are naturally no exception.

"The power of pure yang!" a deep man's voice suddenly sounded, "I actually destroyed the two iron armor corpses of the deity, then the deity will use you to refine a golden armor corpse!"

This voice flickered left and right, Zhang Mo couldn't find out where the other party's body was with a sweep of his divine sense, it seems that this guy is either moving at a very fast speed, or his strength is stronger than himself.

No matter what it is, it's not good news for Zhang Mo.

I didn't expect this Qingying Sect to have a mutation, it seems that the people inside are already more than lucky, but the guy who can kill the Yuanying Monk along with hundreds of disciples in the sect has at least the strength of the Yuanying Late Stage, and may even be a monk in the Divine Refining Period. Zhang Mo secretly speculated in his heart about what had just happened, and the strength of the person who threatened to refine himself into a golden armor corpse.

Zhang Mo raised his hand and sacrificed the ebony wood shield, and the sturdy ebony wood shield began to rotate rapidly under the urging of Zhang Mo's spiritual power, and in an instant, a dark oval light mask was formed on Zhang Mo's periphery, protecting Zhang Mo's entire person tightly.

At the same time, Zhang Mo did not relax, and kept sweeping the surroundings with his divine sense, and at the same time, the heart sword was quietly sacrificed, ready to give the other party a 'meeting gift' at any time.

"Hehe, are you looking for me?" There was a muffled sound from the soles of Zhang Mo's feet, and then a pair of withered hands stretched out from under the dirt and grabbed Zhang Mo's ankles directly.

Zhang Mo only felt that his feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift his feet for a while, so he could only move his mind to urge the heart sword to slash at the pair of withered black hands on his ankles.

Touch!

It's just that at this time, there was a muffled sound on the ebony wood shield, and the other party had already begun to attack.

Zhang Mo's consciousness swept away, and the person standing in front of him turned out to be a middle-aged man with a rather dignified appearance, who was also wearing the costumes of the Qing Ming Sect, but the sleeve robes were embroidered with golden silk threads, and it looked like he should be a figure with a high status in the Qing Ming Sect.

It's just that this person has also been refined into a zombie, with a layer of green light all over his body, and there are inches of green hair on the surface of his body, it seems that he has been refined into the legendary green-haired zombie.

"Haha, this green-haired zombie is refined by the master of the Qingying Sect, the corpse poison of the green-haired zombie is not trivial, of course, your body is so strong, after refining it into a golden armor corpse, it will definitely increase the power of the deity. The voice laughed wildly, as if Zhang Mo was already in his pocket.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Mo saw the head of the Qing Ying Sect spewing out a mouthful of green poisonous mist, and he wrapped himself in it in an instant.

The ground was corroded by the poisonous mist, and the two corpses that had already turned black turned into two green water stains after coming into contact with the green poisonous mist, which showed the fierceness of their poison.

Seeing that Zhang Mo was wrapped in the poisonous mist, the guy who had been hiding in the dark finally appeared, it was an old man wearing a green robe with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, this old man's two triangular eyes were extremely small, and the whole person exuded a ruthless aura, of course, he did not step forward immediately, and stood aside and carefully paid attention to the situation in the poisonous mist.

If Zhang Mo is poisoned and dies, the old man will disperse the poisonous mist as quickly as possible, so that Zhang Mo's body will not be corroded by the poisonous mist, so that he will not be able to refine a strong golden armor corpse.

A blood-red magic circle suddenly lit up on the ground, and then the green mist that wrapped Zhang Mo was instantly sucked away, and then the blood-red mystical runes on Zhang Mo's neck emitted a faint green light.

Poof!poof...... Burst!

Countless dark black poisonous dragon drills shot at the old man from the surface, and the old man who was caught off guard was instantly pierced by the poisonous dragon drill.

It's just that the old man didn't die as he imagined, and there was not a trace of blood flowing out of his body, but his eyes suddenly turned red, and he smiled strangely: "Boy, the deity will make your soul suffer from the torment of corpse fire, and enjoy the taste of not being able to die!"

When!

The poisonous dragon drill that pierced into the body was slowly squeezed out by the old man with his body, Zhang Mo looked at the old man with a solemn face, this old man's body was strange.

"Endless Corpse!"

The old man looked up to the sky and hissed, and a pair of black wings opened out behind him, and at the same time, a black flame instantly attacked Zhang Mo, and all the places he passed were scorched into nothingness, and the space was scorched and distorted.

And when this flame appeared, Zhang Mo felt a burst of panic, and there was a feeling in his heart that if he was burned by this flame, he would be burned into nothingness along with his soul.

After the thunderclap sounded, the Kunpeng wings behind Zhang Mo unfurled, and the whole person soared into the air, avoiding the black flames of the old man.

It's just that the black flame rolled upside down as if it had penetrated human nature, licking the soles of Zhang Mo's feet in an instant.

Laugh at!

Zhang Mo only felt a piercing pain coming from the soles of his feet, and with a snort, black flames actually invaded Zhang Mo's body.