Roar!

A tyrannical roar echoed in the dark caves, and every moment a terrible scream sounded, representing the blood of a dead zombie.

With a group of people led by the short man joining, the precarious situation was reversed in an instant and the upper hand was gained.

Just when everyone's spirits were high, they suddenly found that their opponents had changed from irrational beasts to orderly armies.

Although it is far from being as flawless as the cooperation of the soldiers in the army, it is infinitely powerful, not afraid of death, and only has the key point of the head, even if it is a fourth-grade martial artist, it is difficult to kill with one blow.

In the field, except for the short man, a third-grade martial artist, there were only seven fourth-grade martial artists, and the rest were fifth, sixth, or seventh.

As the number of casualties mounted, a sense of unease spread, and the situation was once again precarious.

"Could it be that these monsters are following orders?"

The short man was none other than Hou San, and after noticing that something was wrong, he took the lead in staring at several fierce zombies, including Du Xiong, and shouted angrily, "Kill these first!"

Zhu Wuming and several other four-rank martial artists glanced at each other, and swept out together.

It's not that it's kind, but it's very clear that if something happens to Hou San, none of them will want to get out.

Boom Boom!

Eight strong men teamed up to attack one, and Rao was that these zombies were physically strong and incomparable, and they were still beaten apart by surprise.

"Next!"

Finding that the zombie group had not changed, Hou San raised his stick and pointed at the next zombie.

Roar!

A zombie with a foot tall roared and rushed out, and with one claw, he slapped a fourth-grade master away, and rushed straight towards Hou San, who was transformed by Du Xiong!

Boom Boom!

The cooked copper rod smashed down wildly, and smashed dozens of sticks on the zombie in an instant, but what made Hou San's face change wildly was that except for a slight skin injury, it did not cause any effective injuries at all.

Roar!

On the contrary, this zombie seemed to be enraged, roaring and waving its claws, scratching the debut Mars on the cooked copper stick, and forced Hou San, a third-grade master, to retreat!

"Shhh...... That's a lot of strength!"

Hou San exclaimed, instead of retreating, he rushed forward, and the dancing stick rushed up, "I'll entangle it, you guys quickly kill the rest of the monsters!"

Everyone rushed to their targets.

Roar!

The rest of the zombies gathered into a team and fought with Zhu Wuming and other four-grade masters.

Without Hou San, a three-grade master, Zhu Wuming and the others could fight a zombie, but they couldn't stand the zombie group that was swarming and attacking in a military formation.

On the other side, without these top powerhouses, under the attack of zombies, in just a moment, it will become almost a one-sided situation!

"I haven't seen you for just a few months, and you have the ability to resist a third-grade martial artist?"

Lu Chuan saw it clearly and was shocked.

But in his heart, he warned himself that if he became like this for the sake of strength, he would rather die!

On the other hand, it was confirmed that there was something controlling the zombie horde, and it wasn't just any zombie in the field.

Du Xiong is talented, and his actual cultivation was only under the ninth grade, but he could be compared to the ninth grade, and even surpassed the eighth-grade martial artist with a strange power, and he was definitely a fierce man.

Otherwise, Hu Sandao would not have been tempted to take him under his command, an idiot.

Lu Chuan fished him out of the county jail because he also took a fancy to his talent.

Not only that, but he also practiced Lu Chuan's rough breathing method of combining "Crouching Tiger Strength" and "Brute Bear Strength", and seemed to have brought out a lot of his talents.

Under the condition of sufficient resources, in just seven or eight days, he broke through to the eighth grade.

But it's not that you can't see each other for just a few months, and you can compete with the three-rank martial artist!

"Is it because of the corpse poison?"

Lu Chuan's heart beat violently, thinking of the strange growth of his cultivation after he passed out in a coma, he couldn't help but tremble and his scalp was numb.

Roar!

The zombies that Du Xiong turned into roared again and again, completely sweeping and jumping like a beast, a pair of iron claws comparable to divine weapons, and their innate divine power seemed to have been strengthened several times.

Hou San's cooked copper stick, which was obviously not ordinary, was splashed by the sparks he caught, as if it had left countless scratches.

If the price of gaining power is to lose his wisdom or even be controlled, Lu Chuan would rather die.

What is left in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, and the ants are still stealing, all stand aside!

Tick!

Just as he was thinking about it, the strange flute sound reappeared, straight into his heart, making his heart beat like a drum, and his killing intent filled his heart.

His instinct told him that even a puncture of his eardrum would not help.

"This voice does not control the human body, but this strange corpse poison!"

Lu Chuan's control of his body was far beyond ordinary people, and he clearly felt that the corpse poison hidden in his body like maggots on the tarsal bones constantly stimulated his body, further affecting his mind, and coercing him to obey the instructions of his voice.

Gradually, whether it is pinching the flesh on the body or biting the tip of the tongue, it is not very effective.

Lu Chuan only felt that his eyes were blood-red, and the qi and blood in his body were extremely manic, and it seemed that there was no killing in order to vent the depression in his heart.

Moreover, the unpleasantness experienced in the past has been magnified countless times at this time, constantly flashing in my mind, stimulating my mind and senses!

Moo!

When Lu Chuan was once again unsupported and almost subservient, there was a strange roar like Hong Zhong Da Lu from heaven and earth, which was refreshing!

This cry is like a natural enemy of the flute, and it can actually play a suppressive role, freeing Lu Chuan from the boundless killing.

"If it goes on like this, I'm ......"

Lu Chuan's face was difficult to see, licked the corners of his chapped lips, and looked around with palpitations.

Just now, he almost picked up a severed arm and gnawed on it!

His intuition told him that if he really spoke, he would probably be difficult to turn back.

This bloodthirsty mania, like drug addiction, will haunt you for a lifetime, and you will never end it until you go to hell.

Under such circumstances, Lu Chuan didn't dare to knock himself out, for fear that in a coma, he would still be controlled by the sound of the flute and do something he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Ah......h

At this moment, after a fourth-grade martial artist was injured, he didn't have time to retreat, and before the rest could react, he was torn alive by two zombies!

The death and injury of the fourth-rank martial artists seemed to be an ominous sign, so that the team, which could not support it for long, showed signs of collapse almost instantly.

"You can't sit still, or you'll die!"

Lu Chuan's face was grim, knowing that if the zombies won, in the end, no matter whether they were living or dead, they would not escape the fate of being devoured after all.

Bang!

The cave shook suddenly, and several boulders the size of a house landed from the top of the cave for no reason, and coincidentally smashed two zombies underneath.

"Trap!"

Lu Chuan's eyes froze, and then he realized that among the people brought out by Hou San, there was a familiar figure, which was Gong Yitong.

Xu was too confused before, and his appearance had changed so much that he didn't recognize it.

This master of the Martial Alliance organ, under the guard of several masters, I don't know what means he used, he was able to preliminarily control the mechanism here, and used it to deal with zombies.

"Bring them here!"

Gong Tong shouted loudly, pointing to the left, more than ten feet away from Lu Chuan.

"Although it works to use the mechanism to deal with zombies, since it is controlled by that flute, someone must be secretly manipulating all this, and it may not be fooled!"

Lu Chuan glanced at it quickly, but did not find Murong Wei's shadow, and could not determine what kind of mechanism it was, the size of the power or the coverage, so he immediately used both hands and feet, wanting to stay away from it.

Roar!

Hou San and the others retreated while fighting, and at the same time ordered everyone to move to this side, which really attracted the zombie group to surround them.

"They can't hear the flute, and the people in the shadows don't want to expose their presence?"

I can't help Lu Chuan not have such doubts.

Whether it's zombies, or the means of control, it's too incredible.

Once it spreads, it will immediately become a public enemy, and even if it is hidden deep, it will eventually be dug up.

What's more, there are not only loose cultivators here, but also masters of the imperial court, and even the martial arts alliance that even the imperial court is afraid of, and the forces are intertwined!

Roar!

But Lu Chuan was still keenly aware that the zombie group did not all come closer, but when everyone moved, they raided at any cost and separated some people.

And this part of the people, who are immortal, are moving towards the location of the landing river, and eventually turning this place into a battlefield.

Lu Chuan didn't want to be exposed at this time, so he had to be anxious, and while controlling his bloodthirsty desires, he looked for an opportunity to get out.

Bang!

At this moment, the sky collapsed, and in the thunderous roar, a radius of dozens of zhang suddenly cracked, and the mechanism was suddenly within the range of Lu Chuan as the center.

"Dog Day Loses ......"

Lu Chuan scolded, but was choked back into his stomach by the sand and stones, waving his limbs in vain, and falling down with everyone or zombies.

"The Divine Ape Opens the Mountain!"

In a trance, I heard Hou San's angry roar, and in the roar, a huge body fell in response, and it was the zombie that Du Xiong turned into was smashed into the pit.

"Let's go!"

Most of the zombies fell into the trap, and the rest dared to stop, without commanding, and rushed towards the passage.

Puff puff puff!

I don't know how long it took to fall, Lu Chuan smashed on the water, and the violent impact almost didn't shatter the internal organs, only to find that it was an underground river.

The turbulent water made Lu Chuan only drift with the current, and he couldn't control it several times and crashed on the reef, and finally passed out.

When I woke up again, I found that I was already in the mountains and forests, and I had unconsciously walked an unknown mountain road.

To be exact, controlled by a strange flute!

Lu Chuan was cold, struggling to regain control of his body, holding his breath and observing his surroundings, and soon noticed that seven or eight zombies were moving in the same direction.

Looking back, the Wuding River was faintly visible in the morning light, dozens of miles away.

In other words, the dark river that fell from the trap last night actually floated out at least hundreds of miles, and then came out of the Wuding River.

The injuries were strangely healed again, but the signs of ossification were becoming more and more obvious, especially the teeth and nails, which were almost like wild beasts.

was able to survive, most likely because of this weird corpse poison!

"Are They Called, or Are They ......"

After hesitating for a long time, Lu Chuan gritted his teeth and followed.

After walking for a hundred and ten miles, I heard the strange flute sound in my ears again, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

In particular, the feeling of uncontrollable body seems to have become a little stronger.

Just as Lu Chuan was about to leave, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and in the distance, there were two figures facing each other on the mountain peaks on the ground!

The zombies in the forest spun around like headless flies.