Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Finally all the devils have been dealt with!"

The nuns raised their hands and put their hands on their foreheads and shoulders, lowered their heads and closed their eyes while holding the cross and praying silently.

"Everyone, let's go quickly..."

He covered his left shoulder with an eyebrow and looked solemn.

In the distance, He Cheng lowered his head and came slowly.

Low-profile, narrow-minded, with a string of hats perched on one brow.

"He is a zombie. If he doesn't run, no one can run away!"

Feeling the rapid flow of blood in his body, he walked out of the church with a straight eyebrow and a pale face, quietly waiting for the black figure walking this way.

"It's not really a zombie, is it?"

Taoist Yimei is in a small town and has a good reputation in eight villages. He just failed to catch a zombie once. It is impossible to accuse him of being a zombie in order to frame the "messenger of God".

The small church, which had been cheerful for only a few seconds, fell into silence again. The villagers cannot make a decision and can only wait and see.

Only the lanterns and candles of the chapel were lit around. The cold wind blew out two of them, causing a commotion among the crowd.

He Cheng walked slowly, and the increasingly dimmed lights could not illuminate his face clearly, leaving him looking only in darkness.

Looking at the black figure, he raised an eyebrow and his left arm was dripping with blood. He held a sword in his right hand and pointed it at He Cheng.

His face was pale, but his momentum had not diminished.

No one said much, and the two of them rushed away!

The black clouds covering the top of the head were getting lower and lower, and there seemed to be wild wolves howling in the fields in the distance, and their whines penetrated people.

The Yimei Taoist who rushed towards He Cheng ran very fast, but he held the magic formula in his hand. When he was still three feet away from He Cheng, he moved and turned around, forming a circle around him.

His steps were magical. Even though He Cheng was faster than him, he could only catch a strand of Yi Mei's clothes when he raised his hand, creating a trail of wind.

"Array?"

His eyes seemed to be covered by someone, and it was pitch black.

There is a winding path at your feet, and there is no trace of the church in the distance.

There were paths in front, back, left and right, but He Cheng stopped.

Just as he paused his feet, a cold light suddenly shot up from a path, baring its fangs like a snake with a "chi" sound, and went straight to He Cheng's neck!

He Cheng advanced instead of retreating, opened his arms in the face of the cold light and smashed it. The cold light hit his fist, it broke and was swallowed by the darkness.

The trail is still there, and Yimei is still hiding somewhere.

"It seems that high-level people are difficult to deal with even if they are seriously injured." He had no regrets. He only regretted not taking action when he saw Taoist Yimei being seriously injured!

The whistling wind picked up again, and there seemed to be hundreds of ghost figures floating in the darkness.

"The ability to enslave ghosts? Come and fill my stomach!"

He loves to eat ghosts, and he can eat two of them in one bite if he is extremely hungry!

The two strong men with their cow heads on their heads looked down at He Cheng and yelled "moo".

"His" is the sound of a horse.

The man with the horse's head is holding the rope in his hand. What's under his feet is a skinny kid, and the green light on his shoulder is the evil ghost tied to the rope.

Bull-headed horse noodles!

Roar!

He Cheng's chest rose and fell obviously. He had long since lost all physiological functions and was just like a dead body. Naturally, he didn't need to breathe.

What gathered in the chest was corpse energy.

Then he opened his mouth wide and roared, and powerful murderous intent came out.

The corpse aura was as strong as raindrops, sweeping over the body of the bull-headed horse face.

There is a saying: The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.

Good can defeat evil, but evil may not be able to defeat good, just like pouring more water to extinguish fire, and adding too much fire will dry up the water.

The bull-headed horse-faced product was a defective product, and the corpse aura immediately disappeared when it hit him.

Thump thump thump!

The Yimei Taoist figure who was running in circles around He Cheng was given a false push and took four or five steps back.

"It's broken!" As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired fist had already hit his head!

He didn't expect that He Cheng would use corpse energy to force him back.

Taoist Yimei raised his right hand and said: "Go!"

Another cold light came over, but this cold light was several times more fierce than before. From a distance, it looked like a small star shining in the dark night!

With a sneer, the charging He Cheng was hit in the middle, and the skin and flesh of his right fist exploded, with bones underneath the stiff flesh!

"What a vicious money sword!"

He had never fought against such a master. Apart from accidentally killing Wu Zhenren, the last time he had just had a head-on fight with the lame Taoist transformed from Maoshan Mingshi Zhu Youshu.

Unlike Western zombie barons, Taoist priests are the nemesis of zombies. Taoist priests with low cultivation levels can rely on mahogany swords, eggs, black dog blood, etc. to fight against zombies. There is no reason why those with higher cultivation levels cannot hurt lower level ones.

He Cheng didn't expect that even a serious injury to his eyebrows wouldn't make him any less advantageous.

The money sword spun in the air, made an arc and shot towards him again!

Taoist Yimei took another step forward. Even though his face was pale, his vitality was weak, and he was top-heavy, he could not delay his fight against the enemy.

Behind them were two villagers who didn't dare to fall down with one eyebrow, so they could only hold on with two breaths.

After a few hisses, He Cheng's flesh was like a rotten cloth bag, riddled with punctures. He Cheng raised his fist and hit the peak of the Money Sword. The flesh of his right fist had been shaved clean. The bones of his fist hit the Money Sword, like a stick hitting a red iron, and it was instantly charred. The money sword was also smashed and inserted into the pit.

He Cheng did not dare to delay his feet, and the soles of his feet were buried like explosive rocks. Two earth pits exploded with a roar, and his head hit Yimei!

When Yi Mei saw He Cheng coming, he stepped across the ground, but the soles of his feet were still on the ground. When He Cheng collided with him, he exerted force on his heels and stood up straight!

Up and down, the bullet buried in the body twisted, feeling hot and painful!

Bai Ya frowned and turned around, only to see a fleshless bone fist coming towards him.

He jumped away in shock, but was also punched into the wound on his left shoulder. "Wow!" He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

But the money sword emerged from the soil, shaken off the dirt on its body, and pierced He Cheng's heart with his eyebrows.

A meal of corpse energy is released!

The experience is reduced.

He Cheng had a stiff face and grabbed the money sword as if he were holding a hot iron. He stiffened and twisted in pain, but he still tried his best to pull out the money sword.

Wow! !

The red rope was bitten off by the corpse poison in his body, and the copper coins were scattered on the ground. A copper coin hit He Cheng's instep and opened a hole.

He Cheng let go, dodged the copper coins and rushed towards Taoist Yimei.

One eyebrow was shaky, and corpse poison invaded the wound, making him feel numb.

After picking up his energy and watching He Cheng pounce again, he turned around and ran into He Cheng's arms. The corpse's teeth penetrated his body instantly, and the blood was sucked away wildly.

"Burn all our bodies, or everyone will die!"

He raised his eyebrows and shouted in pain on his neck. He Cheng suddenly felt that something was wrong, but his eyebrows were touched with blood from the sword finger.

The dark clouds overhead dispersed.

The weather was about to fall, and it was even hot to wear short jackets, but the villagers broke into a cold sweat down their spines.

The zombie bit through the neck of Taoist Yimei. One was immobilized and the other died.

There were corpses all over the ground and it was a mess.

The elders of the two villages stood up. Someone had to speak:

"Everyone... just do what Taoist Master Yimei said. Now hurry up and collect the firewood and burn the bodies!"

It was a matter of life and death. A group of people poured out of the entire church building, and no one dared to be lazy.

Thanks to book friend 20180219092617374 for the tip. It’s a bit late for the next update, so I’ll make dinner first.