Green coriander family

When the brown spear was only ten feet away from Chen Zimo, a tall blue figure appeared in front of Chen Zimo.

This figure was Qingyuan, and when it saw that Chen Zimo was in trouble, it immediately ran towards Chen Zimo, leaving its back to the opponent.

Naturally, the skinny man in black who was fighting with Qingyuan did not miss this opportunity, and charged up his strength to deliver his strongest blow.

This blow easily broke the black sand armor on the back of the green ape, and also cut its thick fur and skin, leaving a long wound on its back. The bone was deep enough to see the bone, and the blood flowed continuously.

Even with such serious injuries, Qingyuan still ran to Chen Zimo, and blocked the menacing brown spear with the black dry stick in his hand.

"boom"

With a bang, the black dry stick in Qingyuan's hand was broken by the brown spear, and then continued to stab at the black sand armor on its chest.

The green ape vomited blood in an instant and flew backwards, and finally fell three feet away from Chen Zimo, still spitting blood, which was mixed with grain-sized internal organs.

After the brown spear pierced through the black dry stick, its power was greatly reduced. It didn't pierce the black sand armor on the green monkey, but it also suffered serious shock injuries.

The gloomy black-clothed monk stretched out his right hand, and the brown spear immediately flew back into his hand.

Seeing the green ape who was knocked out to protect himself, Chen Zimo struggled to get up from the ground, and was about to walk towards the green ape.

The skinny black-clothed monk had already appeared behind Chen Zimo holding his snake-shaped scimitar, with a cruel smile on his face, and the snake-shaped scimitar was also raised.

When the skinny black-clothed monk was about to kill Chen Zimo, the gloomy black-clothed monk behind the skinny black-clothed monk suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

Hearing this, the skinny black-clothed monk was about to take two steps back with his many years of fighting skills, when a zombie with many scars appeared on his right.

Before the skinny black-clothed monk could react, his hands grabbed his shoulders and fixed him in place. The snake-shaped scimitar in his hand fell to the ground because of the pain in his arm.

The power of refining corpses is one or two points stronger than that of monsters of the same level, and the skinny black-clothed monk has never practiced physical training techniques, so naturally he cannot stand the power of refining corpses of the same level.

After the skinny black-clothed monk was caught, the refined corpse immediately opened its mouth full of stench, revealing two sharp black fangs, and then bit the skinny black-clothed monk's neck, greedily sucking the skinny black-clothed The monk's blood.

After the skinny black-clothed monk was bitten on the neck, he immediately let out a desperate scream, and then stood there blankly, as if he had lost consciousness, allowing the refining corpse to suck his blood.

After absorbing the powerful fresh blood, the injuries on his body are slowly recovering, and the wounds are also healing, but the skinny monk in black is getting paler and paler.

From refining the corpse to catching the skinny black-clothed monk to sucking blood to heal his wounds, the whole process took only one or two breaths.

The gloomy black-clothed monk watched all this from behind, his face became more and more gloomy, he picked up the brown spear in his hand and accurately threw it at the head of the refining corpse that was sucking blood.

As soon as the spear flew out, Chen Zimu, who was holding a beheading knife, also appeared in front of the corpse refinement. He held the beheading knife in both hands and stood in front of him.

The gap between the middle stage of Qi training and the late stage of Qi training is not so easy to overcome, but during this period of time, the skinny black-clothed monk has been sucked into a mummy, and the wounded corpse just now has recovered seven or eight times.

After treating Qingyuan's wound and taking the healing elixir for it, Chen Zimo took it back into the spirit beast bag, then walked to Chen Zimu's side and said sincerely, "Seventh brother, thanks to you this time!"

Chen Zimu patted him on the shoulder lightly, and replied in a somewhat depressed mood: "We are brothers, so talking about this will make you feel offended!

"I didn't protect Zidao well, so I can't let anything happen to you!"

"By the way, do you still have the spirit pill?"

Recovering Spirit Pill, a second-tier middle-grade pill, speeds up the monk's recovery of spiritual power.

Most of Chen Zimu's spirit stones were used to cultivate corpses, otherwise his corpse refinement would not reach the second-level high-grade, and the number of pills that he didn't bring with him had been used up just now.

Chen Zimo took out a jade bottle, poured out a spirit recovery pill to Chen Zimu, then poured out two healing pills from another jade bottle, gave one to Chen Zimu, and took one by himself.

After taking the elixir, Chen Zimu let the refined corpse rush to the front, and he rushed to the gloomy black-clothed monk behind.

Chen Zimo did not follow, but stood in place and used spells to support Chen Zimu.When the corpse refining was about to confront the gloomy black-clothed monk head-on, dense lightning rods flew towards the gloomy black-clothed monk at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, the gloomy black-clothed monk quickly stopped, and quickly spun the brown spear in his hand to block the oncoming lightning rod.

When he blocked all the lightning rods, Lian Zong rushed in front of him and punched him in the heart with all his strength.

He could only hastily put the spear in front of his chest, received the punch passively, and took a dozen steps back.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zimu pressed forward with his beheading sword. The gloomy black-clothed monk still slowed down at this moment, so he could only dodge hastily to the right.

With one to two, the gloomy black-clothed cultivator could only dodge passively, and could not cause an effective attack on Chen Zimu and his refining corpse at all, so he wanted to distance himself from Chen Zimu, leave the battlefield, and seek the support of his companions.

Because he hurriedly opened the distance, he showed a flaw, and was punched by Chen Zimu's refining corpse and flew into the air.

Chen Zimo, who had been waiting for his opportunity for a long time, used a second-level middle-grade spell - Thunder Spear, which accurately hit the gloomy black-clothed monk who was unable to move in the air, and penetrated his abdomen.

After the gloomy black-clothed monk landed, Chen Zimu immediately stepped forward and chopped off his head, so he was relieved.

After the battle, Chen Zimu took the storage bag of the skinny black-clothed monk, and threw the gloomy black-clothed monk's storage bag to Chen Zimo.

Chen Zimo looked at the storage bag in his hand, a little embarrassed: "Seventh brother, I didn't do anything, you should keep this storage bag!"

Chen Zimu knew what he was thinking, and finally refused: "You killed the owner of that storage bag, so the storage bag belongs to you naturally."

Chen Zimo wanted to say something else, but he interrupted quickly: "The battle is not over yet, let's talk about it later."

Chen Zimu glanced around, there were more than [-] members of the Chen clan, and now there were only about ten left, and then he saw Ling Zang surrounded by two monks in black.

"Eleven, your corpse is good, it's a pity to just break it up like this. I'll help butcher those two scumbags."

"Be careful by yourself, don't die! If you die, I will accept your refined corpse unceremoniously."

"Seventh brother, don't worry, I won't die so easily."

After Chen Zimu went to help Ling Zhuang, Chen Zimo took out the remaining Thunderbolt Talisman from the storage bag, and looked angrily at the burly man who killed Chen Zidao.

(End of this chapter)