While the flying zombie was flying up, the last old Taoist who was not dead grabbed the flying zombie's ankle and flew to the sky with it. The old Taoist roared hard: I fight with you and kill me so many brothers. Even if I die, I will take off a layer of skin from you.

The old Taoist was almost shouting with his life, his voice was hoarse. He took out a talisman from his arms with his other hand, and bit off his tongue in one mouthful, spurted a large mouthful of blood on the talisman, and then he used the talisman full of essence and blood to stick it to the slack thigh.

When the talisman was pasted, the flying zombie trembled and screamed. A ball of white smoke suddenly rose from his body, and then his body fell down, and he fell on the roof with the three old Taoists.

Boom

After a loud bang, the roof was directly hit by Fei Zombie and the three old Taoists, and fell into the house together.

Wu Feng was stunned, and his heart was inexplicably shocked. The indescribable feeling rose in his heart. His nose was slightly sour. He actually had the urge to cry. What was going on? They were obviously a group of vicious cultists, so why did they want to cry for them?

Finally, Wu Feng's tears fell, and in a trance, he thought of his master and senior brother.

Brother

A cry of grief came back to him, and another old Taoist appeared behind Wu Feng. Wu Feng wiped the tears from his cheeks and turned to look. He saw the old Taoist who issued the order. He said just now that the four old Taoists had cut off the way for the flying zombie. He probably didn't expect that these old Taoists would use the method of attracting the sky thunder to slash the flying zombie, otherwise they would not have died so quickly.

After shouting, the old Taoist, carrying a peach wood sword, jumped onto the roof and jumped down from the big hole he smashed out. He probably wanted to fight the flying zombie. In less than half an hour, four of the seven old Taoists died, and two others were protecting the Xisipo in the ancestral hall.

Wu Feng, the flying zombie is dead, it flew too fast, I hurriedly rushed to catch up, it killed a lot of people along the way, and we must find a way to kill it, otherwise more and more people will die, so we don’t want to go out alive

Old Liu rushed over with the yellow-haired monkey and said anxiously as soon as he met.

It's not dead yet, but it's almost there

After Wu Feng said this, he jumped, jumped onto the roof, and jumped down from the big hole. Old Liu head followed closely with the yellow-haired monkey.

When he jumped in, he saw the first thing that caught his eye was a miserable look. The two old Taoists who were inserted into the middle of the flying zombie must have been dead. They had been sucked into a mummy by it now. They bit off their tongue and pasted a talisman with a flying zombie. They lay flat on the ground with a big hole in their chest, which was covered in blood. He was not sucked into a mummy, but stared at a pair of angry eyes, with blood glaring in his eyes, looking at the big hole on the top of his head.
Chapter completed!