Chapter 167

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wearing a gray coarse cloth jacket, the evil-shaped zombies flew over from a distance and stopped near the corpse tomb. Then, Xiaobei, who was as timid as a mouse, carefully emerged from behind a grave not far away. Looking at the large group of zombies in front of him and the corpse king with a deformed body, but exuding a strong and dangerous aura, he swallowed his saliva carefully, and approached Kaixin in surprise.

"Happy Brother..."

“It came quite fast.”

"Oh."

Originally, Xiaobei, who was very excited to receive the Happy Feige's letter, saw the scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a little scared and urged to give up.

"Brother Happy, that..." Xiaobei's expression was nervous, and his voice was slightly dry and looked ahead: "You ask me to come, no, let me help you deal with the Thousand-Year Corpse King?"

"You know the Thousand-Year Corpse King, too?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise. Although the other party was a member of the Corpse Sect, the Thousand-Year Corpse King was an exiled guard and did not belong to the Corpse Sect. Logically, the other party should have never been in contact with it.

"Cough, stop talking." Xiaobei sighed sadly: "I just came here once when I practiced these two treasures to the realm of creation. I encountered this Thousand-Year Corpse King. This thing was so powerful that one of my treasures was torn into pieces by it in three or two... Fortunately, I ran fast." While saying that, Xiaobei also used his eyes to observe his happy reaction, thinking that if he was so painful like this, the other party should have given up unrealistic thoughts.

Unexpectedly, when I heard these, I just nodded silently, with a natural expression:

"The Thousand-Year Corpse King is the peak master of the mysterious realm. His roots and bones have been eroded by potions and corpse poisons for many years. They have long mutated. The strength is not inferior to that of the martial arts masters in the life and death realm. It is normal to be able to tear zombies in the Creation Realm."

“…”

When he heard the three words "life and death realm", Xiaobei's expression froze and his face became very ugly.

"Then, we..."

"I will deal with the Thousand Years of Corpse King. You are responsible for helping me clear the surrounding zombies!"

Happy to understand Xiaobei’s meaning and explained: “The Thousand Years of Corpse King can call for zombies, so during the battle, I don’t want to have half a zombie shadow around me.”

"This is OK!"

When he heard that he didn't need to deal with the Thousand-year-old Corpse King himself, Xiaobei was overjoyed and agreed quickly...

But when I looked back and saw more than a dozen zombies with great momentum around the Thousand Years Corpse King, my smile fell down again, and I felt extremely bitter and pity: "I will refine more potions to repair my two poor babies when I go back this time."

Because zombies are special puppets, any puppets have durability and are easily damaged. Once injured, they must be soaked with special potions made from the corpse gate for repair.

Usually, every time I deal with several ordinary mysterious zombies, Xiaobei must repair his puppet treasures once, but this time, I am afraid that the mission must be repaired vigorously once.

However, in Xiaobei's opinion, he is also very lucky. It is better than being completely damaged by the Thousand Years of Corpse King or being happy.

After a plan, Xiaobei directed one of the zombie puppets who were fearless and jumped towards the entrance of the corpse tomb...

In the eyes of a group of zombies in mysterious realms, the ragged and weak zombies in the Creation Realm are so humble that the first few zombies found showed intimidating eyes at the same time.

Thumb! Thumb!

The little zombies in the Creation Realm still jumped forward without knowing their lives.

Even the Thousand-year-old Corpse King looked slightly sideways.

"fool!"

The three-headed zombies seemed to notice the dissatisfaction of the Thousand-Year Corpse King, and roared, leaving behind a afterimage, disappearing from the spot as quickly as lightning, pounced towards the little zombie.

The little zombie seemed to have noticed the crisis. She turned her hands 180 degrees and jumped around in a panic and ran away wildly, but she still couldn't stop the zombies from getting closer.

The two sides quickly narrowed from dozens of meters to dozens of meters...

The breath of death that makes people feel vomited is coming to their faces.

The little zombie jumped and became more diligent and panicked, and she was happy to see that she frowned: I thought I could pull all the zombies away in one go, but I didn't expect that these zombies, like professional bodyguards, also knew how to divide the labor and cooperate, leaving behind a large group of people to almost protect them, and only three minions were sent to form a team to chase them.

"Don't run away, help me to restrain them."

When the little zombie led three big zombies by the grave, she happily patted Xiaobei on the shoulder and jumped out from behind the grave. She looked like lightning and took the zombie at the end.

The sound came into my ears, the zombie turned around reflexively, his hands turned around, and he left the team directly and welcomed towards happiness!

"Good come!"

Sigh lowly!

The sword light surged in Happy Hand;

He greeted him with his body, and he stuck out his left hand into a claw, slashing hard, completely ignoring the zombie's fierce attack on his chest. It was a cruel fighting style of fighting with his life, which made Xiaobei behind him almost jump out of his heart.

Is this really the case?

Will you be happy to fight a dead person who is as strong as gold and iron?

What a joke!

Just when the two fought head-on, a happy move caused a tragic battle to change drastically...

Dragon capture hand!

The palm suddenly burst out with amazing suction.

The zombie's black arms were immediately sent into Kaixin's hand, and her sleeves were fluttering, and she pulled them up and pulled them. Kaixin made a pound of pounds, leading the zombie's momentum to the side. In this way, it was like a zombie automatically sent its neck under the Happy knife.

I'm not polite to be happy, I'll raise my sword and fall!

"crotch!"

My head didn't fall...

The zombie's head was also as hard as iron, but it was still slashed away by the huge force of the sword. It dragged two deep trenches from the ground, and it had not turned around for a long time.

With joy as a shadow, following the zombie's body being slashed out, a shocking sharpness erupted from the Bai Zhan Sword again, "Well!" the sound of lichen brought out a round sword light as smooth and dazzling as a blue bead plate from the air...

Xiaobei's eyes were frozen at the moment when the zombie's head flew high, and he was stunned!

puff!

The zombie's body stood there for a while before falling to the ground with a dull sound.

Xiaobei looked foolishly at the head of the zombie who was rolling out of the distance in the cemetery, but he didn't react for a long time - if it weren't for his zombie baby jumping and running for life, he would have thought that the zombie whose head was easily cut off was his immature Creation Realm puppet.

Xiaobei, who was happy to pay attention to the violent impact of his mind, picked up the spoils that fell to the ground, and kept catching up with the other zombie who was led around.

Step by step!

Walking up the clouds, flying under your feet.

"bite!"

A flying knife flew away from the head of the second zombie. The crisp metal-like sound and slight pain angered the latter. The fleshless terrifying face suddenly locked in happiness!
Chapter completed!