Zhang Quan vomited blood in anger.

Mo Hua was already running far away with his corpse control bell in his arms and his ancestors.

Under the dark night, the monks were in the melee.

Ink painting hides one's body with concealment technique, and walks like flowing water with passing water. It travels through the zombie village, avoiding all attacks and spells, passing by the flowers without touching the body.

Until a roof, Mo Hua stopped, let go of his spiritual sense, and found Situ Fang.

Situ Fangzheng and the two elders of the Situ family fought with several zombies controlled by the corpse cultivators.

After repelling the enemy, while breathing, he heard a crisp voice shouting:

"Sister Situ."

Situ Fang looked at the open space on one side. After a while, Mo Hua showed off her figure and said with a smile:

"I've grabbed the corpse control bell."

Situ Fang was stunned, "You actually got it?"

Mo Hua shook his little hand, holding three copper bells in his hand.

These copper bells are more delicate, tied with blood ropes, and the patterns on them are more complex. You can tell at a glance that the zombies they control are also more powerful.

Not only Situ Fang, but also Situ Jin and another serious elder Situ, all their expressions were shocked.

Not long after the battle, the opponent's trump card was stolen?

Situ Fang was shocked first, then she was overjoyed and said with a look of excitement:

"Two elders, let's fight quickly and take down the zombie village!"

"good!"

The two elders of the Situ family nodded.

Without iron corpses, they would no longer be afraid and would not be scruples in taking action.

Two foundation-building leaders led the charge, and the Situ family's monks were invincible for a while.

Corpse cultivators also took the corpse blood pill, and their cultivation level increased dramatically and turned into dead corpses.

But these corpse cultivators are originally qi cultivation, and their skills are average. No matter how much they take drugs, they are not the opponent of foundation-building cultivators.

It's just a little longer.

Mo Hua found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again, "Let's catch Zhang Quan, don't let him run away!"

Bai Zisheng was overjoyed: "Okay!"

Zhang Quan really wants to run away.

The Walking Zhai can't be guarded.

The formation was broken, and there was no corpse control bell, and the iron corpse could not be controlled. It was only a matter of time before the corpse village was broken.

If things cannot be done, then there is no need to do them.

Keep the green mountains there, and you won’t be afraid of burning firewood.

Zhang Quan packed up some key things, then changed into an ordinary robber's clothes, mixed in the crowd, trying to sneak away.

The zombie village was in chaos, and the monks who were chasing and fleeing were everywhere.

For a moment, no one noticed Zhang Quan.

But he can deceive others, but he can't deceive Mo Hua.

When Mo Hua found that Zhang Quan was gone, he gently stepped onto a high pavilion in the zombie village, urging his spiritual sense to the extreme.

In the chaotic battle situation, the spiritual power of the monk is clearly visible.

It is clear whether it is strong or weak, what color it is, and what attributes it is divided into.

Mo Hua looked around and found a deep breath of spiritual power in a corner of the wall.

The spiritual power is earth-gray, with gloomy air, and is restrained with great force, as if afraid that others will find out.

Mo Hua pointed his little hand from afar, "Where is it!"

Bai Zisheng looked in the direction of his finger.

Sure enough, I saw a monk dressed in a robber in the corner, huddled in the corner, pretending to be afraid, and then looked too far away, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Bastard, where to run?"

Bai Zisheng shouted loudly, waved his right hand, took out the spear, the gun was powerful, and his body was like a dragon, and he headed straight for Zhang Quan.

At the same time, Bai Zixi's slender hand twisting technique, three golden sword energy gathered, and the white fire on the sword also passed through the air and flew towards Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan's scalp was numb and he hurriedly got up and fled, but when he turned around in a mess, his right shoulder was still picked by Bai Zisheng's spear tip, and a blood mark was drawn.

At the same time, Bai Zixi's sword energy also arrived.

Zhang Quan hid two times, but was pierced by the third method, his shoulders were pierced, his sword light was stomped on the wound, and his white spiritual fire was burning, and his pain was unbearable.

"Fuck you guys!"

Zhang Quan was extremely angry, but extremely helpless.

He could only run. Now his moves have been seen through and his trump card has been stolen. It is impossible for him to be the opponent of this man and a woman, two young monks.

What's more, now that the foreign enemy is surrounded by him, he will definitely die if he continues to drag him down.

Zhang Quan used earth escape again.

The Walking Sect Village is built against the mountain, with many earth and rocks on the ground, many houses and caves. In addition, the night is dark, and the battle situation is extremely chaotic.

Therefore, the earth escape is more hidden and not easy to be noticed.

But before he could escape far, he heard a whistle and a fireball arrived in an instant and hit the ground.

The fire-type spiritual power was transmitted to him through the ground, and it was slightly burning and not very powerful.

But Fireball is just a guide.

What followed was a sharp spear and a golden sword energy.

Zhang Quan was shot again and was hit by a sword energy in the back.

He quickly withdrew from the escape technique and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a familiar and small figure sitting cross-legged, his fingertips gathered with fireballs, and he looked at him with a smile.

As soon as he saw this smiling face, Zhang Quan's head buzzed and his scalp trembled.

He felt the blood and energy in his body pouring into his head, so angry that he couldn't speak.

After a long time, he trembled, pointed at the Mo Hua and said angrily:

"Did you steal my stuff?"

Mo Hua looked innocent, "What?"

Zhang Quan said qin: "My corpse control bell!"

"Oh," Mo Hua seemed to have "thinked" and pulled out of the storage bag, pulled out several bells, and said in confusion:

"This thing belongs to you. I see it is placed there and no one wants it, so I will temporarily 'keep' it."

After saying that, Mo Hua stuffed the copper bell into his storage bag again.

Zhang Quan looked at Mo Hua with his own eyes, took out his corpse control bell, and then saw him with his own eyes, stuffing his corpse control bell into his own storage bag, and his eyes turned red for a moment.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said:

"Then my...ancestor..."

"Ancestor?"

Mo Hua pulled it out of the storage bag for a while, and grabbed a large ball of crumpled paper-like thing:

"Is this your ancestor?"

Zhang Quan vomited blood.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

He said three "goods", his eyes were blood red, bloodshot and his voice was hoarse:

"You rob me of the corpse control bell and insult my ancestors of the Zhang family. Even if I die today, I will crush your bones and ashes!"

After saying that, he flipped his right hand and took out a bright red pill.

This pill was even redder than the corpse blood pill he had taken before, so red that it seemed to be bleeding.

The moment he took out the pill, Bai Zisheng noticed it and wanted to pick the pill away with a spear.

Bai Zixi also condensed a sword energy, trying to cut off his wrist and interrupt him to take drugs.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and blocked it with his left arm, and forced Bai Zisheng's shooting skills.

Then he turned slightly and ate Bai Zixi's sword energy.

Then he tried his best to take the blood-index pill in his hand.
To be continued...