One person and one gun, Wang Xiaoan received the blessing of the Buddha's light that cannot turn around, and instantly became extremely brave. The other person was like a blue light, the gun was like a golden dragon, and the whole person was active among the corpses. He could tease, poke, stab, pick, etc.

The marksmanship skills came easily from Wang Xiaoan's hands. At this time, he seemed to be performing a standard marksmanship drill, vividly demonstrating what he had learned.

"What a pure skill! You are indeed a sect that is good at fighting techniques. But having said that, your Buddha's light is really powerful. Compared to your fellow disciples, the power of your fake monk's Buddha's light is much stronger."

Seeing Wang Xiaoan's killing sprees, Ximen Feng couldn't help but admire him. Seeing Shi Buturn with a solemn face beside him, Ximen Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! This is a war. Can't you be more serious?"

Finally unable to maintain his serious expression, Shi Bu Zhuan's face finally fell. He smiled bitterly and looked helplessly at Ximen Feng, who was looking eagerly at the battlefield ahead.

"Serious? If you continue to be serious, you will have a nervous breakdown soon."

After saying something inexplicably, Ximen Feng's face showed a rare serious look.

"Brother Feng, what do you mean?"

Intuiting that there was something in Ximenfeng's words, Shi Bujuan frowned and asked directly.

"Over the past few days, not only have these living corpses been killed incessantly, but they have also begun to kill more and more. Don't you think there's something strange?"

While speaking, Ximen Feng cast a spell. A flash of light flashed next to Wang Xiaoan in the distance, and an ice pick suddenly appeared and directly knocked away a living corpse that wanted to attack.

"Boss! Thank you very much!"

Wang Xiaoan took the time to shout, and then continued fighting.

Facing the living zombies who were fearless of death, Wang Xiaoan fought even better. A wave of aqua blue spiritual power surrounded him, and all the living corpses that were two feet away from him were frozen in place by the aqua blue spiritual power.

Wang Xiaoan was like harvesting leeks, killing them all the way. It was very enjoyable.

"How is it? Do you see it? These living corpses are obviously lifeless, but they seemed to be intelligent just now. Didn't you think of something?"

Looking at Shi BuTuan, Ximen Peak has the meaning of taking a test in school.

"You mean they are being manipulated?"

Although he already had a guess in his mind, Shi Bujuan still asked tentatively.

"That's right!"

Ximen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the battlefield ahead. As if he was afraid of not believing it, Ximen Feng added another sentence.

"I'm absolutely sure!"

Hearing Ximen Feng say so confidently, Shi Buzuan's face darkened.

"Can't we find those who are controlling us? If a group of us are allowed to continue fighting, we may be directly brought down in a few days."

Seeing the zombies raging on the battlefield ahead and the Tianlongmen monks fighting desperately, Shi Bujuan felt unbearable and worried in his heart.

"Someone from both sects must have thought of this, and they will not be dragged down. Tianlong Sect is good at charging into battle, and it is the skill of becoming braver as the war progresses, so they will not be dragged down easily. But we are now

Just responsible

With distant support, we will not be overwhelmed. Now everyone is waiting for an opportunity. The other party is waiting for our psychological defense line to collapse, and we are waiting for them to lose their composure."

Ximen Feng shook his head slightly. While explaining Shi Bu Zhuan, he stared at the battlefield vigilantly. From time to time, he would release spells to help other Tianlongmen monks rushing into the battle.

At a certain moment, there was finally a trace of waves in Ximen Feng's calm eyes. Shi Bu turned around, who was responsible for blessing the Buddha's light for the Tianlongmen monks on the battlefield, and successfully captured the waves in Ximen Feng's eyes. He followed Ximen Feng's gaze, but

I saw a living corpse that was slightly different from the surroundings.

All the living corpses rushed towards the monks on the battlefield without fear of death. Although this one followed the corpse group, he always vaguely avoided the monks. Faintly, Shi Buzhuan was the living corpse.

I saw a trace of agility in the eyes of the corpse. You must know that all living corpses have only the whites of their eyes, and a pair of eyes is filled with a strong sense of death, but this one is uncharacteristically. If there is an abnormality, there must be monsters. Pay attention to them and decide.

Found some things.

Ximen Feng ignored Shi Bu Zhuan's attention. He looked around the entire battlefield and quickly found several more identical living corpses. Silently, Ximen Feng used his spells one after another. Invisibly,

He actually relied on various spells to gather together several strange living corpses he found.

But at this time, the battlefield finally experienced changes. The living corpses that had just been spread out in one piece unexpectedly gathered together unknowingly. Those living corpses seemed to be centered on a few weird living corpses gathered together.

They move within a certain radius.

When the Tianlongmen monks who were fighting on the battlefield saw this phenomenon, they quickly retreated together like a tacit understanding. At the same time, the Wanfaxian Sect monks behind the battlefield finally used powerful spells. Wind, frost, snow and rain, thunder and fire from the sky, earth, stone and wood thorns,

Swordsmen, wind blades, and various unnamed spells were blasted directly at the corpses. In an instant, the sky was reflected in colorful colors, and countless torrents of spiritual light suddenly fell down.

There was a loud bang, and the ground seemed to tremble a few times. The powerful spells issued by the Qi Condensation monks were no child's play. When aggregated, they had the power to move mountains and fill seas. The living corpse was blown to pieces.

Most of them fell to the ground and never got up again. The few who stood up again were beaten to pieces by the Tianlongmen monks who quickly arrived and attacked.

"I'm so happy! The suffocation I've been feeling for several days is finally gone!"

"The Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Sect is doing great! The Tianlong Sect is doing great too!"

"I thought it was not interesting that the Wanfa Immortal Sect has been hiding behind. It turns out that they are planning a big move!"

"Hahaha......"

...

Smoke and dust are everywhere on the battlefield, but at the same time the joyful laughter of the Tianlongmen monks is also singing. This group of monks who are good at close combat are more like secular soldiers charging into battle. They have the thinking of practitioners and the friends of secular soldiers, and they have established a relationship with them.

The way to appreciate each other is to fight side by side.

Almost everyone was immersed in this joyful attack, but Ximen Peak did not feel any joy about it. This situation

To him, it was expected and nothing worthy of praise.

The monks from Tianlongmen slowly retreated from the battlefield. After fighting for a long time, they were extremely tired. Looking at the smoke and dust raised by the spell, it still did not dissipate. Instead, there was a feeling of gathering inward. Ximen Feng's heart couldn't help but feel downward.

He sank heavily. There is only one possibility in this situation, and that is that the matter is not over yet.

"Everyone, be careful and don't slack off! Be careful of things in the smoke!"

He reminded the person in a loud voice that Ximen Peak had already released spells to blow towards the smoke. There were many monks who had the same idea as him, and one spell after another blew towards the smoke. One after another whirlwind appeared in the smoke area and had not yet dissipated.

The sky was instantly blown away.

"I'll go! What the hell!"

"It actually withstood such a strong attack!"

...

"The manipulator appears!"

After muttering softly, Ximen Feng's face turned serious.

After the smoke and dust blew away, what everyone saw was the devastated ground. After a spell attack, the ground was scorched and frozen, and water was constantly seeping out from some places. These were not the most attractive things.

The most eye-catching thing is a golden protective shield that suddenly appears.

Eight figures set up a golden defensive light shield in eight directions. Looking at the eight figures, they were clearly those weird living corpses gathered together. And in the center of them, a short-haired man in green clothes with his right side exposed was standing.

He looked at everyone with a gloomy face. His expression seemed to not put anyone in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand and gently placed a bone flute to his mouth. A cadence of sound came from the bone flute. The sound sounded like resentment or crying, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. At the same time,

The eight living corpses around this man also started to move. They each put down their defenses and scattered one after another.

"Interrupt his playing! Don't give him a chance to manipulate the corpse again!"

Ximen Feng's reminder was still a little late. The corpses lying on the ground stood up straight in the blink of an eye. They rushed towards the monks quickly, and the scene seemed extremely chaotic for a while. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu

The man in clothes disappeared. The strange sound of the bone flute disappeared, but the attack of the living corpses began again.

"Damn it! What a failure!"

Cursing secretly, Ximen Feng used the spells in his hand repeatedly to share the pressure of the Tianlongmen monks who were rushing to fight.

Just when Ximen Feng was casting the spell with all his strength, Shi Buzhuan on the side stopped his hand slightly. The place was obviously chaotic and noisy, but he seemed to hear the whimpering sound of the flute. No, this flute sound cannot be replaced by whimpering.

Describe. This voice seems to be sometimes passionate, sometimes clear, sometimes impassioned, but also like crying. Faintly, there seems to be some kind of power mixed in this voice.

"Where does the sound of the flute come from?"

Ximen Feng stopped his hand and looked at Shi Buzhuan suspiciously.

"Is there really a sound?"

Shi Bujuan was stunned. He thought he had heard wrong just now.

"never mind!"

Shaking his head, Ximen Feng did not ask Shi Bu Zhuan again.

He listened carefully and found that the sound came from far away opposite them. As the sound continued to get closer to them, the movements of the living corpses seemed to gradually become slower.

"Looks like he's one of our own!"

Seeing this, Ximen Feng immediately had this idea in his mind.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly noticed that dark clouds gathered over the battlefield. Among the dark clouds, there were faint flashes of lightning.

"Fellow Taoists, please step back some distance and be careful not to be accidentally injured by Xuanzhen Tao's spells!"

Two voices, a man's and a woman's, sounded in the minds of all the monks at the scene at the same time. The voices were full of goodwill, and it was obvious that the other party was one of their own.

No one needed to remind anyone, everyone present exited the battlefield one after another. Less than a moment after they left the battlefield, countless lightning flashes fell from the dark clouds. The living corpses below seemed to have suffered divine punishment, each one under the attack of thunder, light and lightning.

Turned into ashes.

The thunder and lightning gradually disappeared, and the dark clouds slowly dissipated. Looking at the battlefield, there was still the shadow of half a living corpse. But this was not the end, a golden and green flaming arrow seemed to be traveling directly towards someone through the void.

He went everywhere. A green shadow burst out of the ground, and escaped the attack before the flaming arrow hit the ground. But before he could stabilize his position, a thunderous sound like a yellow bell suddenly came to mind, and he was immediately shocked.

The shape stagnated. Then countless phantoms of swords appeared in the void, surrounding the green shadow.

But before the sword shadow could launch its attack, the green figure blew the bone flute first. With a heartbreaking sound, a sound blade directly broke through the sword shadow. The green shadow took this opportunity and dodged.

Then he escaped from the siege of the phantoms of swords.

"Where to go!"

After a loud shout, there was a high-pitched flute. A man in brocade clothes held an ink flute and blew out a few more syllables. Several wind blades appeared out of thin air in his country, and they whirled towards the

The dark green shadow attacked and left.
Chapter completed!