Feeling the sudden aura, Ling Fan and Ao Jun's faces changed suddenly. Ling Fan changed his face because he felt the terrible aura. He thought to himself that something was wrong, but he didn't expect to be discovered so soon. The Dead Purgatory is indeed an unknown master hidden in the hidden soul.

Aojun is because he can't support him for long. If he doesn't escape from the Purgatory of Deadly Souls to suck blood quickly, he will probably become a slave to blood-sucking desire.

"Haha??? My old friend was so anxious to go out. He didn't even say hello to me, my old friend. We haven't greeted you for many years. Could it be that my old friend has forgotten me?" A leisurely voice came into Ling Fan and his ears through layers of space.

Ling Fan suddenly felt something was wrong when he heard this voice. Although he didn't know the person who came, he could at least tell that the person who came and Ao Jun was already an old rival. In other words, the person who came was definitely not inferior to Ao Jun, and it was very likely that his cultivation was also at the level of the Spirit Emperor.

Ling Fan naturally felt something bad when such a master suddenly appeared. He was equivalent to a master of the Spirit Emperor. It was far away and very dangerous for him. If Ao Jun fell into madness due to blood reasons at this time, then he would be the only one to face this unknown master? Ling Fan now only hopes that Ao Jun's willpower can be stronger and suppressing his inner desires can last longer.

Ao Jun frowned when he heard this sudden voice. He had already guessed who the person was from his tone. He had been dealing with the person who came for many years, and the strength of the two was almost the same. If it were normal, he would have been willing to fight with the person who came for 300 rounds, but it was not possible at this time. Now time is money for him, and he cannot be delayed for a minute or a second!

At this moment, the distance of this space suddenly trembled slowly, and then the space began to slowly twist. From the middle point, the space twisted into a circle, rippling around like waves.

Then, a figure covered in white robe slowly passed through the twisted space. This was a middle-aged man in his forties, square and majestic, not angry but powerful, with sharp eyes. Only when his eyes swept into his eyes, he felt like he was cut by a cold knife.

"It's you, Zhao Dongming!" Ao Jun was not surprised to see the visitor, as if he had guessed it long ago.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, are you okay with your old friend?" Zhao Dongming, a middle-aged man in white robe, stared at Ao Jun and laughed softly.

"I'm asking you Hongfu, I can't die if I've been tortured!" Ao Jun didn't give Zhao Dongming a good face, his face was frosty and his voice was cold.

"Since I can't die, why should I be so anxious to go out? Do you think I'm not good at treating it well?" Zhao Dongming said in a strange tone.

"Your treatment here is a bit better. I, Ao Jun, have no blessings to accept it, so I have no choice but to choose to go elsewhere." Ao Jun retorted in the same tone.

Since Zhao Dongming came out, Zhao Dongming has never looked at Ling Fan from beginning to end, and his eyes have been staring at Ao Jun. It is obvious that Zhao Dongming has completely ignored Ling Fan. After all, he doesn't take a little Six-Star Spirit King like him seriously.

Ling Fan was also happy to be idle, and he was not angry. This was originally a world where the strong prey on the weak and the strong were respected. People only respected the strong, and the strong would not pay attention to the weak! And the weak would not give up the strong in their spare time and get patience.

Undoubtedly, Ling Fan is still just a weak person in the middle of the two. Of course, this is just judging from Ling Fan's superficial strength. If Ling Fan becomes a zombie, the weak person's hat would probably have to be taken off. However, Ling Fan was not angry about Zhao Dongming's ignorance, but just stood aside and listened quietly to the two of them.

"Aojun, you and I were deeply appreciated by the Zombie Sect at the time, but you didn't know how to be at least, and you actually betrayed the Zombie Sect. Now you are the consequences of your own fault. Not letting you die is already the greatest gift to you. Now you are still trying to escape. It seems that you are really impatient to live!" At this time, Zhao Dongming no longer beat around the bush and opened the skylight and said straight.

"Hmph, if you betray me, you will betray me. What can you do to me? You are always better than your zombie dog!" Ao Jun sarcastically.

"Zombus? What kind of sect is this? Why have you never heard of it? Hearing Zhao Dongming's tone, Aojun seemed to be locked up here because he betrayed the Zombus. Could this soul purgatory have something to do with Zombus?" Ling Fan was curious when he heard the name Zombus for the first time and thought to himself.

"Haha?? What a lackey. Well said, I want to see how strong you, a person who disdains the lackey, are to be strong!" Zhao Dongming laughed in anger. Although he was laughing so hard, no one could hear that he was already furious now.

"Okay, then I'll take some advice!" Ao Jun no longer delayed and took action decisively. His figure flashed and attacked Zhao Dongming first.

"Roar???" Zhao Dongming suddenly let out a beast-like roar, and then two sharp teeth appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his originally pitch-black pupils turned blue!

Looking at Zhao Dongming's changes, Ling Fan took a breath. He didn't expect that Zhao Dongming was actually a zombie. He thought that Zhao Dongming was a monk and a powerful Ling Emperor, but he didn't expect that he was the fourth generation of real zombie.

Ling Fan secretly cried in his heart that since he became a zombie, he had not touched a zombie for a few months in the past, but now he has only been hit by two zombies in just a few days, and they are both the fourth generation of real zombies! I don’t know if he was lucky enough to lose his bad luck or his bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Looking at the zombies on Zhao Dongming and Ao Jun, both of them turned into zombies and started a battle. They showed no mercy at all. They fought in full swing. They couldn't get along with each other. The space was full of ripples, and the pressure from the fourth generation of real zombies was constantly released.

But Ling Fan, who was standing in the distance, didn't feel much. Logically speaking, Ling Fan was bitten by Lan Yi, and he should belong to the fifth generation of true zombies. The level of true zombies is very strict, and the level represents absolute. The level of the lower level is absolutely not as good as the higher level of the true zombies.

To a certain extent, the absolute level limit of true zombies is even more restrictive than the level of monks. The pressure released by the high-level true zombies is absolutely unbearable. The pressure of a fourth-generation true zombies can definitely make the fifth-generation true zombies crawl on the ground in fear, and the whole body will tremble. The idea of ​​a higher-level true zombies can make the lower-level true zombies disappear. You can imagine how huge the gap is.

However, the pressure of the two fourth-generation true zombies did not have any impact on Ling Fan at this time. Ling Fan had no feeling at all. All he thought about now was that these two zombies seemed to be a little stronger than Lan Yi??? (To be continued)
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