Chapter 35 The corpse wall turns into monsters, stacking up
Zhou Lin's face was full of a weird smile that was filled with gloating, and combined with his feminine and handsome face, it looked especially weird in the dark.
The hatred between us and Zhou Lin could not be ended even after three days and three nights, but now it was time to escape. Zamao Xiaodao decisively stopped talking nonsense and squeezed the Qingfeng sword from Luo Xiaobei in his hand tightly.
As soon as it was raised, people rushed forward suddenly.
I have never seen the speed of the Zamao Trail reach such a level. It is as fast as a phantom, a gust of wind - brushing, raising the wind, and also rushing the murderous intention into the space. I can only see from behind
Looking at his back, he seemed to have fought several times with Zhou Lin who was blocking the door. There were several clanging sounds, sword shadows flying all over the sky, and the sound of collisions could be heard endlessly.
The hole blocked by Zhou Lin was smashed out by the great monk Shi Fang with his sixty kilogram water-milled iron Zen staff. Then it was squeezed by the huge Array Spirit Ermao, which was nearly two meters in diameter. It was not Zhou Lin's.
Lin, a husband at the gate, could hold it, but this man without balls was full of confidence. During the fight with Zamao Xiaodao, he always maintained his condescending arrogance and calmness, and he didn't know what he was doing.
What kind of weapon was used? The sharp green-edged sword struck his arm. Not only did it fail to make an inch, it instead made a dull sound of gold and iron clashing and bounced back, making Zamao Xiaodao's hands tremble.
However, the runner was not alone on the Zamao Trail. In the blink of an eye, the narrow passage was filled with everyone, and they were all blocked at the entrance.
Seeing the large group of people arriving, Zhou Lin didn't dare to raise his eyebrows. He raised his eyebrows, stepped back, slapped his hands on the ground, and let out a wild roar that was not human-like. Following his strange move, the gap opened
Suddenly, billowing thick smoke arose, covering the entire area in darkness, and then countless black shadows with wings on their backs and as big as fists flew out of the smoke, making "squeaking" sounds from their mouths.
I was following behind to charge, but something flew towards me. When I stabbed with the ghost sword on my right hand, it missed, and then I was hit hard on the chest. When I shined the bright flashlight in my left hand, I saw that
A very ugly-looking pig-mouthed bat was attached to my chest. Its nose had a fleshy pad with a U-shaped groove at the top. The tips of its ears were triangular, and its snout was short and cone-shaped.
The canine teeth were long and sharp, and the upper incisors were well developed, slightly triangular, and as sharp as a knife. They opened their mouth and bit my chest.
How could I let this little beast succeed? As soon as I saw it, I hit it hard with a strong flashlight, smashing it to the ground. I stepped on it with my foot, and with a squeak, blood spurted out.
As a result, before I stepped on it for the second time, four or five pig-mouthed bats bumped into me. I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and left arm, like being cut by a knife. It was obviously that I had been bitten, and it was numb.
It's itchy and quite toxic.
While I was hurriedly dealing with these pig-mouthed bats, Zhenling Ermao had already passed me and crashed violently into the smoke.
Boom - there was a shocking sound, like thunder. Even I was shocked by the sound waves in the air and took two steps back. Then a pair of skinny palms supported me. I turned around and saw Larry with sloppy eyebrows.
Zen Master Lianzhu, whose beard was tangled, didn't say much after he helped me up, but rushed towards the darkness ahead.
I watched Zen Master Lianzhu escape into the darkness. As soon as I stood still, I saw Xiaoyao and Duoduo being thrown away. I reached out to catch them and asked what was going on.
The little demon angrily said that Zhou Lin relied on the mountain to build a barrier formation on the hole. Er Mao bumped into it. As a result, his spirit body collapsed and he almost died. I said it's impossible, Er Mao's image
It's so powerful and black smoke is billowing out, why is it so careless?
The little demon looked behind us, but Duoduo answered me, saying that Er Mao had left the center of the formation, was subdued by us, and had no support. This was one of the reasons. The most important thing was the old monk Grandpa's Xiaguang,
It was so powerful that poor Er Mao only had 20% of his usual strength.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly and said if I had known you, you should have called it Jiumao, then it wouldn't be so hard right now...
I was having fun here, joking, but I never thought that both Duoduo's attention was looking behind me, and they didn't pay attention to me at all.
In front of Zhou Lin, black smoke billows from the formation, and there are mixed paths. The young monk Shi Yongkong and Zen Master Lianzhu are breaking the formation. There are many people and the crowd is crowded. However, the great monk Shi Fang, who is holding a Zen staff, is afraid of accidentally injuring others, so he stands
Outside the array, I helped fend off the black pig-mouthed bats that flew out. I didn’t go forward to join in the fun. I felt the cold air from behind, which became more and more solid like frost, and then there was the sound of huge animals walking.
Each foot mark made the ground tremble.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound was getting closer, and I was so nervous that I could hardly breathe. I held my sword and stared at the end of the corridor. I shouted towards the black mist with a trembling voice: "Old Xiao, I will
, have you done it well over there? I guess we can’t stand it here!”
After the sound of gold and iron clashing, the voice of the mixed-haired path seemed to float from the distant mountains: "Holy shit, Zhou Lin is a bitch who took hormones. His formation is as old as when it was just unearthed, and it is so strong.
I'm afraid, even if Fat Hen comes over, he won't be able to handle it!"
I turned my head and wanted to rush into the black mist to see what was going on. However, at this moment, in my peripheral vision, a huge figure suddenly rushed out from the end of the corridor. It was too tall and could not be accommodated in the corridor, so it was almost crawling.
Come over here. Even though it's crawling, its speed is almost like running. Only then did I realize that the footsteps just now were actually made by a pair of hands.
The hands were green and black and plump, with earthworm-like veins and slippery, smelly pus. Looking up from the hands, it was a huge humanoid monster. Its head and hands were blue and black and tough, and there were many
The hair is as black as steel needles, and the body shows a grey-white and smooth color after blisters - it seems to be a product of the devil using many corpses to piece together at will. There are no facial features on the face, but many palms.
A big lump of meat, looking at it as a whole, has a sense of disharmony that makes people crazy.
This guy was crawling over like this, crying like a giant salamander from his mouth. The more immature he was, the more terrifying he looked.
Look at this monster crawling towards us. The cold black mist covering its body is transformed by countless resentful spirits. It shows countless ghost faces, crying or laughing, jumping or making noises. It has a weird atmosphere like hell. I
The great monk Shi Fang couldn't help but take several steps back. I shouted anxiously to the back: "That thing is catching up with me and I can't hold it back. What should I do?"
This time Zamao Xiaodao didn't say anything. The one who replied was the young monk Shi Yongkong: "Keep holding on for a while, and we have cleaned up the bats in this array. You must hold on, otherwise everyone will die!"
Hearing the young monk's urgent words with pleading, my heart sank. I held the ghost sword tightly. When I turned around, I saw that the corpse monster had rushed to a place seven or eight meters away, so I stuck the bright flashlight in my left hand.
On the ground, I tightened the wet wipes on my face. Even so, I was still dizzy from the overwhelming putrid smell.
I glanced at Shi Fang, who was holding a sixty-pound water-milled iron Zen staff next to me. This great monk also had a determined will in his eyes. He faced me, nodded, and sighed: "Amitabha!"
After reciting this Buddha's name, he seemed to pour out the breath and full fear in his chest and abdomen. He was one step ahead of me and rushed towards the corpse monster at the end of the corridor. The Zen staff in his hand was raised flat, like in the Middle Ages.
The heavily armored cavalry has an indomitable momentum.
At that moment, my blood was boiling with infection. I was not afraid of anything other than death. How could I be afraid of other things?
I also started to charge, following closely behind Shi Fang, walking fast.
Both sides were charging, and the distance of seven to eight meters was reached in the blink of an eye. Monk Shi Fang, who was the first to come into contact with the corpse monster, shook his Zen staff. The copper ring on it rang, and a red light appeared immediately, and he swept towards it.
The monster's neck was completely submerged, juices splashed everywhere, and black smoke billowed.
However, the power of the Zen stick's blow only ends here. The palms on the head of the corpse monster are not just decorations. They actually stretch out from the head. There are about four or five pairs of them, tightly grasping the end of the Zen stick, preventing them from advancing or retreating.
At the same time, the corpse monster's big hand that was gripping the ground began to move forward, reaching towards Shi Fang's chest.
The great monk used his left hand to resist. As a result, the giant hand with stacked corpses directly wrapped the great monk's right hand. Countless pieces of flesh spread like earthworms along the arm and towards his body.
How to fight such a monster? - When I rushed towards it, I was still thinking about this question, but I didn't get the answer.
I had to fight even if I didn't have an answer. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and maximize the potential of the ghost sword, slashing at the forelimb of the corpse monster wrapping Shi Fang's hand. This ghost sword was the body of a locust tree spirit monster.
Made of essence, it naturally has a strong adsorption effect on the Yin spirit body, and it is even strengthened by the talisman painting and seal carving by the Tianmai Talisman master.
The ghost sword struck the forelimb and immediately penetrated it, absorbing the Yin spirit on the large mass of flesh. Immediately, the vitality was lost. Shi Fang also took the opportunity to pull out his left hand, which was all wet.
The dripping light yellow corpse liquid had an unusual odor.
Once the blow was successful, I did not hesitate to fight. Instead, I avoided the forelimb swung from the left, danced the ghost sword, and cautiously made contact at the periphery. The two Duoduo next to me also followed up to restrain me. I was not in much danger here. As for the release,
Fang, he was struggling with the tug-of-war with the palms on the corpse monster's head. However, even though he had a strong and brute strength, he could not withstand the countless palms entangled on the corpse monster's head. For a time, it was almost a stalemate.
The time was only three or two seconds, Shi Fang was taking the main battle, and I was easily restraining him. Suddenly, darkness went over my head, and the cold aura shrouding the corpse monster's body swept towards me.