Zombies are the most evil things in heaven and earth that have accumulated grudges. They defy heaven and earth, come back from the dead, disrupt reincarnation, and blaspheme the souls of the dead. They are despised by all living beings. Zombies are essentially human beings. They know that they cannot be tolerated in heaven and earth, but because of the things they did before they were alive,
He is resentful and paranoid, so he fights for survival with others and wants to take his place. - "The Corpse Sect"
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Ping the village, the demonic atmosphere disturbs the sky!
Dongfang Fan, who was in the darkness, was cautiously alert to all possible crises around him. With the help of the weak connection between himself and the Soul-Calling Sword, he walked step by step towards the Corpse King Xuankui in the center of the village.
"Leave...or...die..."
A low groan accompanied by heavy breathing replaced the roar of the ferocious beast. Dongfang Fan turned around suddenly, only to see a strange jumping shadow not far away, emitting a special golden light.
"Here comes the sword!" Dongfang Fan pointed out his sword, and three silver-white sword blades flew out from the storage space. With a whoosh, they all rushed towards the golden shadow——
Unexpectedly, the three sword blades disappeared like nothing, without even a single echo. The golden shadow was still beating happily there.
Dongfang Fan frowned, opened the storage space again, took out the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant, and the nameless sword strings appeared on the piano. Without pressing the strings, he shouted: "Summon the Soul!"
"clang!"
The word "calling the soul" echoed for a moment, and a blood-colored flying shadow came quickly, and finally flew into the Jiuxiao Huanpei - the "Calling the Sword to Return to the Clan" of the Jiuxiao Huanpei is still effective in this world.
With the soul-summoning sword in hand, Dongfang Fan no longer had any scruples in his heart and immediately rushed towards the golden light and shadow...
"Leave...or...die..."
It was still the same deep voice, but Dongfang Fan was not the kind of person who would be easily scared away.
The closer he got to the golden shadow, the stronger the pressure on Dongfang Fan became. If his body had not been transformed by the Blood Soul Crystal and other gods, he would have been unable to move forward at this time.
The shadow in front of him was very close, only about a hundred meters away. Dongfang Fan could even see the beating shadow: it was a very petite zombie, only about 1.4 meters tall.
He is wearing a set of golden dragon robes - those golden rays of light are emitted from this dragon robe.
"Leave~~~~or~~~~die~~~~"
Dongfang Fan saw with his own eyes that little zombie covering his throat and threatening Dongfang Fan a hundred meters away with a very funny voice - could this be the "disaster" that the founder of the Yin Corpse Sect was afraid of?
"No matter what, judging from his purple-black skin, he is undoubtedly a zombie... In order to avoid the disaster, we can only..." Dongfang Fan's eyes flashed, and he accelerated, the soul-calling sword's blood glow was at its peak.
The zombie stabbed diagonally into the heart from behind——
"Ah~~~~~~~!!!"
The little zombie raised its head and screamed, and the blood on the Soul-Calling Sword was gradually dyed purple-black. Dongfang Fan was shocked, feeling that an unknown attack was coming, and immediately released the Soul-Calling Sword and flew back quickly!
"Ah~~~I'm dead~~~~" The little zombie screamed and fell down, its limbs twitched for a moment, and finally stopped moving.
After being vigilant for more than ten minutes, Dongfang Fan stepped forward cautiously. When he saw the little zombie's eyes closed and his body motionless, he was shocked and said, "Could he just die like this?"
"Bah——!" Dongfang Fan pulled out the Soul-Calling Sword from the back of the little zombie. A trace of the blade was dyed black.
Dongfang Fan stared at the Soul-Calling Sword for a long time, then looked at the little zombie, but happened to see the little zombie with its eyes open. Dongfang Fan looked at it like this, and quickly closed his eyes again.
"Sure enough... does this zombie want to pretend to be dead and get away with it? A smart zombie..." Dongfang Fan squatted down and stared at the face of the little zombie, but held his breath and made no sound.
After a while, the little zombie couldn't feel the presence of the person and opened his eyes again. But this time - their eyes met. The little zombie knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, and he was ready to jump up and run away.
"bass--!"
Dongfang Fan casually stabbed the Soul-Calling Sword into the little zombie's back again, nailing it to the ground, unable to move!
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Let me go! Or I'll bite you to death!" The little zombie struggled to break away from the soul-summoning sword, but Dongfangfan pressed the hilt of the sword firmly and let the little zombie struggle no matter how hard he tried.
It can only stick to the ground.
"Boy, if you can speak human language, just answer me: Who are you? Where do you come from?" Dongfang Fan looked at this harmless little zombie, and his vigilance relaxed a lot.
"I'm a zombie, I climbed up from the ground!" The little zombie showed two tiger teeth and kept grinning at Dongfang Fan, as if he wanted to bite someone.
"Okay, let me ask you again: Did you do the fog around here? If you are perfunctory again this time...I will kill you." Dongfang Fan's eyes showed murderous intent, and he lightly shook the soul-summoning sword in his hand.
"So what if I did it? You can't kill me anyway. If you let me bite you now, I might consider letting you live for a while, otherwise..." The little zombie chuckled, as if he wanted to threaten Dongfang
Fan.
"The last question...are you the 'disaster' that has been suppressed by the zombie king Xuankui for countless years?" Dongfang Fan asked directly, although he did not think that the little zombie had the power to bring disaster to the world.
"Wrong, wrong! I am not a disaster! I am a drought!! You must have found the wrong zombie!! Let me go quickly!" The little zombie's limbs twisted exaggeratedly, except for the body that was nailed by the soul-calling sword.
Unable to respond to its actions.
Dongfang Fan also noticed the anomaly at this time. Not to mention the unknown origin of the Soul-Calling Sword, its material also needs to be explored. Maybe the nature of the sword has a certain restrictive effect on zombies.
"As far as I know, there is a zombie that represents disaster to be unearthed here... If you are not... then at least you know where the zombie I am looking for is? If you don't tell me, I will kill you for the rest of your life.
Nail it here, and then ask the seniors in the zombie exorcism world to bring their disciples here to treat you as a physical textbook. What will they do to you...I can't guarantee...I heard that some will use the hands and feet of zombies.
It looks like taking it back for experiments...it's really cruel..." Dongfang Fan stood up and waved his hands helplessly.
"No~~~~~ I'm just a zombie doing my job. I've never killed anyone, and I've never harmed anyone. How can you bear to treat a kind and innocent little poor zombie like this?" The little zombie began to complain.
, the struggle became more intense.
"It seems you still refuse to say...Okay, I'll call someone over right now..." Dongfang Fan turned around and left. No matter how much the little zombie begged, he wouldn't stop.
Seeing that Dongfang Fan was about to disappear from sight, the little zombie finally couldn't help the fear in his heart: the last time the people who were expelled from the zombie world were sealed for thousands of years, what if they fell into the hands of the exorcist world again this time?
, even if it is sealed for thousands of years, it is not impossible.
"Don't go~~~I am! I am the disaster you are talking about! Drought Demon is a disaster~~~~" the little zombie screamed, and Dongfang Fan turned around and returned at this time.
"Are you lying to me again? That disaster is something that can harm the world. How can you harm the world just by yourself?" Dongfang Fan asked coldly.
"I'm not lying to you. These scattered black mist are my soul. Because I have been suppressed for more than five thousand years, my body has rotted. I have to disperse the corpse energy accumulated in my body to ensure that my body does not rot... Who
I know that the body of the body has deteriorated and cannot bear all the soul, so I force 99% of the soul out of the body, avoiding the tragedy of death by exploding the body, but it has also become a pattern that can be deceived by anyone... I
Although you call it a disaster, I have never had the idea of taking the initiative to kill someone. However, before I was suppressed, the people in the zombie world controlled me through Taoism and caused a lot of murderous karma. In fact, I am the same as you.
A good man who neither kills nor kills zombies! Look, I didn’t do anything to the zombie who suppressed me for five thousand years..." The little zombie kept talking. Although he knew in his heart that his identity would be exposed, he would attract murderous intent.
I don’t even want to fall into the hands of the corpse exorcism community.
"Well... if you stay with me from now on, I can save you from death... Do you have any objections?" Dongfang Fan believed in the little zombie. After all, a zombie with his own mind cannot be an ordinary character.
"Okay! In fact, I am very afraid of death! As long as you promise not to let others kill me, I will go with you!! Quick! Pull this sword out quickly, it has been absorbing the remaining corpse energy in my body. I was originally
It was very weak, and it is even weaker now... If you let it continue to be absorbed, even if you don't kill me, I will become an unconscious walking zombie due to lack of corpse energy..." The little zombie shouted anxiously, not being able to kill me before.
He said that the Soul-Calling Sword can absorb corpse energy because he was afraid that Dongfang Fan would know his weakness. But now that he said it, he had already expressed his sincerity of surrender.
Dongfang Fan was slightly surprised, and immediately took out the Soul-Calling Sword and looked at the sword body carefully——
There are already four black threads on the sword, and these four black threads exuding a cold aura cannot be erased.
"A sword hilt from another world...a blade formed by absorbing crystal nuclei...the combination of the two can actually absorb zombie corpse energy? Is there any connection here?" As Dongfang Fan thought in his mind, the little zombie was relieved.
He stood up and jumped to Dongfang Fan's side, with no intention of escaping.
"Where did you get this sword? It can actually absorb corpse energy. You must know that although corpse energy does not have much impact on this type of dead objects, it is absolutely impossible to be swallowed by ordinary dead objects... and
, this sword has the effect of imprisoning us zombies..." The little zombie looked over and looked at the Soul-Calling Sword in Dongfang Fan's hand, and said somewhat reluctantly.
"You mean sword? Do you know swords?" Dongfang Fan was stunned, and then he discovered something strange: the existence of swords began to rejoin the world within this six months, so why did the little zombie know "swords"?
"What are you talking about? A sword is a sword, and it's not a rare thing... Those old guys in the zombie world used peach wood swords to deal with me in the first place..." The little zombie was a little confused by the question.
"Dead object? Another world? Or... being squeezed out?" A flash of inspiration flashed in Dongfang Fan's mind, and he began to think to himself - if you can know why the Soul-Calling Sword can restrain zombies, it may be able to restrain zombies.
A weapon in the world.
This thought lasted for half an hour. The little zombie didn't take the opportunity to do anything he shouldn't do to Dongfang Fan. He just stood there and kept jumping around. At the same time, he absorbed the corpse energy around him at an extremely slow speed...
Suddenly, Dongfang Fan's eyes flashed, and he poured the law of the sword into the Soul-Calling Sword——
"Hoo~~~~~~!!"
As the law of the sword continues to strengthen, the surrounding black mist composed of corpse energy begins to pour into the summoning sword blade!
