Dongfang Fan was a little surprised. He didn't think there was any flaw in his words, but what Ding Hemei said was the truth.
In fact, Ding Hemei didn't know the "truth". She just wanted to find a reason to kill Dongfang Fan and then frame the blame on the Corpse Sect.
"Ha, senior is joking, I'm just a commoner, how can I kill a disciple of your noble sect?" Dongfang Fan naturally couldn't admit it directly, so he immediately became humble.
"Your Excellency claims to have a master who can kill the corpse king Xuankui. It is said that famous teachers produce great disciples. Why should you belittle yourself? I won't make it difficult for you. Regardless of whether Liu Yumei was killed by you or not, she must be dealt with according to the rules of our corpse exorcism world...
Fighting corpses is the only way!" Ding Hemei frowned and shouted, this was the first time Dongfang Fan heard the term "fighting corpses".
"Zhuang Jing, what is corpse fighting?"
"Zombie fighting, just like the literal meaning, the two sides with grievances each send out their own zombies for a duel. The winning party has the right to choose to kill the other party in order to understand the grievances between the two parties. Moreover, once the zombie fighting is over, the loser will
The winner cannot resist the winner's right of life and death, otherwise, he will be hunted by the entire world of zombie exorcists." Zhuang Jing explained that she was only worried that it would be best if the Poison Corpse Sect did not send out the Corpse Emperor.
"Oh? There is such a custom... That's easy to handle... Okay, I'll follow your words, but I'm not a corpse chaser. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do..." Dongfang Fan was not convinced about this duel method.
I do agree that it is better to come with an open gun than to kill in secret.
"Don't say that I am not accommodating. As long as one of you can send out zombies, even if you don't own them, I will admit it!" Ding Hemei snorted coldly and thought: As long as you kill the sword master in front of you, you will be blamed.
The "master" who gave the corpse to the Yu Corpse Sect, then killed Zhuang Jing and put the blame on Jianjun, causing a dispute between the two sides. At that time, the Poison Corpse Sect could reap the benefits.
"Ha! Senior is so generous! Okay! According to what senior said, at this moment, right here, half an hour later - I will come to experience a 'corpse fight'!" Dongfang Fan grinned, and he was at peace with Zhuang in his heart.
Jing thought the same thing: on the contrary, she hoped that the Poison Corpse Sect would send out the Corpse Emperor.
Half an hour later, in Dongfang Fan, Zhuang Jing was invited into the forbidden area - the Poison Corpse Sect's meeting place.
At this time, it was already dusk, and the light of the setting sun was shining from the sky. In the open-air canyon, Dongfang Fan and Zhuang Jing were standing at the entrance of the canyon. Opposite more than twenty meters, stood Ding Hemei and a sedan.
There seemed to be one person sitting inside, while the other seventeen Poison Corpse Sect stewards were standing on both sides. There was already a coffin placed on the center of the field.
"The shape of the coffin... I didn't expect that the Poison Corpse Sect would send out the Corpse Emperor... Brother, they... really want to kill you..." Zhuang Jing said in surprise, hoping that Dongfang Fan would be more vigilant.
"That's very good... Zhuang Jing, don't you want to see what's inside the second coffin in Pingping Village? Then keep your eyes open..." Dongfang Fan stretched his right hand forward, and the storage space opened, revealing a black coffin.
It appeared bit by bit from the space in the void, and finally landed in front of Dongfang Fan.
The Poison Corpse Sect managers on Ding Hemei's side were all shocked: When had they ever seen such a method of summoning a coffin from the void?
"It seems that your Excellency also has a trump card... However, when you see the corpse in this coffin, you will know: all resistance is just stupid self-confidence! Come out of the coffin - the corpse emperor wins!" Ding He Meigao
shouted, and then poured a basin of blood on the stone platform in front of him onto the corpse emperor's coffin.
Only part of the blood was stained on the coffin, and a lot of blood dripped on the ground. The coffin was not completely covered with blood. However, a strange force caused the blood that did not fall on the coffin to slowly flow back.
After more than ten seconds, the coffin was dyed red with blood - the coffin lid slowly opened with a "bang"!
"roar--"
The low roar of the beast brings an even more threatening force!
It was a strange zombie more than two meters tall. Its body was covered with yellow pardon papers. Its hands like eagle claws exuded black corpse aura. At the same time, a strong smell of drugs began to permeate the air.
Dongfang Fan looked at the Corpse Emperor for a while, nodded repeatedly, and then shouted with a serious face: "Xiaoqiang! Bite him!"
Just when everyone was speechless at Dongfang Fan's shouting, the black coffin lid fell forward, and a small figure jumped out of the coffin——
The moment the little zombie appeared, he stared at the Corpse Emperor not far away, and soon he was drooling!
"It smells so good~~ Can I really bite him?" The little zombie's voice came into Dongfang Fan's mind. The connection between the two is naturally a spiritual contract: this kind of contract does not distinguish between races, as long as both parties have their own spirits,
It can be achieved.
"Speak, you're welcome... You are allowed to use soul summoning when necessary." Dongfang Fan responded. After absorbing 99% of Han Bao's corpse energy, the soul summoning sword can no longer be used by normal people. In desperation,
, can only wrap it up with black cloth, and then trap it with red rope. At this time, it is carried behind the little zombie - the little zombie is probably the only one who can use the "zombie transformation" soul summoning sword.
"Roar~~~! (I'm here to bite you~~!)" the little zombie roared excitedly. As a result, the cute cry was not only negative in terms of intimidation, it even made Zhuang Jing scream and pull out her legs.
He was about to rush up and hug him, but fortunately Dongfang Fan picked him up like a cat.
Back to the topic, the little zombie jumped and "rushed" towards Ying Gou. The latter seemed to have no desire to attack the little guy in front of him, and just stood there, motionless.
"Hmph! You want to compete with the Corpse Emperor with corpses of this level? Should I praise your courage, or mock your ignorance? Do it!" Ding Hemei had a sinister expression on her face, and immediately knocked on the sedan next to her, shouting loudly.
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The figures in the sedan moved, and then Corpse Emperor Yinggou made some movement——
"roar--!!"
Ying Gou took a step forward and swung his claws towards the little zombie. However, the little zombie's jumping power was very strong. Just when he saw Ying Gou's attack, he immediately jumped ten meters into the air. When he came down again, his feet stepped on it.
On top of Ying Gou's head.
"Roar~~~! (I'm going to start~~~!)" The little zombie turned his head, roared again, and then made a deep breath. After a while, black corpse energy quickly poured out from Ying Gou's body.
, and all of it flows into the nostrils of the little zombie.
The little zombie is obviously trying to steal the zombie energy from the corpse emperor Ying Gou!
"Quick! Knock him down!" Ding Hemei shouted anxiously and hammered the sedan with her left fist.
The corpse emperor's hook claws immediately hit his head. The little zombie had no choice but to jump down. However, the connection with the zombie emperor's corpse energy was still there, but it was slightly weakened.
The little zombie didn't mind taking it slower and started running around the field. The Zombie King Ying Gou followed behind him and kept chasing him. However, he was helpless because of the quick movements of the little zombie and was unable to effectively hurt the opponent for a while.
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The eighteen people on the Poison Corpse Sect side are all anxious, and Ding Hemei is the most anxious among them. After all, the outcome of this corpse fight will directly determine the life and death of both parties. You can tell by the gritted teeth and frowning expressions on their faces.
The level of anxiety in your heart.
"Where did this kid get such a corpse? It can absorb the corpse energy of other corpses. I have never heard of this kind of thing...could it be that...the corpse king was killed? Is this little corpse in front of me a fake?
The zombie is the Corpse King?" Ding Hemei has never seen the Corpse King Xuankui, so naturally he can only judge based on his own conjecture.
"Don't you want to absorb the corpse energy? Okay! I'll let you inhale it! Release the corpse poison!" Ding Hemei became angry again and kicked the sedan chair with her left foot. The whole sedan chair swayed for a long time before it calmed down.
At the same time, the Corpse King stopped chasing, the yellow paper of pardon on his body began to fall, and traces of blood-black corpse energy spurted out from his body, actively rushing towards the little zombie!
"Oops! Brother! Let Xiaoqiang stop absorbing corpse energy! That is Yinggou's corpse poison, which is different from ordinary corpse energy! In addition, Yinggou has cultivated a large amount of poison through the Poison Corpse Sect, this poison can make all
The zombie surrendered to it! Let Xiaoqiang come back quickly!" Zhuang Jing grabbed Dongfang Fan's sleeve, pointed at the little zombie and shouted anxiously.
"Uh... there's nothing I can do... the people on earth can't stop that little guy anymore..." Dongfang Fan shrugged and said that the little zombie had reported back to him, saying that the poison was ineffective on him.
However, Dongfang Fan also expected it: the little zombie's true body is the corpse demon Hanba. According to the little zombie's words, he has been suppressed for five thousand years. In other words, the little zombie's cultivation level is at least five thousand years. The zombie emperor wins.
Gou only has two thousand years of cultivation, so there is no way that this 2.5 times difference will affect Gou's success.
"Roar~~~~! (It's so delicious~! More~!!)" the little zombie roared happily. Three minutes later, the little zombie was still absorbing the corpse poison, and there was no sign of slowing down.
, at this time, Ding Hemei finally realized: the zombie king's corpse poison had no effect on this little zombie!
"Damn it! Did you use all your strength?! You little girl, do you want to kill me?!" Ding Hemei saw that the situation was extremely unfavorable to her, and she was so anxious that she actually reached into the sedan chair.
He grabbed the person inside and locked the person's throat.
"It's her!!" Dongfang Fan's eyes were fixed, and his heart moved. His fingers instantly condensed the sword intent, and the sword energy burst out of the air and hit Ding Hemei's right arm. Suddenly, blood sprayed and screams reached the sky!
Ding Hemei covered the cut of her right hand and screamed hysterically. At the same time, the little girl who was strangled by her neck fell down, and the "cat tail hat" on her head fell to the ground. The little girl's eyes were blank.
Looking ahead...
"It's Que'er!" Dongfang Fan jumped up, took out a long sword from the storage space, wielded the sword and walked away, crossing the corpse fighting venue and landing next to Tong Que'er's fallen body...
