Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 107 The power of the corpse immortal
The wounds torn by the Mandrill King were also healing visibly, and the broken bones made a "clucking" sound and quickly healed.

After a while, Zhang Yi was completely intact, as if he had never been injured!
"It seems that today is destined to be your death!"

Zhang Yi sneered and walked towards the Mandrill King.

"Roar!"

The mandrill king was furious and pounced on Zhang Yi again, his ferocious face full of madness.

But this time, Zhang Yi no longer dodged, but went forward and punched the Mandrill King in the face.

"boom!"

The fist collided with the head, making a muffled sound.

The mandrill king's head exploded instantly, brains splattered and blood spurted out.

But it didn't take it seriously at all, and instead launched an attack with greater intensity. Its sharp nails scratched Zhang Yi's chest, leaving blood marks on the zombie's skin.

Zhang Yi groaned, but his feet did not move at all, and his fists hit the Mandrill King like raindrops.

The power of the zombies and the power of the demon collided in the air, erupting with earth-shattering power and making the cave tremble.

"Hehe, it's not bad. It can withstand my attack."

The Mandrill King smiled solemnly and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"I want to see how long your zombie body can last!"

"Zombie body?"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, and the zombie energy all over his body surged, turning into a black mist, shrouding his body.

"I am Zhang Yi, a purple-robed warlock. How can I be provoked by a low-level demon like you?"

After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered words, and saw countless rays of golden light spurting out from his body, converging into a huge magic circle in front of him.

"Seven Star Ghost and God Array!"

Zhang Yi shouted loudly, pushed out with a palm, and the golden magic circle instantly enveloped the Mandrill King, locking it firmly inside.

"what!"

The Mandrill King let out a scream and struggled to break out of the confinement, but the power of the magic circle was so powerful that it was unable to move at all.

"This...how is this possible..."

The old man in black robe on the side widened his eyes with disbelief on his face.

"A zombie can activate such a profound magic. What on earth is going on?"

Zhang Yi didn't seem to hear his words. He stared at the Mandrill King in the magic circle and slowly raised his right hand.

The five fingers flexed slightly, and an invisible force suddenly shot out from the fingertips and sank into the Mandrill King's body.

"Roar!"

The Mandrill King roared again, the blood vessels all over his body bulged, his muscles twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, and his limbs twisted and deformed weakly.

I saw that its body began to expand rapidly, swelling several times in the blink of an eye, and its skin was so stretched that it was about to burst.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed and he shouted lowly.

In an instant, the zombie energy in the Mandrill King's body suddenly exploded, and countless blood arrows spurted out from all parts of its body.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "crash", and its body exploded from the inside out, turning into a puddle of bloody mud that spilled onto the ground.

"This this……"

The old man in black robe was stunned and could not even speak.

He never dreamed that the mandrill king he had carefully cultivated would be killed by a zombie in such a brutal way!

"伱...who are you?"

After a long time, he finally found his voice, pointed at Zhang Yi, and asked word by word.

"I told you, I am Zipao Zhang Yi."

Zhang Yi said calmly, with no expression on his face.

"you you……"

In panic, Ye Gucheng turned around and wanted to run away.

"Run? You want to run now, it's too late!" Zhang Yi snorted coldly, and in a flash, he stopped in front of Ye Gucheng.

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing Ye Gucheng's throat.

"No...don't kill me..."

Ye Gucheng was so frightened that he begged for mercy again and again.

But Zhang Yi turned a deaf ear and squeezed Ye Gucheng's throat hard with his right hand.

"Pfft!"

Blood spattered, Ye Gucheng screamed, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Yi looked at his body expressionlessly and slowly retracted his right hand.

Blood flowed down between the fingers, dripped on the ground, and seeped into the soil.

Just when Zhang Yi turned to leave, a strange sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Hiss..."

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Zhang Yi turned around suddenly and saw Ye Gucheng's body slowly standing up. The wound on his neck was healing rapidly, and the broken bones were also "rattling" and reconnecting.

"This...how is this possible..."

Sato and Mustachio were so frightened that they turned pale and backed away.

But Zhang Yi was unmoved at all and looked at Ye Gucheng coldly, without a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Haha, it's just as I expected."

He sneered, put his hands behind his back, and said leisurely: "You old guy, you have indeed learned the corpse demon technique. No wonder you can hold on under my hand for a while longer."

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Gucheng looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice hollow and gloomy.

He raised his head and saw that his old face had become smooth and delicate, and two evil red lights shot out of his eyes.

"Yes, thanks to the corpse demon magic, I can come back to life and regain my life at the critical moment of life and death!"

He said with a ferocious smile, licked the corners of his mouth, and stared at Zhang Yi greedily.

"I thought I was just a little warlock, but I didn't expect that he had such profound cultivation that he could even hurt my corpse demon body."

"It seems that if I can drain your essence and blood, I might be able to go one step further and break through to the realm of the Corpse King!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Gucheng's figure swayed and he came to Zhang Yi, smelling rancid and unpleasant.

"Roar!"

He opened his bloody mouth, his sharp fangs shone with cold light, and bit Zhang Yi fiercely.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, dodged and easily avoided Ye Gucheng's attack.

At the same time, he turned his right hand, and there was an ancient bronze sword in his hand. The sword was sharp and cold.

That is his Demonic Soul-Slaying Sword!

When Ye Gucheng saw this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by crazy killing intent.

"Hahaha, so what if you have the Demonic Soul-Slaying Sword? I am now in the body of a corpse demon and am invulnerable. You can't even think of hurting me at all!"

He laughed wildly and pounced on Zhang Yi again, his hands turned into sharp claws and grabbed Zhang Yi's heart fiercely.

"Hey!"

Zhang Yi sneered, and swung his long sword, green light flashed, and he did not avoid Ye Gucheng's claws head-on.

"when!"

The swords and claws clashed, making a crisp sound.

Ye Gucheng only felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and he was knocked back several steps. There were also a few blood marks on his hands.

"what?!"

He was shocked and looked at his hands in disbelief.

As a corpse demon, even swords, axes, and chisels can't hurt him at all, but Zhang Yi's sword can easily break through his defense. What's going on?

(End of this chapter)