The Taoist founder has turned into a corpse, and even the purple robe can't stand it

Chapter 21: Entering the city is a battle of resistance against thousands of ghosts! (Please read on)!

However.
As they flew behind the tree,

The scene before them stunned all the evil spirits.

"Fuck."

"The Ghost King is dead!!!"

"This Taoist Heavenly Master actually killed the Ghost King!!"

"coming?"

"Brothers, you're quite slow here?"

I saw several evil spirits dressed in servants' and maids' clothes appear.

Zhang Jiao waved his wrist,

The thunder in the palm of the hand spread rapidly!
boom--

The thunder swept past,

Those servants who were still confused were directly hit by the thunder and turned into ashes!

"Fuck, he's there, I see thunder."

"That guy killed several of our evil spirits again!"

"Charge! He's alone, and his thunder is almost used up. Tear him apart!"

"Whoever kills that man first will be rewarded by this Corpse King with a female ghost!"

at the same time,

The evil spirits surrounding him also came near Zhang Jiao.

See the scene where Zhang Jue uses heavenly thunder to kill those evil spirits.

The coffin-carrying corpse king immediately shouted,

Following the order from the Coffin-Carrying Corpse King,
Those evil ghosts and zombies who were afraid and wanted to retreat,

Each one of them was like a shot of chicken blood,
He rushed towards Zhang Jue fearlessly.

Using heavenly thunder to deal with ordinary evil spirits is extremely stupid in the eyes of the Coffin-Carrying Corpse King.

When they came to the world of the living,
He encountered obstruction from the Taoist priest in the mortal world.

No matter how powerful a Heavenly Master is, he cannot release Heavenly Thunder continuously for a long period of time.

Releasing the Heavenly Thunder consumes a huge amount of Taoist magic.
At the same time, the burden of releasing heavenly thunder for a long time is unbearable for the body of the Heavenly Master on earth.

No matter how powerful a celestial master is, he is still just a mortal.

Their bodies are not as good as the stiffened zombies.

It is even less than the taboos of Taoist immortals like Zhang Daoling of Jiuyou.

Therefore,
In the eyes of the coffin-carrying corpse king, the thunder from heaven is the death warrant from the heavenly master on earth.

The more you release,
The faster you die!
While the Coffin-Carrying Corpse King was supervising the battle,
boom--

A terrifying thunder.

It flowed out from Zhang Jue's hands as if it was free.

All of a sudden!

The area of ​​100 meters around Zhang Jiao seemed to have become a restricted area for thunder.

Anyone who is touched by the thunderbolt,

No matter whether it is an evil ghost or a fierce ghost, or a black zombie or a flying zombie, they will almost die if they are brushed against or destroyed if they are touched!

"Ha ha!"

"Kill, the more you kill, the faster you die!"

"Kill."

Feeling the forbidden thunder area around Zhang Jiao, even he was afraid of it.

The coffin-carrying corpse king has a hideous face.

however!
Soon, the hideous look on his face began to solidify.

Gradually turned into shock,
To the end,
There was no longer any smile on the coffin-carrying corpse king's face, instead there was an expression of incredible astonishment and fear.

He is scared!

It stands to reason,
This mortal master released so many heavenly thunders.

My body should have been unable to bear it long ago.

Even if the body can withstand it, the energy and spirit should be exhausted and the power of the thunder should be weakened.

But at this moment,

No matter how many evil spirits and zombies are put in.

The thunder magic of that Heavenly Master seemed to be endless.
Far from weakening in the slightest,

It’s getting more terrifying!
Rumbling--

Just as the coffin-carrying corpse king was stunned,
Zhang Jue took a step forward, and thunder spread out from his body.

It smashed towards the coffin-carrying corpse king.

"Fuck."

The coffin-carrying corpse king was stunned.

Is this coming directly at me?

It goes without saying how powerful the thunderbolts around Zhang Jiao are.

So many evil spirits and zombies filled it,

Just like making dumplings.
None of them are complete.

If he gets involved, he will probably lose a layer of skin even though he is the King of Corpses!

Bang—the coffin-carrying corpse king slammed the blood coffin behind him.

The bloody coffin rose into the sky.

boom--

With a loud bang, the blood coffin exploded.

The air was filled with corpse qi mixed with blood spurting out from the blood coffin.

Blood was spilled all around.
All the trees, rocks and ground that were touched were instantly corroded and formed holes.

Make a sizzling sound.

In that sticky corpse gas,
There stood a figure.

He was wearing a four-clawed python robe, and behind the figure, eight ghost hands like spider legs strangely appeared.

In that ghost hand.

It is also entangled with eight fine silk threads.

Held in the hand of the coffin-carrying corpse king.

Looking at the ghost standing in front of him, the coffin-carrying corpse king's expression became more and more ferocious.

Ghost Goblin!

It is a special existence that is half ghost and half zombie.

It is extremely difficult to refine.

The ghost in his hand was a noble prince in his lifetime.

If the resentment after death is not digested, it will turn into stiffness.

Being soaked in the water of the Nine Netherworld River for hundreds of years.

That's why he has become the half zombie, half ghost being he is today.

The eight spider-legged ghost hands behind Gui Xiao are made of incorruptible bones and many precious materials.

Not only is he extremely powerful,

The sharp ghost claws can easily tear apart flying zombie-level ghosts.

It can be said!
This ghost goblin is as powerful as the coffin-carrying corpse king.

Roar--

without any hesitation,

The moment the ghost appeared, the coffin-carrying corpse king moved the silk thread in his hand.

The ghost let out a terrifying growl.

next moment,
The ghost leaped up with the ferocious ghost hand behind him supporting his body.

It smashed towards Zhang Jue like a meteorite.

boom--

As the ghost approaches Zhang Jiao.

For a time,

The terrifying thunder wrapped around the ghost.
Under the raging thunder.

The python robe on Gui Xiao's body was directly vaporized, and his ferocious body was trembling and emitting white smoke under the baptism of thunder.

But surprisingly,

Facing the cover of [Yin·Nine Heavens Divine Thunder].

Didn't die immediately.
The thunder seemed to have aroused the fierceness of the ghost.
The green-faced monster with fangs growled softly and leaned over to bite Zhang Jiao's neck.

Zhang Jiao frowned slightly.

But it wasn't too surprising.

[Yin·Nine Heavens Divine Thunder] has lasted for too long.

The power has long since declined to the point where it is no different from ordinary thunder.

When facing low-level evil spirits and zombies, they can be killed instantly.

But when faced with such a difficult existence,
The thunder method is still not good enough!
but
"not dead?"

"Then give it another shot!"

A hint of coldness appeared in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and his left hand was placed on the handle of the Huang Tian Fire Blade.

"Hmm? There's a play??!"

"Bite him to death!"

"This Taoist priest has already exhausted all his means, come with me and tear him to pieces alive!!"

The coffin-carrying corpse king shouted as he looked at the evil ghosts and zombies that were almost escaping nearby.

What kind of heavenly master is this? !
What is thunder magic?
Vulnerable!!!
Wasn't it because he was killed by this corpse king?
Thinking of the huge commotion just now,
The Coffin-Carrying Corpse King could foresee that as long as he killed the Heavenly Master in the Human World, his status would definitely be above that of other ghost kings and corpse kings.

Maybe I can be valued by Lord Senluo Ghost King.

While thinking,
The coffin-carrying corpse king rushed towards Zhang Jue like a cannonball.

However.
When the coffin-carrying corpse king was approaching Zhang Jiao,
Pupils suddenly dilated.

He saw a flaming scimitar stabbing out from behind the demon.

The flames on the scimitar directly enveloped the ghost.

Before the coffin-carrying corpse king could take a breath, the scimitar slashed from the ghost goblin's back to his neck.
With a swipe of the scimitar, he cut off the ghost's head.

Zhang Jiao held the ghost's head in one hand.

Holding the Yellow Sky Fire Blade in one hand, he stood in suspension.

His cold eyes looked at the charging coffin-carrying corpse king without a trace of emotion.
(End of this chapter)