Zombie world, start with full level system of sorcery

Chapter 20

Seeing his success, Zhang Hanyuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ren Weiyong sucked Ren's hair clean with only a few breaths of effort.

Salivating blood in his mouth, he raised his head to the sky and howled, his clothes burst under the surge of corpse aura, and Ren Weiyong, who was originally thin and shriveled, suddenly raised his body in vain.

The dehydrated skin gradually develops fish scales, and the muscles beneath it expand and grow like balloons.

In a short period of time, Ren Weiyong turned into a three-meter-tall green-skinned brawny man, his eyes were all cloudy, and he stared at Zhang Yichu, revealing bloodlust.

At this moment, half of the more than 40 bronze-armored corpses have fallen to the ground under the hands of the Yin soldiers who blessed the imperial power.

It is worth mentioning that Dong Xiaoyu, who has recovered his strength, relies on half-step ferociousness, and is as if he has entered the land of no one among the corpses. The blood-red streamer can only trap but not kill. After eating zongzi, I struggled in vain.

Zhang Yichu caught a glimpse of Ren Weiyong, who was stalking him and was about to pounce on him, so he accelerated the speed of swinging the green fire chains in his hand, tied or pulled them, and cooperated with Dong Xiaoyu to trap all the bronze armored corpses who were still resisting.

After all, these bronze-armored corpses are very likely to become their own trophies. If they successfully obtain the corpse refining technique, their combat power will immediately increase by a large amount.

On the other hand, Zhang Hanyuan, who had achieved his goal, no longer had any scruples. Taking advantage of the short-term mana burst from the falling realm, he tried his best to throw away the magic talisman as if he didn't need money, and even suppressed Lin Fengjiao for a while.

However, the key to the outcome of this battle lies with Ren Weiyong and Zhang Yichu. After all, Zhang Hanyuan's outbreak at the moment is only at the end of his strength, and he will not last long at all. Lin Fengjiao knows this well.

"Senior brother, don't worry, you just let go and deal with the abandoned disciple of the dragon and the tiger. A jumping stiff who has just become a climate can't do anything to me."

These words were arrogant and arrogant, but Zhang Yichu's expression was cautious, and the human leather banner in mid-air behind him spit out yin, continuously replenishing the depletion of the Yin soldiers.

His individual strength is indeed not enough to deal with the current Ren Weiyong, but relying on the Yin soldiers he controls, it is not a problem to entangle and delay.

"Roar!!"

Before thinking too much, Ren Weiyong, under Zhang Hanyuan's intentional control, jumped into the air and rushed towards Zhang Yichu.

"Bold!"

General Ghost saw that Tiaozhi dared to go straight to his lord, Qingbai E's face showed fury, without Zhang Yichu's order, the ghost's aura burst out suddenly, and he raised his knife and flew away.

As a ghostly soldier and ghost, the Ghost General, at this moment, gave birth to a courageous aura, and the fierceness was clearly seen in his eyes full of yin.

"Die!"

Comparable to the jumping stiffness of a fierce ghost, the strength is naturally not only the general of the ghost realm can resist, Ren Weiyong easily resists a brave blow.

Ren Weiyong just swung his backhand, and the ghost general was directly scattered, leaving only a little light to escape, and flew back to Zhang Yichu's human leather banner.

Zhang Yichu looked stunned, he didn't expect General Ghost's reckless protection of the lord, but fortunately he still retained the original soul, and in the future he can reshape the ghost body with some means.

The ghost general's sacrifice was not useless, at least let Zhang Yichu know that Ren Weiyong's strength is not something his Yin soldiers can resist head-on.

At this moment, Zhang Yichu stared at Ren Weiyong who was about to pounce with indignation on his face, and suppressed the thought of saving this jumping body, and decisively pulled out a purple talisman.

It was the third-rank talisman of Wuleike that Lin Fengjiao had given before.

Taiyi Tianbao Extreme Thunder Talisman!
Under the surge of mana, the purple talisman blazed with thunder, ignoring the erosion of his cold mana by the thunder and lightning, he directly emptied his dantian, locked on Ren Weiyong with his mind, and threw the thunder talisman into the air.

"Boom!"

Under the clear blue sky, a purple thunderbolt as thick as a bucket exploded out of thin air, as tyrannical as a dragon overturning a river, swallowing Ren Weiyong straight into the thunderfield.

In just a few breaths, Ren Weiyong didn't even have time to scream and struggle, and turned into dust and dissipated with the wind.

It took only a moment for the Leifu to appear until Ren Weiyong was killed. Zhang Hanyuan heard the movement and turned his head to look, only to see a huge pothole suddenly appearing on the cemetery, with plumes of green smoke rising from it, and there was no shadow of Ren Weiyong jumping stiff.

Zhang Hanyuan's countenance changed suddenly, and he looked at the culprit, Zhang Yichu, whom he regarded as an ordinary character, wishing to swallow him alive.

Lin Fengjiao, who had a panoramic view of everything, smiled gratifiedly. Although she gave up on the surface the plan to experience Zhang Yichu alone with this matter, she still had a test in her heart.

If Zhang Yichu was reluctant to use that talisman and only placed his hopes on himself, without the courage to make the best use of everything and break it when it is broken, then it is impossible to let him stay by his side for a few more years to sharpen his mind.

Lin Fengjiao's eyes turned cold when she saw Zhang Hanyuan who was about to draw out his hand to deal with her junior brother.

"Hmph! It seems that the former high-gong masters are nothing more than that. They are also not good at talismans and spells. They only know how to suppress others."

"So that you can see what a talisman is!"

Lin Fengjiao stepped on her sword and stayed in the air, and took out a fiery gilded talisman paper from her cuff, soaked in a little blood from her fingertips, and the talisman paper ignited bloody flames, soared into the sky, and swelled into a monstrous fire.

"cry!"

A bird's song burst out from the flames, and a pair of huge golden phoenix with wings that could cover the entire tomb came out.

When the wings were flapped, a meteor-like fireball surged up, and the curtain constructed by Zhang Hanyuan with the help of spells and talismans was easily torn to pieces.

"Six-patterned golden phoenix and the great talisman?!"

Zhang Hanyuan exclaimed, he never thought that Lin Fengjiao could draw such a high-grade talisman, before he had time to think about it, a mouthful of blood was stimulated and sprayed directly on the black gold Taoist robe he was wearing.

In an instant, the Taoist robe quickly opened, wrapping Zhang Hanyuan inside.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!!"

After a burst of collisions, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Zhang Hanyuan lay half down on the ground in embarrassment, several big holes were torn in his Taoist robe, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

After sacrificing a defensive magic weapon, he finally withstood this wave of offensive. Zhang Hanyuan bared his teeth, glanced at the Taoist robe in pain, and then sneered again.

"Such a powerful talisman, I don't believe you can inspire it a second time."

Lin Fengjiao, who was standing in mid-air with a sword, suddenly turned pale, and the excessive mana was overdrawn, making the magic sword under his feet flicker and almost dissipate.

Lin Fengjiao had no choice but to retreat and fly to the ground.

"So what, you are being backlashed by magic power, unable to move, can you fight back?"

"Junior Brother Yichu, I leave it to you."

After all, Lin Fengjiao sat cross-legged on the ground, closed her eyes and mobilized Zhou Tian to recover her mana, treating Zhang Hanyuan in front of her as a dead person.

Zhang Yichu came over in response, the current Zhang Hanyuan was just a piece of meat on the chopping board, the only thing he was worried about was whether the corpse refining technique that he had been obsessed with was actually on him.

Picking up a stone and throwing it towards Zhang Hanyuan's head, without mana to protect his body, he was no different from an ordinary mortal, and fell to the ground in a daze, unconscious.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoyu, take everything off this old boy."

"Yes!"

Zhang Yichu was cautious, he was afraid that if this old man kept his back, it would be bad if the gutter capsized.

The two female ghosts quickly found everything on Zhang Hanyuan's body, and even moved the coffin of the magic weapon that fell aside to Zhang Yichu.

A dilapidated magic weapon black robe, a light yellow wooden talisman box, but there is no talisman left in it.

The things were very complicated, Zhang Yichu scanned them one by one, until he saw a piece of folded leather paper, he spread it out in his hands, and the three characters of corpse refining technique came into view impressively.

(End of this chapter)