The whole world is reborn

Chapter 42You can't bully people like this!
Emperor Pengyuan stared at the dark blue nuclei in Xu Zifan's hands with bright eyes, "Xu Zifan, give me this nuclei!"

"No!"

Xu Zifan stuffed the stiff core directly into his trouser pocket, "Want? Go kill a zombie yourself!"

Emperor Pengyuan's face darkened suddenly.

Are zombies so easy to kill?

The combat effectiveness of the fourth generation of zombies is comparable to the existence of the holy realm, no, it should be said that it is much more difficult than the existence of the holy realm, because the zombies are almost impossible to kill.

Besides, how many zombies are there in this world?

Even in his previous life, he had never encountered a zombie.

"This dead core is useless to you... so, as long as you give me the dead core, I will promise you one condition."

"Take off your clothes and go to the downtown area to dance in the square for an hour!"

"..."

At this moment, Emperor Pengyuan really wanted to rush forward and kick Xu Zifan's face fiercely with his big forty-yard feet.

"Brother Xu, how did you meet a zombie?" Tian Wuji asked curiously, but he also had some guesses in his heart.

"It seems to be monitoring Yuanyuan!"

"I was born early, is it caused by zombies?" Emperor Pengyuan frowned, "No, I have never had contact with any zombies in my previous life, why did they let me be born early? What is the purpose of doing this?"

"How do I know!" Xu Zifan curled his lips and said, "I asked before, but the zombie refused to tell me!"

"And you killed it?"

"Ok!"

Xu Zifan nodded, and took out the stiff core from his pocket.

Emperor Pengyuan was overjoyed, and looked eagerly at the dead core in Xu Zifan's hand.

However, Xu Zifan threw the dead core at Tian Wuji and said, "Help me hand it over to Xuexue."

"Brother Xu, what about you?"

"I beat the young one, but now the old one is here, I'll go and have a look!"

"what?"

The faces of Tian Wuji and Emperor Pengyuan changed slightly. Xu Zifan killed four generations of zombies. If other zombies came to take revenge, they would definitely be stronger.

"Could it be the three generations of Zombie Kings?" Emperor Pengyuan looked at Tian Wuji.

"How do I know!" Tian Wuji squinted his eyes, "Let's go first, if it's really the third generation of zombies, staying here will only drag Mr. Xu down."

Although the difference between the fourth generation of zombies and the third generation of zombies is only one generation, it is not an exaggeration to describe the difference in combat effectiveness as worlds apart.

It can also be seen from the name.

Three generations of zombies are known as Zombie King, the king of zombies.

Put away the stiff core, Tian Wuji turned and ran without any hesitation.

Emperor Peng Yuan followed closely behind Tian Wuji.

Xu Zifan put his hands behind his back and slid his right toe on the ground, looking very bored.

As time passed, Xu Zifan looked up at the setting sun, and muttered, "Did I guess wrong? Didn't the book say that zombies are very protective? Sure enough, fairy tales are deceiving!"

Suddenly!

Xu Zifan tilted his neck and looked to the right, only to see a figure suddenly appearing at an unknown time.

The visitor was wearing a brown gown, with neatly cut hair, a square face, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. Just standing there gave a very strong sense of oppression.

"You smell like Changxin... No, you have the smell of Changxin's dead core!" The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strange blood in them, "Hand over Changxin's dead core."

"No!" Xu Zifan looked up and down the middle-aged man with a smile.

Seeing Xu Zifan's attitude, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shook his head, "Family has family rules, clan has clan training, and members of the same clan should not kill each other. Now hand over Changxin's dead core, and I can let the past go, otherwise I will destroy your dead core. Follow the training of the clan."

"Uh!"

The smile on Xu Zifan's face stagnated, and he looked at the middle-aged man helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm not a zombie!"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man snorted and looked coldly, "In this world, there are many creatures with strong physiques. However, the only creatures with strong bodies who cannot absorb the aura of heaven and earth are the zombies."

Xu Zifan raised his eyelids and looked at the scalp of the middle-aged man. Could it be that the shorter the hair of the zombies, the shorter their knowledge?

"Stubborn!"

"Buzz!"

Before the words were finished, the figure of the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared in place, without any sound of breaking through the air, as if it had turned into a gust of wind, and seemed to have merged with this piece of heaven and earth, which was very miraculous.

"Boom!!!"

When Xu Zifan stepped forward, there was a deafening sound of breaking through the air, and curiosity flowed in his bright star pupils.

Seeing that Xu Zifan dared to fight back, Changsheng couldn't help being furious, his right hand became a claw, and the dark nails spread out, falling towards the opponent's shoulder.

"Remnant, afterimage?"

Chengzhao's right hand slipped from Xu Zifan's shoulder, Changsheng's face was full of disbelief, his speed was faster than mine?How is this possible?

The moment the afterimage disappeared, a palm suddenly appeared in Changsheng's line of sight, grabbing towards his recovered right hand.

"court death!"

Changsheng didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant.

"Snapped!"

Two palms intersect.

With a smile on the corner of Xu Zifan's mouth, he grabbed the opponent's palm.

"Crack!"

Changsheng raised his thick eyebrows, and the disbelief in his eyes became more intense, and he looked down at the four fingers that Xu Zifan pinched into twists.

"How many generations of zombies are you?" Changsheng's voice trembled.

From beginning to end, Changsheng believed that Xu Zifan was a zombie.

His majestic three-generation Zombie King, an existence that can compete with the pulse-refining state, is like a plaything in Xu Zifan's hands...

"I've said it all, I'm not a zombie, don't you have ears?"

Xu Zifan looked at Changsheng with some annoyance, pulled his whole body with his right hand, and stretched out his other hand to grab the opponent's heart.

"You want to take my dead core!"

Chang Sheng raised his head suddenly, his eyes were completely covered in crimson red, like the evil fire in hell being ignited, and the sharp white fangs protruded.

At the same time, the twist-like right hand pinched by Xu Zifan also recovered in an instant.

However, he still couldn't break free from Xu Zifan's right hand.

Seeing that Changsheng's fangs were protruding, his mouth was open and his head was raised.

"Snapped!!!"

Before Changsheng could roar, Xu Zifan slapped him and cursed, "Why do you zombies like to yell so much?"

The sharp fangs of the forest white snapped in response.

Normally, zombies don't feel pain.

However, the moment the fangs were snapped off, Changsheng was in so much pain that tears flowed out.

"This is impossible!!!"

You know, as the third generation Zombie King, its fangs are harder than high-level holy artifacts, how could it be broken with a slap?

At the same time, Changsheng trembled and twitched all over. Looking down at the arm that pierced his heart, he could clearly feel that his stiff core was being held by a big hand.

"Do not!!!!"

At this moment, Changsheng felt the threat of death, the pores all over his body burst open, and rolls of dark corpse air swept out, which could corrode everything, but it couldn't shake Xu Zifan at all.

"what?"

Just when Xu Zifan was about to pull out the rigid core of Changsheng, he felt a force as vast as the sea recovering from the rigid core.

(End of this chapter)