After waking up from a thousand years of sleep, the 749 Bureau came to the door

Ailao Mountain.

At this moment.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain was pouring down.

The ancient tomb was washed by the drizzling rain, the soil was muddy, and the tombstone finally collapsed.

Following closely.

Boom! !

A bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, illuminating the eternal night here and the zombie king who stood up from the coffin.

Lao Chen and the others could clearly see the appearance of the zombie king.

A mouth full of fangs, skin dry and sticky, white corpse gas coming out of his mouth, like an emperor among corpses, every move was gripping and oppressive.

Even if they were a few meters apart, just a glance would make people shudder.

"Roar!!"

The zombie king roared to the sky.

The sound shook the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky were rumbled and rolled.

Old Chen's scalp tingled at the sight, and his roar caused strange phenomena in the world. This was...

"Hanba blood."

I don't know if it was because of the rain or because he learned that the zombie king had transformed and had Hanba blood, but he felt cold hands and feet.

But even so.

He did not retreat, but gritted his teeth and was ruthless.

Clang!

The peach wood sword in his hand danced, slashed his palm, and blood soaked the sword tip, and Old Chen roared.

"Sprinkle the cinnabar inkstone formation, and sacrifice blood to strengthen the formation!"

"Yes! Uncle Master!"

Ah Zhen and the others quickly came to their senses after hearing it.

Although they were trembling with fear, they did not run away. Even though they knew that they might be in danger today, they knew that they must not let the zombie king leave Ailao Mountain.

With this belief.

Old Chen and his four disciples risked their lives. While the zombie king was looking at them, they slashed their palms and sacrificed their own blood to strengthen the four-way exorcism formation.

At this moment.

Deep in the unknown Ailao Mountain, there is a magic array that illuminates the deep forest.

The light enveloped the ancient tomb.

The Zombie King was drowned by the magic array light.

However, despite the great momentum, the effect was minimal.

The Zombie King was enveloped by the light, and except for the hissing sound on his skin, he was not hurt at all.

Even Lao Mu, whose life and death were unknown, woke up in this movement, regardless of his own injuries, dragged his body, staggered and helped Lao Chen to help the array eye.

Two yellow-robed Taoist priests served as the array eye.

They couldn't shake the Zombie King.

Lao Chen and Lao Mu looked at this scene with some fear in their eyes.

At the same time.

The Zombie King twisted his neck with a creaking sound, looked at Lao Chen and the others, and exhaled a breath of corpse gas.

The next second.

Without saying anything, it jumped with its legs, spanning several meters, and jumped directly from the coffin into the air. In the eyes of the disciples, it fell from the air in front of Lao Chen and the others.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

The Zombie King stretched out his hands and grabbed Lao Chen and Lao Mu's shoulders.

"Ah!!!"

The screams cut through the sky.

The Zombie King's fingers pierced through the shoulders of the two men, and blood oozed out and was absorbed by his dry fingers, like a sponge absorbing water.

If this continues.

Lao Chen and Lao Mu will be sucked dry.

"Master!"

The disciples were extremely anxious and could only frantically sacrifice blood to the magic circle in order to repel the Zombie King.

But it was useless.

The Zombie King, who had transformed into the blood of Hanba, was invincible in the flesh. The four-sided formation for exorcism could not deal with it, and could only tickle it.

At this critical moment.

A golden sword made of ancient copper coins shot out like an arrow and hit the chest of the Zombie King.

Suddenly.

Under the huge force.

Although the Zombie King was not hurt, he was also repelled and took two steps back.

The disciples subconsciously looked in the direction where the Golden Money Sword came from.

Their faces suddenly became overjoyed.

In front of them, a figure, like a dragonfly skimming the water, stepped on the leaves on the tops of the trees in the forest, and came as fast as a swallow.

The man who came was also a middle-aged man.

He carried several Golden Money Swords on his back, and with two fingers together, the Golden Money Sword that had previously repelled the Zombie King flew towards the Zombie King without wind, and several Golden Money Swords on his back also flew out.

"It's the night watchman."

Lao Chen was also surprised to see this.

"Zhang Feng from Maoshan."

Lao Mu also recognized the identity of the night watchman.

This is the deputy head of Maoshan, Zhang Feng, a Taoist priest in red. I didn't expect that the night watchman called by the 749th Bureau would be him.

On the other side.

The disciples were all happy to hear what Lao Chen and the others said.

But he was just too happy.

He didn't notice that the ground of the tomb, which was washed and exploded, was shaking like breathing. It seemed that there was something underground. He didn't notice it.

Everyone's attention was on the Zombie King.

"You help me, I will deal with it."

As soon as the night watchman Zhang Feng came up, he rushed directly to the Zombie King without saying a word.

For a while.

The night watchman Zhang Feng and the Zombie King were entangled together.

"Roar!!"

With the fighting between the two and the deafening roar of the Zombie King, the sunken ancient tomb surged more and more, and finally in the deeper part of the landA bronze coffin was revealed.

The coffin was extremely simple and ancient.

You could tell at a glance that it was very old.

It was much older than the coffin that buried the Zombie King.

No.

The two seemed incomparable, the bronze coffin was too high-level.

At the same time.

The battle between the Night Watchman Zhang Feng and the Zombie King continued.

"Is the Zombie King going to transform into a drought demon?"

Old Chen's face changed continuously.

He didn't expect that even if the Night Watchman took action, the Zombie King was not suppressed.

Even, as time went by, the Night Watchman Zhang Feng's expression became more and more exhausted, as if he was gradually losing strength and could not deal with the Zombie King.

In fact.

Night Watchman Zhang Feng did not expect that he, the Night Watchman appointed by the 749th Bureau, could not deal with a Zombie King.

His face was solemn.

It seems that the two yellow-robed Taoist priests reported something wrong. They underestimated the Zombie King. This Zombie King probably had the blood of Hanba long ago, and is now using his own Hanba blood to transform into Hanba.

At least half of the corpse blood in his body has transformed into Hanba blood.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with the Zombie King.

Hmm?

With a thud.

The sound coming from the ancient tomb attracted the attention of the night watchman Zhang Feng, and also attracted the attention of the Zombie King.

When he saw the bronze coffin in the ancient tomb.

The Zombie King felt a palpitation.

The night watchman Zhang Feng, Lao Chen and his group changed color.

"There's more?!" Disciple Ah Zhen's heart was beating wildly.

Lao Chen's heart also skipped a beat: "Another coffin..."

He understood much more than his disciple Ah Zhen. Just by looking at the simplicity and exquisiteness of the bronze coffin, he could be sure that the things inside were definitely not simple, otherwise how could it be higher than the level of the Zombie King's coffin.

Night watchman Zhang Feng's face was extremely heavy.

We haven't dealt with this zombie king yet, how come another one comes? Is the intelligence so wrong?

Everyone was thinking differently.

The lid of the bronze coffin was pushed open.

Then a hand stretched out from the coffin, pushed it open, and a young figure in a white robe stood up from it.

He didn't look like a zombie.

He had delicate skin, handsome face, extraordinary temperament, and bright eyes.

"Human?"

Night watchman Zhang Feng was stunned.

Whether from the appearance or the yang energy, the figure didn't look like a zombie, but more like a living person.

At this moment.

I saw the man holding his hands up, yawning, and stretching.

He looked around sleepily.

When his eyes swept over everyone, they finally fell on the zombie king.

"Huh."

The young figure uttered a light huh.

"Such a strong evil aura, how many sins have been committed... Never mind, it doesn't matter."

No sign!

Everyone, including the Zombie King, only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and when they looked at the young figure again, he had disappeared and appeared in front of the Zombie King.

Then.

The young figure stretched out a finger and flicked it on the Zombie King's forehead.

Bang————

One finger.

The arrogant Zombie King's head exploded in an instant.

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