I Am the Corpse Master

　　If Jiang Lin can see that it is stage fright, then let alone chicken legs, it will eat sticks.

　　"The whip can't hurt, let you taste the power of the sword."

　　Jiang Lin waved his arm, and the Yang Finger Sword slashed diagonally.

　　But the incomparably sharp Yang Finger Sword slashed on the zombie king's body, as if it had slashed on a steel plate.

　　What this guy is wearing is not a dragon robe, but a turtle shell!

　　Jiang Lin clearly saw that when the sword blade slashed at the zombie king, the dragon robe he wore glowed, showing a dragon pattern.

　　The defense of the Zombie King is already perverted enough, and with this layer of dragon robe cloth armor, even a bronze sword stained with blood essence can't do anything about it.

　　When Jiang Lin launched the attack, the Flying Rat King was not idle. It slapped the Zombie King on the back with its extremely sharp front paws.

　　"Master, this guy is harder than iron lumps."

　　The Flying Rat King saw that his full-strength shot only made the Zombie King stagger, and he could not help but let out a strange cry.

　　Even the clothes are not torn, how is this fun?

　　Zombie King Green's faint eyes stared at the Flying Rat King. Although he was not injured, the big rat's slap just now made it very painful.

　　"Rat, you are courting death!"

　　The Zombie King turned into a yellow light, and the electricity shot towards the Flying Rat King.

　　However, before the zombie king's fist touched the target, its body was forced to stop moving.

　　"It's up to the master to fight mice!"

　　Jiang Lin's feet sank into the ground, and two trenches of five or six meters long were plowed on the ground.

　　The Yang Yan whip in his hand was wrapped around the zombie king. After Jiang Lin ordered the zombie king to stop moving, he pulled the fire whip and quickly approached the zombie king.

　　This dreaming zombie actually ignored him, how could he bear it?

　　Jiang Lin used his favorite slap in the face, his fist slammed directly into the face of the zombie king, knocking it seven or eight meters away.

　　"Sure enough."

　　Seeing that the dragon robe on the Zombie King glowed again, Jiang Lin confirmed his guess.

　　The dragon robe on the zombie king is not just a dragon robe. After thousands of years, the formation power of the Ninety-five Corpse Raising Array has been condensed on the dragon robe.

　　Now this zombie king is equivalent to blessing the effect of the corpse raising array on his body.

　　Although the repeated attacks did not cause any damage to the zombie king, Jiang Lin was not in the mood to care whether the attack had any achievements.

　　His eyes stared faintly at the dragon robe on the zombie king.

　　Almost drooling.

　　Jiang Lin had no way to arrange the Ninety-Five Corpse Raising Array, and even if he arranged it, it would not work, but now, he might graft the benefits of the Corpse Raising Array onto himself.

　　Just thinking about the effect of the Ninety-Five Corpse Raising Array, Jiang Lin's little heart almost jumped out.

　　This dragon robe, he must get it!

　　The zombie king who was beaten in the face by Jiang Lin was so angry that he was so angry that he had just gained a firm footing when the attack from behind arrived again.

　　With a long whistle, the Zombie King turned around and blocked another slap from the Flying Rat King with a punch.

　　The giant rat claws of the Flying Rat King were many times larger than the fists of the Zombie King, but the moment the claws and fists collided, the Flying Rat King felt the sharp pain of needle sticks coming from his claws.

　　Its entire body was also knocked five or six meters away.

　　Jiang Lin saw this scene in his eyes. Although the power of the big mouse was not comparable to that of the colorful tiger king, it should not be underestimated. In the process of confronting the zombie king, he actually fell behind.

　　The Flying Rat King let out a scream, its claws were too painful, and what annoyed it was the competition of power, that it was no match for the Zombie King.

　　Although the gap is not big, the power of the Zombie King overwhelms it.

　　"Fortunately, there is a master here."

　　Thinking that he was not dealing with a Zombie King alone, the Flying Rat King breathed a sigh of relief.

　　If it wasn't for Jiang Lin's presence, it would have slipped away long ago.

　　Faced with a zombie king whose strength, defense and resistance to beatings are all above it, don't run, wait to be drained of blood?

　　However, when the Flying Rat King saw Jiang Lin's gaze, it almost bit his tongue.

　　What does the master want to do to this zombie king?

　　Jiang Lin's eyes and expressions can easily make people imagine.

　　The Zombie King repelled the Flying Rat King, and looked at Jiang Lin again. For this troublemaker who slapped him twice and three times, he could not wait to linger him.

　　"I want you to wait for the nine clans to be executed!"

　　There was a creaking sound from the Zombie King's mouth.

　　Jiang Lin turned a deaf ear to the Zombie King's rage, and his eyes hadn't taken off from the Zombie King's robe.

　　The Zombie King squinted to look at Jiang Lin, not knowing what kind of look this scumbag looks like.

Even if it was a dream, Jiang Lin wanted to strip it away.