Reborn Zombie Supreme

It was pitch black above.

The big face pressed down more than a foot, almost pressing on the top of He Cheng's head. The smelly black wind in his mouth was like ocean waves, hitting He Cheng one after another.

With a body of more than thirty feet, he can see the scenery in front and behind him through the big hole in his chest.

It's a dark area, and you can see the golden bones in it, which are arranged very differently from humans, criss-crossing them.

The smelly black wind blew through the hole in his chest, squeezing out a whistle.

"Say, where?"

The big mouth almost ate him.

He Cheng leaned on the nine-tooth rake and remained indifferent, letting the black wind roll around him like a giant python a hundred feet long.

Bang!

He Cheng suddenly took a step forward, his knees broke through the strong wind, and the iron rake swung up to hit the big face above his head. He didn't need to aim at all, because the whole sky was covered with this big face.

"Hahahahaha!!"

The laughter seemed to have been expected. Looking at He Cheng's rake, it was as if the big face pressing on He Cheng's head didn't exist.

"Don't talk about you in this world. Even if Tathagata Buddha comes, he can't defeat me!"

"When did Tathagata Buddha become the unit of measurement for combat power?" He Cheng took a step back, picked up the nine-tooth rake and pointed it at the big face in the sky.

In fact, he already had a guess in his mind that this demon should be a dream demon. No matter whether gods, Buddhas, demons or ghosts, as long as they enter a dream and appear under his control, the dream demon in the dream is invincible.

If He Cheng didn't win, it would be difficult to hit him again.

But there was still one thing he didn't understand, so he asked: "How did you make me fall asleep?"

For hundreds of years, he has never slept in the true sense. Zombies are dead things. It would be a fantasy to sleep. Maybe he has become "alive" by becoming a drought demon?

"Hahahaha, I want you to sleep, how can you not sleep?" The dream demon never mentioned the reason.

The rake was swung left and right two or three more times before settling on the ground, shaking the ground.

He Chengxian is indeed in a dead situation now.

And outside of dreams,

There were beads of sweat on the E Yao's chin, and she looked nervously at He Cheng. Even now, she still doesn't understand why He Cheng suddenly fell asleep and was seriously injured.

Under the spruce tree,

The trunk of the spruce tree, which had long been burned to death by corpse gas, finally wailed and fell to the ground with a "bang".

He Cheng's chest was as big as the basin, and the round hole that almost cut it in two suddenly sprouted out fleshy sprouts. The golden broken bones also sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, growing rapidly. The black energy suddenly stopped. He Cheng's body was intact except for The clothes on his chest and back were still torn with big holes, and were badly burned by corpse energy.

…

In the dreamland,

The big face above the head suddenly shrank, the black clouds dispersed, and a man flew out, more than thirty feet tall.

Wrapped in black clothes, he looks like a Western vampire, with a mustache that floats in the wind.

"Hehehehehehe~"

He laughed strangely, his voice as ugly as ever: "You can't beat me, even though your body is indeed magical..."

How is this magical? It's simply weird. The Dream Demon has never seen anyone be able to reunite and recover from injuries in a short period of time. If he ate Taishang Laojun's golden elixir fairy beans, it would be excusable, but the problem is... he has always been... In a dream, with this magical power, there is really no one in the world who can kill him.

By this time, the dream demon was already feeling a little bit in trouble. If he couldn't kill the monster in his dream, and if he let the other person wake up, he would still be the one who would die.

He can't keep the other person trapped in his dream.

"That's not necessarily the case." He Cheng looked down at the injury on his chest, raised his feet and walked around. The rake was biting into the dream demon like a dragon's mouth.

The rake comes out like a gun, swings past, goes around again, and hangs upside down.

After all, He Cheng has practiced iron rake for hundreds of years. Although there are no rake tricks in the world, he is really not much weaker when fighting against the enemy.

The rake was fixed on the waist, and following He Cheng's move "Dragon Sea Overturning Wave", it spun like a top, and with the roaring wind, it was right in front of the dream demon.

The dream demon looked disdainful, raised his hand and pointed, and actually stopped the menacing rake. "Your skills are not tolerable."

The dream demon waved his hand again, but an invisible steel knife scraped against He Cheng's neck, slit his throat, and exploded with a "bang" on the hilltop in the distance.

He Cheng lowered his head and clamped the wound on his neck, but the corpse qi exploded fiercely. It turned out that when He Cheng gathered the corpse qi, he had gathered all the corpse qi in the throat above the chest.

When the corpse cried out that he had been killed unjustly, his resentment was stagnated in this place and he couldn't breathe out, so he turned into a zombie.

He Cheng had been experimenting with his body for a long time, and finally found that this was the only place that could hide his corpse energy.

With such a cut, even if He Cheng lowered his head early, tens of thousands of corpse energy experience points came out. The sky turned dark for an instant, but the dream demon's face suddenly changed.

However, the Dream Demon is also an expert at changing his face, and he quickly changed back to a confident smiling face: "You are no match for me!"

He still said the same thing, and his words were full of heavenly power. His body actually grew to a hundred feet tall, and his head had already reached into the clouds.

He Cheng frowned, thought again and again, and suddenly raised the rake and pointed it at his chest.

"Ding bang~" The rake shook open.

The body is like a shield, and the rake is like a spear.

He Cheng's current situation is that the shield is stronger than the gun.

"You still have to harm yourself."

He raised his claws, aimed at his heart and stabbed hard. The iron rake could only touch Martian's chest, and was scratched and penetrated by his claws. Corpse energy suddenly came out.

"you!"

The dream demon was startled, but he didn't expect that He Cheng would hurt himself first. Seeing the corpse's rage, he even left a sentence: "Next time we meet again, I will disappear."

Half an hour later, He Cheng opened his eyes.

"Master!" E Yao ran over and looked at the wound on his chest, but it healed instantly.

"I've been blinded by a lot of corpse energy in vain. This dream demon will definitely crush his bones and ashes next time I see him."

He Cheng is in a dream, and no matter what he does, it is impossible to affect the reality outside the dream. Only if he is injured in the dream will it be fed back to reality.

This is the only way to communicate between dreams and reality. When He Cheng is injured, the corpse energy in his body will erupt uncontrollably.

The dream demon avoided talking about how it brought He Cheng into the dream. It was only possible that the dream demon was near He Cheng and cast a spell to make He Cheng fall into the trap.

Thinking about it again, it is easy to understand that He Cheng's neck was injured and the dream demon's face changed drastically when the corpse energy erupted. Because the dream demon was around him, he was afraid of being hurt by the corpse energy, so he naturally ran away as far as he could. .

"How long have I been sleeping?" He Chengyi raised his hand and sucked out the corpse poison from the demon's body.

"Master, you fell asleep just five hundred miles after leaving Moyun Cave. It has been half a day."

"This dream demon... there is no way to deal with him now. Let's go to the West Sea first."

Self-harm every time is not an option either.

…

He Cheng once again took E Yao to the west.

It's just that they went all the way to the west, but they didn't find a fairy home, and they didn't even meet anyone with a high level of cultivation.

When they approached the west seaside, listening to the sound of the waves, the two landed on the ground and prepared to find a nearby land god to ask for directions.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they turned the mountain road and walked downhill, a group of people suddenly greeted them.

Holding axes, hatchets, and wooden spoons in their hands, a large group of forty or fifty people from Wuyang Wuyang rushed over. Most of them were in their forties or fifties.

Forty or fifty people surrounded He Cheng and E Yao.

"Tie her up!"

The leading old man pointed at the elf, spittle flying everywhere.

The two peasants with earthy faces and three-character forehead tattoos stood up and glanced timidly at the tall He Cheng. They gritted their teeth and grabbed the hemp rope and stood beside the elf.

They are three points shorter than the Er Yao.

"Master?" E Yao waited for an order and started to kill all these unruly people.

"Let them tie it."