Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Supreme, it would be unwise for us to take action now." Yan Hong clasped her hands together and walked out step by step.

Judging from her very calm posture, it seemed that He Cheng's surprise sword attack really didn't have any impact on her.

"Unwise? It would be unwise not to kill you!"

He no longer concealed the ferocious look in his eyes, so he changed his left hand to hold the sword. The six dragon power monster claws on his right hand were stretched out, and each finger used force to grasp the direction of the hot wind whistle.

Dragon Fist and Tiger Claw, there is no subtle move, it is just a slap, but it has tens of millions of power in the palm!

The calmness on Yanhong's face suddenly disappeared, and she decisively turned around and jumped away.

He Cheng hit the ground with his palm, and the entire Mount Putuo shook. With his palm as the center, a huge crack opened. Half of the hilltop was knocked off by his palm and sank into the sea!

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva cast a spell in the Putuo Mountain Purple Bamboo Forest Cultivation Center, but he couldn't withstand his slap and almost sank into the sea!

"You're not Feizheng!"

"I thought you would always have that expression." He Cheng rubbed the strange claws on his right hand, and the remaining flying zombie teeth poked out from between his lips: "So you can also panic."

Back then, He Cheng used the hands of demons to destroy the fairy world. The Guanyin Bodhisattva in that world lost his golden body and even had to survive in Yan Hong's body. However, he never showed fear to He Cheng and always had a strategizing expression.

It was her attitude that made He Cheng remain highly cautious, fearing that she might have some tricks up his sleeve.

This time he dared to make a sudden move, but He Cheng was insinuating. From her mouth, he learned that she mistakenly thought that he was just a flying zombie, and it would be impossible to make any further progress after dozens of days of hard work.

She thought she could still ignore He Cheng, but she never thought that He Cheng not only improved in strength, but also advanced more than a dozen steps. After transforming into a drought demon, he could easily crush to death what he was originally. Flying stiffly.

And his physique has been promoted to the fourth level, and each level of physique will have magical physical powers. This magical power has not been demonstrated yet, but even if he relies on his body to resist, he dares to live a few lives with the Guanyin Bodhisattva in this world. What's more, without the golden body, he is like a rootless duckweed who can only snatch the red body of the Bodhisattva?

"Do you think you can kill me? It won't take long before a fire rises into the sky in the Purple Bamboo Forest. Not only will he come back, Lingshan and Heaven will never sit idly by and ignore it. How long will this last?"

"Delaying time? It depends on whether it is of any use!"

He Cheng directly abandoned the big iron sword in his hand and moved forward with both hands, like a cheetah attacking an antelope.

On top of the golden armor, the ghost king hovering in his left arm looked delicate and terrifying. He stretched out his ghost claws to grab at Yan Hong, full of ghostly aura.

The golden retriever on the right shoulder bared its teeth and claws, and even a dragon would lower its head in fear when it saw it.

With the ghosts and gods retreating and the beasts surrendering, He Cheng has already rushed to Yan Hong with wild flames!

Pull out one claw and hook again!

Although Yan Hong narrowly avoided the attack, the force of He Cheng's claws crossed Putuo Mountain and separated the ten-mile-long South China Sea. It was like a heavenly sword carving a hole in the South China Sea.

However, Yan Hong was not slow. She turned over and jumped, stood upside down in the air, and reached out to slap He Cheng.

Boom! !

He Cheng's left back shoulder sank, and a Buddha struck him, crushing half of his arm to death!

His knees softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

Although he guessed well, Guanyin Bodhisattva's abilities were greatly reduced without the golden body, but it seemed that there were still many uncertain factors in this battle.

He pushed his shoulders up hard. Although the weight of the mountain was high, it was still a bit tiring to carry the mountain to catch up with the sun. A mere mountain was far from being able to suppress him and prevent him from moving!

"Roar!!"

The Drought Demon roared in alarming rage, spitting flames from its mouth like a volcano erupting, burning through the clouds in the sky!

The sky in the South China Sea has been completely burned by the fire, and it is red, as hot as a hot summer.

Thousands of miles away in the South China Sea, the sea surface rolls like boiling soup, bubbles bubble up and explode into white water vapor, and cooked fish with white bellies range from small fry to sharks and whales!

The corpses of the Shui Tribe lie three thousand miles away, as far as the eye can see!

"What kind of fire beast is this?" Yan Hong was surprised. Although she knew about Drought Demon, she couldn't connect Drought Demon with Feizheng. The two had almost zero similarities, and there was no documentation that Feizheng could do anything about it. Become a drought demon.

He Cheng then smashed the two strange claws on the left and right. He had already started to kill, so he wanted to kill him!

Bang!

Yan Hong patted his shoulder again, but He Cheng's figure only swayed and his speed did not slow down.

The claw hit Yan Hong's chest.

"Pfft--" A mouthful of golden blood spurted out and spread all over He Cheng's face.

He can easily level a mountain with one punch, but even the immortal Erlangshen couldn't withstand his slap. The Bodhisattva who controlled Yan Hong's body was already injured after taking one punch.

But He Cheng didn't stop, attacking with his left and right strange claws in succession, smashing them with claws.

Every punch shakes the earth and mountains, and every claw chases souls and kills!

As He Cheng started to move, Yan Hong didn't seem to pause. She raised her hand and slapped He Cheng. He Cheng pressed his knees down and his feet sank into the soil. Pressing again, it was an inch deeper. Pressing again, he was like a pair of hands. Knee deep in the mire...

He became more and more tired as he sank deeper and deeper. By the time the seventeenth palm struck him, He Cheng's body was already as heavy as seventeen mountains, and it was difficult to raise his hand.

"ha!!!"

He finally raised his fist and aimed it at the head of the person beneath him.

"Owner"

The expression of the person beneath him suddenly changed.

She turned back to Yanhong, and it was Yanhong's true face, which he hadn't seen for decades.

"Hey, Yan Hong, long time no see." He Cheng held on to the heavy weight on his body. Every time he moved, the heavy pressure on his body made him exhausted.

"The person you care about is right here. If you hit her with this punch, she will definitely be knocked out of her mind." It is obvious that Yan Hong's consciousness at this time has changed back to that of a Bodhisattva.

"When have you ever seen a zombie have feelings?" He Cheng asked her with a sneer.

"You are different from ordinary zombies. Don't forget, I have been with you for hundreds of years, and I was once Yanhong." She smiled, and the blood at the corner of her mouth instantly dazzled her eyes.

"Then you have to know that I only love myself!"

Boom!

In his unbelieving eyes, He Cheng punched Yan Hong on the head. Whether it was a hundred years of companionship or a hundred years of entanglement, it was all reduced to ashes under this punch!

Whoosh——

However, a golden light flew out from the headless corpse and fled into the distance.

Just as He Cheng regained consciousness, the ghost king on his left shoulder reacted even more rapidly, stretched out his thin bamboo pole-like ghost claws, and gently grasped the golden light in his arms.

"Bodhisattva, we meet again!"

He looked at the golden light and laughed maniacally.

Swallow it in one gulp!

The "thorn in his side, the thorn in his flesh" that hung around him like leeches and made it difficult for him to sleep and eat, was finally removed!

"Acquiring supernatural powers: moving mountains and unloading mountains"

"Um?"

The Ghost King grabbed again with both hands, and unexpectedly pulled out two balls of light from the ground, one dark and one white.

"It seems that our fate is not broken yet"

He Cheng reached out and grabbed the two balls of light into his palm.

He walked forward step by step with heavy steps. Every step he took would leave footprints two feet deep, as if he was stuck in a mire.

thump!

With a forward leap, he jumped clumsily into the South China Sea and disappeared.

…

The crazy wind finally subsided. The dragon girl touched her hot cheeks, looked at the purple bamboo forest that was almost in ruins, and quickly ran to the place where the battle broke out.

The cave where the virgins practiced has disappeared.

Even the entire Putuo Mountain is missing a corner. Apart from the death of countless aquatic people on the thousands of miles of water and the red clouds burning the sky above, there is only a series of deep footprints left. The footprints actually broke the solid thousand-year-old bluestone of the purple bamboo forest and went two feet deep!

It didn't disappear until it entered the South China Sea...