Reborn Zombie Supreme

A big head flew into the sky, but suddenly it exploded with a punch like a sleeping bag filled with water.

"The wind drives the rain down on the high city, and the clouds suppress the sound of thunder."

The blood rained down, just like what the poem said.

Click, click...

The blood fell to the ground like broken plum blossoms.

The head was smashed off, leaving a huge pool of blood.

It smashed a section of the beautiful scenery of broken plum blossoms, leaving only horrifying horror.

"What a pity" He Cheng shook his head.

No one understood what he meant, so why was it a pity? The two people watching could only be horrified.

Huang Mao in the car looked at him in horror, perhaps because he couldn't figure out his identity. There were a few words between his lips and teeth, but he couldn't say them out.

"who I am?"

He Cheng asked for him.

Huang Mao didn't know whether he should nod or not. After he was bitten by a general, he spent thousands of years doing all sorts of evil.

Everything depends on your own happiness, and you only care about your own happiness.

He thinks that he is the biggest evil person and the most terrifying monster in the world, even the general... Because he has love, he is not worthy to be compared with him.

However, the young man he saw today gave him another feeling.

Life is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Strength was like a ridiculous term in front of him, with no practical meaning.

"I am Hanbao!"

Flames appeared all over He Cheng.

According to ancient legends, each of the four zombie kings has magical powers, but Drought Demon is the strongest at controlling fire.

In this world, the fire demon is a drought demon. Only water can defeat fire. But whoever attacks with water will definitely die a worse death.

Fire has no temperature, like a battle armor made of red-hot iron plates, just like substance.

However, the black coat was undamaged.

Everything proved what he said was right.

Huang Mao was surprised: "Han Ba?"

The fat man in blue shouted: "Hanban!"

"impossible!"

"What's wrong?"

"There is absolutely no way there is a drought demon in the world!" The fat man in blue shook his head vigorously.

"I have followed the True Ancestor for countless years. Ever since Nuwa created humans, there has only been one zombie in the world!"

Huang Mao was confused: "General?"

The fat man in blue nodded vigorously.

"The four zombie kings are just the evolution of the status of the zombie kings' generals. I'm sure there are no drought demons in this world."

"What is he?" Huang Mao's question was sharp.

The fat man in blue seemed to have choked on a piece of steamed bun, and the words were stuck in his mouth.

He knew that there was no drought demon in the world, but the drought demon that fit the description of the myth appeared in front of him, and he felt frustrated that everything could not be explained.

"Are you done talking?"

He Chengwen, the flames around him had disappeared and he returned to his normal appearance.

"Levis' ability is no less than mine," Huang Mao said, having difficulty swallowing his tongue.

If he took off his companion's head with one move, he might not be able to survive at such a close distance.

"Fight!" The fat man in blue nodded.

"If you're done talking, then go die."

He Cheng stretched out his left hand, and suddenly a golden light flashed, and he could vaguely see a ferocious beast, roaring at the top of his lungs, the roar reaching up to the heaven and down to the Nine Netherworld.

The wind rises and then becomes quiet again.

The clouds roll and the clouds relax.

Only the leaves rustled, and time seemed to freeze.

Little plum blossoms are falling, dotting the ground.

Pa da~

The head dyed with yellow hair hit the ground and rolled together with the head just now.

"Pity"

He Cheng still shook his head.

The leather shoes stepped on the blood, walked through the blood, and stepped on the sidewalk, leaving a series of bloody footprints.

"escape!"

The fat man in blue no longer had that calmness, his cigar rolled in the blood, and he ran away in panic.

"Ding!"

He had just turned into blue light and flown into the sky when He Chengxu waved.

Move mountains to unload ridges, borrow mountains to suppress.

Magical power is unlimited but manpower is limited, so the method of moving mountains only focuses on suppression.

But at some point, a mountain flew over and blocked the way above the fat man in blue, blocking him.

The magical power of the Golden Immortal naturally reaches the heaven and the earth, and it can easily move mountains even without the magical power to move mountains.

"escape!"

The fat man in blue rubbed his head and hit it on the ground.

"Ding-ding!" As expected, his head hit the ground, and there was another "ding-ding" sound.

It was like hitting a thick iron block with one head.

"Referring to the ground turning into steel?"

The fat man asked, rubbing his head.

The generals are just powerful in their own right, with some powerful magical powers, but they themselves are not practitioners. They have no magic power, and naturally they do not have these tricks and magical powers.

"You hit the manhole cover"

He Cheng pointed at the manhole cover with a big hole in it.

At this point, the fat man realized that he didn't feel anything about the collision just now. It was just because of fear in his heart that he scared himself, so he mistakenly thought that the other party was using some magic method to turn the ground into steel to trap him.

"Spare your life!"

He was also decisive: "I am one of Nuwa's five-color messengers, Lan Dali. It would be better for the Corpse King to leave me alive."

"Five-color messenger, five-color stone..."

He Cheng nodded and thought of something.

"ah?"

The implication is that even using Nuwa's name won't work.

He Cheng once devoured the six-eared macaque conceived by Nuwa to patch the sky, and obtained the bloodline of the colorful stone. This Nuwa is not the other Nuwa, and the definition of the colorful stone is also different.

In the world of Journey to the West, the colorful stones used to mend the sky were refined by Nuwa herself and were among the best treasures in the prehistoric world.

Therefore, Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque can turn over rivers and seas as soon as they are born, and their magical powers are endless.

In the world of I Have a Date with a Zombie, Nuwa also patched up the sky, but she extracted the five evil roots of human beings.

Infatuation, entitlement, resentment, confusion, jealousy.

Extract five kinds of bad roots and return them to heaven.

Nuwa, Butian, and colorful stones are the same.

"Nu Wa, I wonder if you can improve my bloodline?"

The colorful stone refines Hanbao's bloodline, but in fact He Chengjian takes the wrong approach.

The drought demon can barely be regarded as a zombie, but when it comes to the jade, it completely breaks away from the zombie identity and becomes a monster.

Lan Dali's sharp ears heard He Cheng's words.

"King of Corpses! King of Corpses! If you want Nuwa's life, I have a solution!"

"You are Nuwa's subordinate, why are you still thinking about taking her life?"

"Nuwa is going to destroy the world, so villains can't just sit back and wait for death. In a colorful world, it's better to stay alive." Lan Dali grinned with a restrained smile.

His fancy thoughts could not escape He Cheng's ears.

He Cheng nodded after hearing this, and raised his hand upwards. The mountain above his head turned into a stream of light and disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

"Thank you, Corpse King!"

"Where are the generals at this time?"

"General?"

Lan Dali's face froze: "The True Ancestor is so powerful, how can a villain dare to follow him?"

"Then let's find him again after a while."

He Cheng came to this world for several small purposes, and fighting with the generals was one of them. He was looking forward to fighting with the generals.

"Go back and wait for news from me."

"yes!"

He Cheng's body disappeared instantly.

"Huh~"

Lan Dali felt like he was being pardoned and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Almost dead, Zombie King Hanba, Zombie King General... According to his wishes, the two kings will fight each other!" Lan Dali's eyes lit up again.

The two kings fight each other, and they themselves reap the benefits.

"But before that, we need to get Nuwa..."

Lan Dali is the "power" of one of the five evils under Nuwa.