Zombie World: at the Beginning of the Game, Draw an Idol to Control the Prison.

　　"Awei, I haven't seen you for more than half a month. Why do you seem to be a different person? I almost didn't recognize it. Where are your glasses, why don't you wear them?"

　　"Oh, I used to wear glasses just to be courteous. Now that I think about it, I don't think it's necessary, so I don't bother to wear them."

　　Chang Wei smiled.

　　Ren Fa's words are not exaggerated at all.

　　After stepping into the martial arts and starting to practice, Chang Wei's fluffy and slightly chubby body has become well-proportioned and full of strength, and his facial features have become three-dimensional and sharp. five.

　　Especially his eyes, clear and energetic, full of oppression.

　　Now he is so clear and clear, not to mention shortsighted and wearing glasses, he can even see ants crawling on the ground [-] meters away.

　　One word.

　　Absolutely!

　　"Don't tell me, I didn't expect you to take off your glasses and become a handsome man." Ren Fa tutted his tongue in amazement.

　　Chang Wei didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Uncle cousin, why did Tingting come back suddenly?"

　　"Well, firstly, Tingting has already graduated from her studies, so there is no point in continuing to stay in the crooked country. Second, come..."

　　Having said this, a look of sadness appeared on Ren Fa's face, and he sighed:

　　"In a few days, the ancestors of our Ren family are going to move their graves. There was a Feng Shui master who gave instructions. When the ancestors moved their graves, all the immediate family members of the Ren family must be present."

　　The ancestors moved tombs?

　　Hearing this sentence, Chang Wei's eyelids jumped.

　　He is too familiar with this!

　　The family moved to the grave, and the zombie was born!

　　Isn't this the plot of Ren Weiyong's old zombie, who is about to be born? ! .

Chapter 64

　　squeak~~~

　　The copper-horned golden coffin made a strange sound, and when he saw two big withered hands, he slowly pushed up the lid of the coffin!

　　The ink bucket threads tied to the copper-horned golden coffin were cracked one by one!

　　"not good!"

　　Daoist Qianhe's face changed greatly, and a swallow turned over in an instant, jumped to sit cross-legged on the coffin board, pressed down the coffin board, and quickly said: "Southeast, northwest, bring the rope!"

　　The four disciples from the south, east, and northwest had followed Qianhe for many years. Seeing this, they quickly took off a hemp rope as thick as an arm and threw it to Qianhe!

　　Qianhe moved quickly, and with a flick of the rope, he immediately tied the copper-horned golden coffin!

　　however.

　　Ka Ka Ka ~! !

　　Ka Ka Ka ~! !

　　The ink bucket lines on the copper-horned golden coffin are cracking more and more, more and more!

　　Bang! !

　　In the end, with a loud noise, a huge force burst out from the coffin, and the coffin lid, along with Qianhe, was slammed into the air!

　　A tall zombie wearing a prince's official robe slowly stood up straight from the coffin!

　　Roar!

　　He opened his mouth and let out a long whistle, and the dark clouds and thunder dissipated immediately, and a large amount of sun and moon essence was sucked into his belly!

　　"Southeast, northwest, form a sword formation!"

　　Qianhe's expression was solemn and he let out a low voice.

　　Swish swish!

　　In an instant, the four disciples in the south, east, and northwest all pulled out the peach wood swords on their backs, bit the blood on the tip of their tongues, and wiped them on the swords!

　　Chi!

　　The red light on the peach wood sword was shining, and the four disciples held their swords and stabbed towards the royal zombies from four directions!

　　Qianhe even turned over, fell from the sky, and stabbed the top of the royal zombie's head!

　　Ding Ding Ding Ding!

　　A sound similar to the point of the sword piercing the steel plate came out. The peach wood swords in the hands of the four major disciples in the south, east, and northwest stabbed on the body of the royal zombie, and there was a burst of sparks.

　　The Royal Zombie let out a loud roar, and threw the four disciples in the south, east, north and west directly, and the four peach wood swords broke at the same time!

　　The four disciples in the south, east, and northwest were shocked, and they were directly sent flying!

　　And the royal zombies kept their momentum, and once again raised their heads suddenly, and looked at Qianhe, who was stabbing from the sky with a sword!

　　Roar!

　　He raised his hands and twisted it fiercely!

　　boom! !

　　Qianhe suddenly seemed to be concentrated by a sledgehammer, flew out, and smashed into a big tree.

　　"Bronze armor corpse!...!"

　　Qianhe got up from the ground, his face stunned.

　　The royal zombie in front of him, although it was just jumping stiffly, was extremely sturdy and impenetrable!

　　He and the four major disciples made a concerted effort, and they couldn't hurt him even half a point!

　　Only the bronze armored corpse can do this!

　　Bronze armored corpse, a different species among zombies!

　　The physical body can match the flying stiffness!

　　"It is rumored that Zombie Wang Xuankui is a golden-armored zombie, and his descendants will use a secret method to concoct them before they die to turn them into bronze-armored corpses. It seems that the rumor is true!"

　　Qianhe took a deep breath, panicked but not chaotic, and quickly thought about ways to defeat the enemy.

　　Since it can't hurt him, then seal it!

　　"Southeast, northwest, tie the corpse!" Qianhe quickly ordered.

　　"Yes!"

　　The four disciples from the south, east, and northwest untied the strings on their bodies and shot towards the royal zombies!

　　There are countless talismans on the rope, and as soon as Fang touches the royal zombie, he will automatically tie it up!

　　The four disciples from the south, east, and northwest moved quickly, their arms exerted their strength, and the corpse cords were tightened fiercely, suppressing the royal zombie!

　　Roar! ! !

　　The royal zombies roared, and they stretched out their big hands and grabbed the corpse rope, and swung it vigorously!

　　The four major disciples of the north, south, east, and west, under the power of the royal zombies, staggered. If the four of them had not practiced the art of forming formations since childhood, they had a deep tacit understanding with each other, I am afraid that they would be broken in an instant!

　　What a terrifying power!

　　The east, west and northwest glanced at each other, all of them with amazement in their eyes.

　　At this time, Qianhe held glutinous rice and finally came!

　　I saw Qianhe took a few steps in the air, landed behind the royal zombie, and blindfolded the glutinous rice in his hand towards the royal zombie!

　　Puff puff! ! !

　　In an instant, the royal zombies seemed to be on fire, and bursts of blue smoke ignited in their eyes.

　　Roar! ! !

　　The royal zombie was in pain, let out a roar, and went completely mad!

　　His strength exploded again!

　　I saw him shaking all over, first sending Qianhe flying, then reaching out and grabbing the corpse rope directly, letting the talisman on the corpse rope continue to explode in his body, pulling it fiercely, directly. Smashed the four disciples from the south, east, and northwest into the air!

　　You must know that these four major disciples in the south, east, and northwest are not parallel imports like Qiu Sheng Wencai. They are the real elite disciples of Maoshan, and each of them has the peak cultivation base of a magician!

　　With the combined efforts of the four, together with Qianhe, who is at the peak of the mage, they are all under the pressure of this royal zombie. From this, it is conceivable to imagine how ferocious this royal zombie is!

　　"Wow."

　　Qianhe opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, looking towards his four disciples.

　　I saw that these four disciples were exhausted, their arms were dislocated, and it was obvious that they had no strength to fight.

　　"Master, what should we do?"

　　One of the disciples in the east, west, north and south looked at Qianhe.

　　Qianhe's expression was ugly for a while.

　　How to do?

　　Keep fighting, they all have to die here!

　　But if they leave, these Manchu royals will surely die!

　　Qianhe turned his head and glanced at the tent, and saw that the singing and dancing in the tent was peaceful, and the steward Wu was still drinking and having fun.

　　They fought outside for so long, and no one came out to help them.

　　Qianhe recalled that before, under his bitter persuasion, he did not want to let the coffin go in first to avoid the rain, which led to the birth of this zombie, and only felt chilled.

　　"¨~ Qianhe, if this zombie is really born, nothing can be done. You don't need to die for this Manchu Tartar, think more about yourself and your disciple."

　　Just when he was undecided, what Chang Wei had told him before suddenly came to his mind.

　　"Have Daoist Chang Wei expected this scene?"

　　Qianhe was in a trance for a moment, then looked at his four apprentices, and made a decision in his heart.