Two days later, at the hour of Mao, the day and night meet, and the morning glow breaks through dawn.

The glow of light spreads through the poisonous miasma and corpse energy on the grave mountain, but it is stained with a gray luster, dark and silent.

The Daoting side attacked all the way and began the final battle of killing.

Everything is arranged.

First, dozens of second-grade talismans with extremely lethality were activated.

The surging spiritual power condensed into a huge lethal force, either forming a knife array, gathering into fireballs, or turning into water arrows, sweeping towards the grave mountain.

The zombies on the grave were directly obscured by the spiritual power of the talisman.

A large number of zombies were stolen by swords, burned by fire, soaked by water, and finally destroyed by the power of the talisman.

Then a large number of zombies rushed over.

Yang Jishan waved his hand, and a row of monks walked out, and made gestures to use various spiritual weapons.

These spiritual weapons may turn into hundreds of flying swords, condense into thousands of silver needles, or cause fire to slay the tide of zombies.

The zombies fell down one by one, were penetrated by spiritual weapons, or turned into ashes.

After that, it still surged like a tide.

Later, Daoting used talismans and spiritual weapons.

A large number of zombies were wiped out...

Most of the Daoting Party are from families or sects, with a long history and a profound foundation. They are definitely not comparable to Lu Chengyun, who is a married woman and can marry into a dragon and a phoenix.

If you really use your trump card, these zombies can't resist it.

Under the firepower of spiritual weapons and talismans, a large number of zombies were only wiped out.

A few iron corpses cannot escape the fate of being killed.

But these trump cards are extremely precious and have limited quantities, so there will always be a time to use up.

Half an hour later, after destroying some zombies and weakening the enemy's strength, they rushed forward.

Yang Jishan looked at the ink painting beside him, his eyes a little worried.

Mo Hua nodded to him, signaling not to worry.

He just follows the gangster and takes care of his senior brothers and sisters, be careful not to be in danger.

Yang Jishan sighed, then looked forward, with a cold expression and a solemn voice:

"kill!"

The Taoist soldiers behind him also raised their swords and shouted:

"kill!"

The formations on the Taoist armor are stimulated, and the spiritual power is stimulated, and they are corresponding to each other.

The sound shook Lin Yue and his morale soared.

Taoist soldiers lined up to charge, strangling them with zombies.

It's like cold water pouring hot oil.

The tomb mountain boiled violently for a moment...

In Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi followed Yang Jishan, focusing on protecting themselves, and did not act rashly, so as not to be involved in the tide of corpse and unable to escape.

Only at critical moments, cast some spells to help the surrounding battle situation.

This fierce battle lasted for a whole day...

Cultivators are constantly injured or killed, or corpses are poisoned to attack their hearts and become walking zombies.

Similarly, a large number of zombies are constantly falling down, including a few iron corpses and a large number of walking zombies.

But there are still many zombies.

But Lu Chengyun is still missing.

Yang Jishan led the way and rushed towards the depths of the tomb mountain, which was Lu Chengyun's hiding place.

Other foundation-building monks also went to kill with Yang Jishan.

The deeper the grave mountain, the more desolate and gloomy it becomes.

The more dense the corpse groups are.

The more iron corpses there are, the more poison the corpse is.

But everyone's means were all in one go, and it was not something that the corpse could resist.

In the evening, all forces broke into the depths of the grave and saw Lu Chengyun and the corpse king behind him at a mass grave.

Dozens of iron corpses protect him around.

Outside, thousands of zombies were still rushing in, as if they were to protect them.

The Taoist soldiers raised their shields and formed human walls to resist the zombies on the periphery.

Yang Jishan and others began to confront Lu Chengyun head-on, preparing for the final siege.

Lu Chengyun's face was slightly pale, but his expression was calm.

He glanced at Yang Jishan, his eyes were slightly cold, and he swept through the crowd and sighed:

"It is worthy of being the Taoist soldiers affiliated with the Dao Court. So many zombies can't stop you..."

Yang Jishan said in a deep voice:

"Lu Chengyun, you are about to die. Hand over the Corpse King and surrender quickly."

Lu Chengyun shook his head, "With the Corpse King here, I still have a way to live. If you hand over the Corpse King, I will definitely die."

Yang Jishan sneered, "You want to fight to the end?"

"Where can I live without death? Daoting won't let me go, so do you guys."

Lu Chengyun raised his eyebrows and suddenly said strangely:

"But before the final battle, I don't understand one thing."

His eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at everyone one by one:

"I really want to know who among you here, who has spyed through the secrets of the corpse mine and seen through the formation I set up? Can you still force me to such a situation?"

The monks looked at each other without saying a word.

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly deeper, and he was also a little surprised.

Lu Chengyun didn’t know what Mo Hua did at all?

Yang Jishan looked around again and found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi beside him, but Mo Hua was gone at this time.

Hidden?

"This is hidden, can I hide this from me?"

Yang Jishan was slightly shocked.

Seeing that no one admitted it, Lu Chengyun couldn't help but sneer:

"I thought I was a master with complete plans, but I didn't expect that I was a rat with a hidden head and tail!"

The ink painting, who was hiding in the crowd, curled his lips when he heard this, and was very disdainful.

This kind of provocation is too pediatric and cannot cause any slight turmoil in his heart.

His words of cursing are much more annoying than this one.

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly condensed and he sneered:

"Lu Chengyun, his skills are not as good as others. He can be so quick to speak out for a while, so that's all you can do."

Lu Chengyun released his spiritual consciousness and scanned everyone again, but he still found nothing.

Among the monks present, there were cultivators with high cultivation, cultivators with outstanding spiritual consciousness, and several cultivators who could be proficient in formation at a glance.

But no monk can make him feel that strangeness and urgency.

None of them is like the monk who weaves a net and presses against him step by step.

Lu Chengyun shook his head.

Forget it, it’s okay to know it or not.

A life-and-death battle with real swords and guns requires speaking with strength, and some tricks are not worth mentioning.

Lu Chengyun looked at Yang Jishan, and said with a cold look:

"You underestimated this corpse king..."

"This corpse king, it's mine, no one can take it away!"

"Today, you will all be buried here!"
To be continued...