Haoran's red light rushed straight to the night sky through the broken eaves. The light had reached the foot of the corpse-driver. The corpse-driver thought he could control the overall situation easily, but he did not expect that he would encounter such a powerful joint counterattack in this small ruined temple. The nine corpses were destroyed, and the center was still there, and all the fingers of both hands were bent outwards and their characters were sealed.

Flirting others' hearts and controlling others' gods.

If you want to exert the greatest combat power of a zombie, you must first completely suppress the scholar Zhao Changqing who writes quickly in spirit. A scholar who is powerless in his hands actually has such powerful mental power, which is something he did not expect in advance.

The body of the corpse-driver slowly sank. The black mist condensed by rain and night quickly accumulated under his feet. The dark mist floating under his feet pressed the vast red light that shone out from the roof. His body sank a little, and the red light shrank down a little.

Zhao Changqing cried and howled in his ears. If others had already been distracted, but for a student who practiced in winter, three nine and three winters, and had his head hanging from his beam and thorning his thighs, what could these interference be considered?

The mind is as solid as a rock.

Keep writing.

——How can there be other cleverness? Yin and Yang cannot be thieves. Look at this and look up at the white clouds.

The red light had turned golden, like golden needles piercing into the black fog that was churning under the feet of the corpse-driver. The golden light penetrated the black fog and illuminated the lower limbs of the corpse-driver.

The corpse-driver stands up his index finger with his left hand, holds his finger with his right hand, puts his thumb inside, and follows the seal of the characters. Self-salvation can achieve the power to save others and gain insight.

Everything under your feet is revealed!

The eaves of the entire temple became transparent in his vision, and the scene in the main hall was fully visible.

The loyal scholar Zhao Changqing is writing quickly.

The cold-blooded killer Gao Hanyang was so murderous that he swung his sword and hit the center again.

The book boy trembled and crawled under the altar.

Baiyu Palace dragged Qin Lang along the wall and approached the gate quietly, preparing to escape while the chaos!

The corpse-driver bit his tongue and sprayed a ball of blood mist into the line print. The soul-suming bell on his waist trembled sharply in the night wind, making a rapid sound of turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent

Seven zombies gathered towards the center and rearranged and combined.

The soldiers are the leader, the chest is listed, and the back is the back, and they all act in front of the formation.

Seven corpses gathered!

A giant corpse as high as three feet tall appeared in the hall, standing tall and majestic, grabbed the stone altar weighing 500 kilograms with both arms and rammed Gao Hanyang with all his strength.

The powerful momentum forced Gao Hanyang to choose to retreat. The altar table hit the green brick floor and smashed a deep pit. The violent sound of the impact was like thunder. The entire hall swayed with the strong impact. The mud, sand and dust on the roof fell down, and for a moment, smoke and dust in the hall rose everywhere.

Shutong was originally hiding under the altar, but the altar was taken away by the giant corpse. He was so scared that he rolled and crawled in the direction of Qin Lang.

Baiyu Palace dragged Qin Lang to the door, and she thought in her mind that as long as she escaped and snatched Gao Hanyang's horse, she would be able to escape from the heavens.

The sound of the soul-summoning bell became more and more rapid. The corpse-driver slowly landed through the hole on the roof, suppressing the golden light generated by Zhao Changqing's writing "The Song of Haoran Zhengqi". One of them grew and the other grew. The black fog sank, and the golden light dimmed downwards.

Zhao Changqing originally wrote like a god, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, but now he felt that the wolf hair in his hand was like a pipe filling. The pen was getting heavier and heavier, and every stroke became extremely difficult. Zhao Changqing eliminated the distracting thoughts and let out an roar from the bottom of his heart: "I am sad, but the sky is so great!"

The golden light was growing again, and the black fog above the head floated violently, as if boiling.

The corpse-driver pulled out a silver knife about inch long, pressed the blade against the palm of his left hand, and slashed it down with one knife, the skin was blooming, the flesh was dripping, and the black mist condensed, mixing the blood flowing out of his left hand, quickly mixing the black mist to condense into a palm print that was two meters long.

The shadow of the palm print enveloped Baiyu Palace and Qin Lang. Baiyu Palace looked frightened. As the huge blood palm slowly pressed down, breathing became more and more difficult.

Shutong Ming'er seized the opportunity and had successfully rushed out of the door, unbuttoned the reins of the dark horse, and turned over and climbed up.

The dark horse let out a regular chirping, and fled out of the mountain gate with the book boy and rushed to the miserable rainy night.

No one in the hall could care about what was happening outside.

Gao Hanyang was forced to a corner of the hall by a giant corpse, and the heavy altar was shot down on the clay statue of the arhat beside him. The arhat statue was smashed into pieces and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Zhao Changqing insisted on writing the word "Cang" with trembling hands. The Haoran light shone for a moment, like a flash of light. Then he was suppressed by the black fog surging under the feet of the corpse-driver. The body of the corpse-driver had completely appeared in the hall.

Zhao Changqing gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and wrote the word "Tian". The breath accumulated in his chest was as out of control as a river breaking through the dam. When his throat heated, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out. The mouthful of blood was sprayed on the unfinished "Song of the King of the Holy Spirit". It looked particularly shocking against the black and white words, and looked like more than a thousand red plums blooming at the same time.

Bai Yu Palace insisted on crawling, an invisible force pressing her body from the sky. She felt her bones squeaking under the pressure of this force, as if they were about to break. She was powerless to take care of Qin Lang, and everyone was struggling to support her, and no one would care about a person who had already died long ago.

Qin Lang's body was stained with a lot of blood, from the palm of the corpse-driver's palm. He quietly took out the white bone pen, which was stained with blood. The tip of the white bone pen emitted a faint blue light. The giant corpse was less than two feet away from him. The altar raised high and prepared to complete the final blow to Gao Hanyang who was retreating to the corner of the wall.

A strange combination, as the Lin character zombie on the back, his eyes were the first to discover Qin Lang's movements.

Qin Lang, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the back of the giant corpse. His target was the Lin-shaped zombie. He wanted to click on the zombie's eyes with a bone pen. As long as he controlled a zombie, he could destroy the combination of the giant corpse.

In the past, Qin Lang could not complete such a task, but after he became a skeleton, his jumping power had already made an amazing leap, soaring into the sky and achieving success in one fell swoop. He has been waiting for the opportunity. As long as the opportunity comes, he will attack decisively without hesitation.

The zombie with Lin character was discovered when Qin Lang started, so its reaction was very timely. Before Qin Lang's hand could approach its eyes, he raised his right foot and kicked Qin Lang hard in the abdomen.

Success failed.

Qin Lang's body flew backwards like a broken kite, falling from the air, and slamming heavily on the back of Baiyu Palace.

Bai Yugong screamed in pain when he was pressed, his head raised high, and the buffer on his chest was about to explode under the sudden impact of Qin Lang.

The tip of the white bone pen in Qin Lang's hand flashed with a blue light, but the tip of his pen failed to hit the zombie's eyes after all. He held the white bone pen tightly, and the blue light seemed to illuminate suddenly.

A little firefly-like blue light escaped from the constraints of the white bone pen and shot forward.

The eyes of the zombie of Linzi blinked because of the blue light. The blood-stained iron cone in her hand aimed at Qin Lang's forehead, and had already made the throwing action.

A respectful voice suddenly sounded in Qin Lang's mind: "Lord, I am willing to go through fire and water for you and will never refuse!"

Qin Lang thought he had failed this time, but he didn't expect that the zombie of Linzi was actually controlled by him at a critical moment. He was overjoyed. Can he use this bone pen to remotely control the zombie? As long as the light shines on its eyes, he can control it?

Without even thinking too much, he ordered: "Eliminate the corpse-driver!"

The huge palm print formed by the black blood mist was less than one meter away from the White Jade Palace and the top of his head.

Zhao Changqing picked up the pen again, and seemed to have an invisible hand grasping his wrist, trying his best to stop him from continuing to write. Before he could finish the writing, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

The corpse-driver was only three feet away from his head. The corpse-driver looked down at the long scroll full of the song of righteousness, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Zhao Changqing had no chance to finish writing.
Chapter completed!