"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

Indian monks looked down at the village below from the nearby high ground, which looked like hell on earth. They shook their hands coldly and ruthlessly, with their copper bells cast with terrifying evil gods. The screams of the old man in the village, the wailings of women, the angry curses of men, and even the cry of babies could not move them at all.

Suddenly a fire rainbow flew into the village, and the monks finally changed their faces. A curly bearded monk looked carefully at the thin black man wearing a baby skull necklace: "Master Salman! The firelight that flew over just now... Could it be the Chinese warrior?"

"So what?" Master Salman, the black and thin old man, snorted contemptuously: "He is just one person. Even if he can fight, how can he beat our invincible and endless army of demon corpses in the world!"

"Master is right!" Curly bearded quickly bowed respectfully to Master Salman and calmed down.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

The monks still looked cold and slowly shook the copper bell in their hands, but suddenly a big bald head shook his hand, and the copper bell became dull. All the monks looked at him in unison.

"Amir!" Master Salman said in a deep voice: "Don't panic!"

"Master..." The bald Amir said with a sad face: "No, all the demon corpses I control are missing..."

"What?" Master Salman's face changed slightly: "There are thirty or forty demon corpses you control, right? Are they all missing?"

"Forty-four heads..." Amir shook the copper bell in his hand with tears in his eyes, saying that it was strange that his copper bell's sound was obviously no longer as crisp as before, as if it was rusted: "No one can contact you..."

"That Chinese warrior has some skills!" Master Salman snorted coldly: "Sharukh, Akshay, Anwar, Saif! Send out all the demon corpses you control. Anyway, as long as we leave a seed, we can reproduce endlessly. I think he can kill several!"

"Yes!" The curly bearded monk Shah Rukh and the other three people who were called to the name responded at the same time, and then they each shaked the copper bells in their hands. It was different from the "ding ding dangdang" that was not rushing and occasionally shaking when they were not in the battle. The ringtones now have obviously become very rapid!

There was a quiet stone forest outside the village. I looked coldly and saw that there was nothing unusual in the stone forest. However, when Sharuk and the other four shaking the copper bells quickly, the stone forest that was extremely quiet suddenly started to move!

There were two or three hundred zombies covered with ice and snow. When they stood motionless in the stone forest, they seemed to be integrated with the entire environment, making it impossible to detect their existence. Now when they received the order, they ran wildly like wild dogs running wildly towards the village!

When they rushed to the entrance of the village, they happened to meet a few villagers crying and escape, and the zombies immediately rushed up to massacre the villagers!

This does not require monks to give orders. Killing all life they encounter is their greatest instinct!

It was at this time that the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Platoon arrived. They happened to see a large number of zombies pressing several ordinary people to the ground and biting them. The ordinary people screamed and were hugged and were eaten and ate. The blood was particularly dazzling in the snow, and the anger in the hearts of the Sharp Knife Platoon soldiers were immediately ignited!

“Tututu…”

The soldiers of the sharp knife platoon held guns and threw a barrage at the zombies, but how many magazines can they bring with them when they are lightly equipped?

Although they all have good shooting skills, the situation is now critical. In order to rescue the surrounded people, they have no time to aim at the headshots of the zombies, nor are they in the mood to calculate the remaining bullets. So after sweeping down all the zombies on the outermost side, they have no bullets. So they dropped the guns, pulled out their sabers, and rushed towards the remaining more than a hundred zombies without hesitation!

Seeing this scene condescendingly, Master Salman said in a cold voice: "Soldier! King! Camp!"

This time he finally rings the copper bell in his hand, and more than a hundred zombies survive in the stone forest!

More than one hundred zombies ran wildly and joined the battle group. A total of more than two hundred zombies surrounded the thirty soldiers from the sharp knife platoon. The soldiers of the sharp knife platoon were surrounded by the middle and did not know that the zombies had reinforcements. They just felt that the zombies seemed endless, and they could not kill them no matter how they were killed...

Master Salman changed the ringtone from the simplest "ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Shah Rukh and the others quickly followed and roamed the ringtone together. The magic ringtone penetrated the wind and snow, controlling the cruel battle remotely!

Seeing the sharp sword platoons falling down one by one, Master Salman and his friends showed evil and ferocious smiles on their faces. However, at this moment, the fire rainbow just flew out of the village again!

Huohong fell into the zombie group and rushed unstoppable. The zombies were as vulnerable as paper. In a blink of an eye, the Huohong reversed the situation alone. Master Salman gritted his teeth, took out a bone whistle that looked like an ocarina from his arms, and put it on his lips and blew a sharp whistle!

At this time, a tall figure standing behind Master Salman suddenly moved. He was a tall and strong man like a big bear. He was carrying a wide, thick and heavy sheathed iron ring sword on his back. It was the man who was carrying a knife in the previous adventure team. He was trained into a seed by Master Salman.

Master Salman turned around and pressed the man with a knife back who had become a zombie. He did not exert much force, but showed an intention. The man with a knife back immediately bent down obediently.

Master Salman pulled out his iron ring sword and stuffed it into his hand, then blew the bone whistle again:

"force--"

The man with a knife held the iron ring sword tightly in his hand. The turbid white eyeballs turned a few times, and suddenly roared to the sky, and suddenly jumped down from the high ground, as if a shell was hitting the huge rock ten meters below. In an instant, the thick ice layer on the surface of the huge rock was shattered!

The crack penetrated the ice layer and extended to the boulder, and even the boulder had spider-web-like cracks!

"Master, your demon seed is so powerful!" The other monks couldn't help but sigh.

Master Salman's eyes were full of pride, his shriveled lips approached the bone whistle, and his obscure whistle kept blowing out.

The man with a knife had already rushed out with the force, and several rises and falls to the ground one after another, like a violent human-shaped beast joining the battle group!
Chapter completed!