Between life and death, a Promethean’s powerful immortality makes the reborn corpse root treat it as an ordinary physical attack, which is an almost crazy gesture. The goblins change their injuries
You rip off my arm, I’ll rip your head off …
When the thigh is removed, a beast’s hoof is replaced on the spot …
As the fighting continued, the corpse became more and more weird.
Bear arms, wolf claws, raccoon thighs …
Resurrection is like growing up, stitching strange enemy bodies into your own life, showing horror and immortality
However, regardless of Zhuang monks, resurrected corpses, and the fierce soldiers in Shence camp, their fighting power is amazing, but the ghosts of the mountain spirits who besieged them seem to be exhausted and constantly drilled from the Shan Ye on both sides of the township road.
To tell the truth, just looking at this almost "beast tide" scene is enough to refresh Pei Wende’s cognition.
Because he never knew that there were so many ghosts hidden at the foot of Weishan Mountain.
Moreover, these ghosts who have always avoided the world are destined to meet they nest’s special escort team for this
"superfine product, look there!"
While Pei Wende was thinking carefully, Zhang Wen Ding turned his eyes and saw that the escort team was in the middle.
That’s what Zhang Wen Ding noticed, and it’s also a wooden box that looks quite simple.
However, through the perspective of the eye, Zhang Wen Ding saw that it was wrapped in a wooden box and wrapped in a huge brocade coat.
"plaque?"
At first glance, I recognized what the’ re was, but before Pei Wende could continue to look closely, a sudden golden light obscured their prying eyes.
Not only that, but the sudden golden light seemed to cover the field in an instant.
Little!
The golden light shines on the mountain spirits and wild monsters who besieged the motorcade, and all parts of the body are festering like being dissolved by strong acid.
A moment ago, it was really a mighty beast tide that quickly dissipated and left a mess of corpses.
"This …"
Monk Zhuang quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he turned to look at the source of the golden light, but his face suddenly changed.
"Look out!"
Hearing this, monk Zhuang blurted out a warning and immediately turned his head and rolled sideways just to avoid a deadly wind blade.
Tear …
It’s like cutting a thin piece of paper, and the sharp wind blade directly leaves a ditch as deep as one meter.
Monk Zhuang couldn’t imagine whether he could carry such a terrible blow if he woke up without a corpse.
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"Hey, it’s all been hidden!"
Accompanied by a small murmur, the wind-shaped motorcade gathered in front of it not far away, and finally formed a head as white as an antelope
Fei Lian?’
The sound of eyes staring at the dead body in front is depressed and low-because he has recognized the truth of the monster.
The hair is as white as snow, with features similar to leopard print.
It looks like an elk but has a pair of antelope horns.
Besides, the most striking feature of this monster is its head like a bird and its tail like a reptile.
"Hey? I didn’t expect that there are still’ people’ in this place who can recognize me? "
A mammal has a bird-like head and a reptile tail.
This monster, who was called "Fei Lian" by the resurrected corpse, obviously belongs to the monster reserve who has already mastered the pulse-shaping stage.
It’s Fei Lian’s transfiguration object, which is obviously not human, but something that also has nine-orifices.
Referring to the name Fei Lian, its ability to control the wind …
The reference object of this grotesque transformation is obviously the fengshen flowing from Hunan and Chu areas since ancient times.
Or rather, it was an accidental awakening of the wind, and then some mountain people regarded it as the wind god to worship the elk.
"Fei Lian! It is a rare opportunity that you can inherit the name of Fengshen and follow the path of incense and Shinto. "
"Now you should appear in this massacre is not afraid to degenerate into’ roar Tianshi’ that kind of evil god? ！”
In the impression of reincarnated corpses, there are few goblins who can walk away before transfiguration.
On the one hand, this is due to chance, but on the other hand, it is also due to the need to pay attention to things and pay too much price.
Especially "Fei Lian", a god who is good and evil, will degenerate into a "roaring God" who brings disaster if he is not careful.
By that time, unless the Taoist Yuan God is cultivated by chance, it will never be a typhoon without self and thought.
"Fallen? That’s just a choice! "
Fei Lian, an elf in the wind, has a very relaxed face, and seems to have no eyes at all.
"Besides, I don’t care if I kill you and win your escort!"
Everyone was silent when this statement appeared.
Because after seeing Fei Lian’s amazing blade, no one will doubt whether the other party’s story is a joke
Chapter Two The Way of Bronze Bell
"What exactly are we escorting?"
"What even provoked this demigod?"
After a moment’s silence, the corpse could not help complaining again.
Complain to complain, but the resurrected corpse quickly assumed a fighting posture and stared at Fei Lian not far away with a careful face.
No matter what the escort is, the corpse and monk Zhuang just deliver the box to their destination.
The appearance of mountain spirits and wild monsters along the way, or Fei Lian in front of them, are all obstacles to their completion of the "obstacle"
"Actually, I’m more curious about how they know our route this time?"
Monks in comrade-in-arms Zhuang spoke silently and then got up from the ground.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Say this sentence when Fei Lian eyes looked at those who show some exhaustion.