The zombies controlled by the Soul Fixing Nail are not stiff at all compared to the current thunderclouds Thundercloud's eyes were all dead gray colors, and Thundercloud's fingernails also turned strange black.
The current thundercloud, if you wear an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, is definitely the best copy of the zombie in Lin Zhengying's zombie movie.
"How can he become like this in a while, what did he meet in that wood, ot, everyone present, felt a chill in their hearts.
The bouncing power of the thundercloud is very amazing, and it is five or six meters away from one rise and fall, and it is in front of everyone in a moment.
The Black Beast God and the Black Beast God suddenly sensed the hostility of the thunder cloud, and before Zhao Lingjun could give the order, a black thorn had already emerged from the ground.
As soon as the thundercloud jumped into the air and stretched out his fingers with black nails, he was tightly entangled by a black thorn and dragged back to the ground.
"Ordinary zombies, but their strength and speed are several times higher than ordinary people."
Lin Yiren stopped the black beast god who was roaring and wanted to rush up and smash the thundercloud into a meatloaf, took a deep breath, and looked at the misty mountain forest behind the thundercloud.
"But what kind of spell can turn a living person into such a zombie in a moment "Someone's coming."
Zhao Lingjun was about to talk to Lin Yiren, but he heard a slight footstep.
"This fellow Daoist is really smart."
With a burst of laughter, a blue-robed middle-aged Taoist appeared in everyone's sight.
Although he still didn't understand the origin of the blue-robed Taoist, the cold aura coming from the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist made Zhao Lingjun and the others feel very uncomfortable.
"Who are you" Lin Yiren looked at the thundercloud that was entwined with black thorns and couldn't move, and stared at the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist with a cold face and asked.
"I'm the owner of that white jade box."
The blue-robed middle-aged man with a grim face smiled.
"Thank you for helping me keep the white jade box for so long, now you can return it to us."
"The white jade box is yours" Zhao Lingjun was more or less taken aback.
"Exactly."
The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist nodded seriously.
"What do you use to prove that the white jade box is yours," Lin Yiren didn't believe this blue-robed Taoist with a cold aura all over his body.
"That white jade box has a rattan-like pattern."
The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist said.
"Since you said that the white jade box is yours, you must know how to open it" Zhao Lingjun looked at this blue-robed middle-aged Taoist with a cold face.
"If you know how to open it, tell what's in it.
I will return this white jade box to you. ” The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist was stunned, as if he didn't expect Zhao Lingjun to say it so simply, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.
"Hmph."
Lin Yiren looked at the stunned blue-robed middle-aged Taoist and smiled coldly.
"You think that if you say it casually, the white jade box is mine, we will give you something, you think we are idiots, even if you can tell what is in it, we still have to think about it.
But I didn't expect that you didn't even know what was inside, so you came to pretend to be the owner of the white jade box, you really want to make us laugh off our big teeth. ” A grim smile slowly appeared on the face of the blue-robed middle-aged man.
"With that said, we broke up our relationship "Since you won't give it to me with both hands, then I'll have to take it from your corpse."
The blue-robed middle-aged man looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren coldly and said.
"It's up to you," Lin Yiren seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Zhao Lingjun has always had no nonsense.
As soon as Lin Yiren's words fell, countless black thorns poured out from the ground, entangled the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist.
And a bright lightning bolt also fell from the sky and hit the top of the blue-robed middle-aged Daoist's head.
Zhao Lingjun and Hei Yu Shura's move has been very skillful in cooperating.
At the beginning, Yufeng Pill was completely lost temper by Zhao Lingjun's move.
"All things are prosperous, white bones are born, and yin and yang are transformed.
Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law.
When the lightning fell on the top of the blue-robed middle-aged man's head, a spell like a torrential rain appeared from the mouth of the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist.
The snow-white lightning suddenly hit the top of the blue-robed middle-aged man's head, and a dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the blue-robed middle-aged man's body.
In the white brilliance package, the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist was safe and sound, but the black thorns wrapped around his body suddenly dissipated like snowflakes splashed by boiling soup.
"This level of magic attack can't hurt me."
The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren with mocking eyes.
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"yes, yes Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren are not masters who can be easily intimidated.
The eight-sided door panel-like white bone nether sword suddenly appeared beside Zhao Lingjun, shooting towards the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist one after another.
And behind Zhao Lingjun's eight White Bone Nether Swords was Lin Yiren's latest puppet warrior who was like a tank, and the black beast god who could break spells was circulating on his body.
"Your Dao power is amazing, but this spell is a little worse."
The blue-robed middle-aged man smiled, and an incomparably cold aura rippled on his body, and even the surrounding air produced a circle of transparent ripples visible to the naked eye.
A white door suddenly appeared in the void in front of the blue-robed middle-aged Daoist.
After opening it, countless white hands stretched out from the door.
Eight Bone Nether Swords shot into the door one after the other.
And as soon as each sword was grabbed by those white hands, it lost contact with Zhao Lingjun.
When the white gate closed, the eight white bone nether swords disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, a white vortex suddenly appeared under the feet of the black beast god, and after the white vortex, the land under the feet of the black beast god became as smooth as a white gem.
The black beast god ran and roared desperately inside, but running around, it still stayed on the white ground less than a meter square.
"How can a mid-level Dao technique like yours compare to my ancient divine art."
The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren and smiled, and slowly took out a small white flag from his arms that seemed to flow with a cold mist.
"It's like this ordinary magic weapon of yours, how can it compare to my Hundred Ghost Soul Flag" The blue-robed middle-aged man took the small white flag in his hand, and there were countless cold winds whistling around the blue-robed middle-aged man.
"What do you say" Zhao Lingjun, Lin Qianxun, and Meng Xue were taken aback.
"Why, have you heard of the Hundred Ghost Conjuring Flags" The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist looked at Zhao Lingjun and the others who were taken aback with a little surprise, "But you regret it now, it seems that it is a little late." ” As soon as the blue-robed middle-aged man's voice fell, the miserable white small flag in the hands of the blue-robed middle-aged Taoist had turned into a white soul banner more than one person high.
The whole face of the spirit banner is made of phosphorus and phosphorus white bones, and the drops of blood, like living creatures, keep swimming on the white bones, looking indescribably weird.
The entire conjuring banner was covered with clouds, and countless terrible voices seemed to sound directly in people's minds, as if there were really countless powerful ghosts screaming incessantly For a moment, everyone's faces changed.
Because all the people found that at the moment when the blue-robed middle-aged man sacrificed the Hundred Ghost Summoning Flags, his hands and feet seemed to be suddenly wrapped tightly by something so cold that they couldn't move.
"How so?"
Zhao Lingjun is in a big way.
"Souls of the living and undead, enter my banner and listen to my commands" The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist looked at the startled Zhao Lingjun and the others, smiled proudly, and spit out a string of spells from his mouth.
As soon as the blue-robed middle-aged Daoist's spell came out, on the miserable white spirit flag, all the white bones trembled, and a burst of white cold light rippled out.
Zhao Lingjun only felt that the world in front of him had suddenly turned into a white skull smiling at him.
And the white skull seemed to have an indescribable suction, as if it wanted to pull all its flesh and blood out of itself.
Zhao Lingjun knew that the blue-robed Taoist in front of him with a hundred ghost spirit banner must have some kind of relationship with the senior brother who murdered his master thousands of years ago, but Zhao Lingjun is cold from head to toe now.
Because Zhao Lingjun knows that in the future, I am afraid that he will also become a walking corpse like Lei Yun, without any thoughts.
The suction on the smiling white skull became stronger and stronger, and Zhao Lingjun's consciousness had begun to blur.
"Bold, dare to plot against me."
Just as Zhao Lingjun was about to lose all consciousness, Zhao Lingjun suddenly heard a shout from a blue-robed middle-aged Taoist.
The white skull suddenly vanished, transforming into the original world.
The mountains and forests are still the same as before, but when Zhao Lingjun looked at it, Lin Yiren and the others were already lying on the ground unconsciously, and their faces were dead.
The blue-robed Taoist stroked his chest, and his body was covered with water stains.
And on the ground not far behind the blue-robed Taoist, there was a long-haired beauty lying on the ground, with bright bloodshot constantly flowing from the corners of her mouth, but it was the blue-clothed beauty that Zhao Lingjun saw in the hotel room who was following the gray-clothed Taoist of the Maoshan Sect that day.
"It's you."
Zhao Lingjun was taken aback.
"I underestimated your Dao power."
The blue-robed middle-aged Taoist glanced at Zhao Lingjun with a slightly unexpected cold smile, and then at Lin Yiren and the others who were lying down.
"Still, I'd like to see how long you can hold out under the Conjuring Banner." ,sj999,。
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