Originally, the four mountain gates thought that Zhang Cheng was just making friends with ghosts, although there was something inappropriate, but the other party was just a folk cultivator, and there was no red tape in the big mountain gate, and no one would really embarrass him for this kind of thing.
But they never expected that Zhang Cheng himself was a zombie, and he was also a corpse demon cultivator Thinking that he had come to participate in the Dharma before, and even called each other Daoyou, the expressions of the disciples of the Four Great Mountain Sects were shocked and weird, and they didn't wake up for a long time.
Song Xinghai was also pale, purely frightened.
"You're a zombie, but how do you still have sanity" Zhang Cheng didn't answer at all, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Song Xinghai's chest.
Facing a corpse demon, Song Xinghai didn't dare to be careless at all, and while blocking it with Jiuyang Dust, he retreated sharply.
But after using the corpse demon body, Zhang Cheng's strength and speed increased explosively, and Song Xinghai only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Zhang Cheng's hand had reached his chest.
What a hand The whole palm of the hand was silvery, like a work of art made of sterling silver, but the five fingers were now curved into claws, and the sharp nails were five centimeters long, shimmering with a faint cold light.
Song Xinghai had no doubt that if Zhang Cheng was allowed to grasp this palm, he was afraid that his heart would be pulled out.
At the critical moment, Song Xinghai did not dare to hesitate at all, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed at Zhang Cheng.
Zombies are invincible, the only thing they are afraid of is the monk's magic blood, and the blood on the tip of the tongue is where the true qi of the body gathers.
This mouthful of blood mist erupted, and Zhang Cheng's movements finally slowed down for a moment, but as soon as the black qi on his body swirled, the blood evaporated.
However, Song Xinghai also took advantage of the opportunity in the blink of an eye to dodge far away and shouted towards the door.
"Fellow Daoists, this surnamed Zhang turned out to be a corpse demon, what are you waiting for, kill him with me" When the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain heard this, they also instantly regained their confidence, since the other party was a corpse demon, everything before must have been deliberately blamed on Song Xinghai in an attempt to tarnish Qingfeng Mountain's reputation.
When the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain thought of this, they were all annoyed in their hearts, took out the magic weapon on their bodies, and shouted nonsense.
"I saw that this surname Zhang was not a good thing, let's go up together and kill him" "Damn, no wonder I'm close to those ghosts, it turns out that I'm a zombie, it's really a nest of snakes and rats" "He must have some kind of plan to sneak into the Fa meeting, fortunately, Senior Brother Song revealed his true colors, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable" "Senior brothers, let's go up together and follow Senior Brother Song to kill the corpse demon" Hearing the shouts of the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, the other three mountain gates also had strange expressions.
Wu Weizi hesitated for a moment, and said in disbelief: "I originally thought that Zhang Dao was just a folk cultivator, so he was introduced to the festival, but I didn't expect that the real body was actually a corpse demon, and it also had a sanity, this is simply too incredible A corpse demon with sanity, it is even more terrifying than the corpse king, Xuanjing Zhenren, the dream mage, let's join forces, we must not let him escape, otherwise there will be endless troubles" Master Lost His Dream pronounced a Buddha name in his mouth, nodded thoughtfully, took out a purple gold bowl from behind him, and took a step forward with the monks of Fahua Temple.
Zhang Cheng glanced at everyone and said coldly: "I have words first, if anyone wants to find death, come in" After speaking, he looked at Song Xinghai, "Do you think that with these people, you can save you, don't dream, even if you slaughter the four major mountain gates, you will definitely die today."
"Bold ghosts dare to speak wildly" "Obediently tie your hands and arrest you, or you will be crushed and scattered" When the four mountain gates heard this, they immediately shouted angrily, and they were tense for a while.
Zhang Cheng looked at the clamoring crowd, his expression did not change in the slightest, he had expected this situation before, once his identity was exposed, the four major mountain gates would definitely rebel at the same time.
But so what, he Zhang Cheng was determined to kill the person, and no one could protect him If Song Xinghai is allowed to leave today, how will he face Lin Wan'er, and how can he be worthy of Ye Xiaoman Not to mention the four major mountain gates in the southwest, even if Maoshan and Longhu Mountain are present today, he will do the same.
Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of red light, and his feet moved, and he rushed towards Song Xinghai again.
As soon as the disciples of the Four Great Mountain Gates saw it, they immediately began to push the strong men who were blocking the door, wanting to rush in.
"I see who dares to come in" A figure suddenly blocked the door, and with a wave of the golden sword in his hand, it cut a crack on the floor, it was Hua Long.
Hua Long held his head high at this time, how could he still have the appearance of an old-fashioned dragon clock, and a surging true qi surrounded his body, showing his real-life cultivation.
But those Qingfeng Mountain disciples saw that Song Xinghai was beaten by Zhang Cheng and had no power to fight back, and they still drummed so much, and at the same time let out a shout, pushed away those strong men and rushed into the room.
Hua Long snorted, and as soon as his hand moved, he saw a flash of sword light, and a sword qi flew out from the golden sword, attacking the Qingfeng Mountain disciple who was running in front.
The disciples of Qingfeng Mountain were shocked, but they didn't expect Hua Long to really dare to make a move, and hurriedly used means to resist.
But Hualong is a real person with high-grade cultivation, and he also has local tyrant gold in his hand, which is what these junior disciples are about to block.
In just an instant, the sword qi broke through the defenses laid by the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain and sent the three people flying.
The three of them spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their faces were shocked, and the Qingfeng Mountain disciples behind them also hurriedly stopped.
"Hua Long, as a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, you actually helped to abuse" Hua Long's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "I went down the mountain decades ago, and now it has nothing to do with Qingcheng Mountain, I have shown mercy to my subordinates just now, but if anyone dares to take a step forward, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The face of the Qingfeng Mountain disciple was ugly, at this time, Hualong was guarding the door, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the cultivation was high, the Qingfeng Mountain disciple was not an opponent at all.
There was a clever one who hurriedly turned his head and shouted to Wuweizi and the others next to him: "Wuwei Daoist and Xuanjing Zhenren are all in the same vein as the Daomen, do you just watch it?"
The Dream Mage froze for a moment, and then opened his mouth to persuade.
"Hua Daoyou, how can you be with ghosts, turn back to the shore?"
Wu Weizi also said with a dark face: "Hua Daoyou, don't make mistakes, it's too late to regret it now."
Hua Longli ignored them, and just looked at Hou Jingshan, who was silent, "Little monkey, if you still recognize me as a senior brother, don't meddle in this matter today." ” "Xuanjing Daoyou, don't do it" Wuweizi hurriedly said: "Qingcheng Mountain is one of the top ten famous mountains, and it should be the first to be a model for the world's Taoism, and you must not spoil the righteousness because of a little personal affection":