New White Snake Asking Immortals

The wind blew the wooden windows and rattled, and the rice paper on the table was scattered all over the room.

An elegant man with a beard in his thirties entered the house, hurriedly closed the doors and windows to pick up papers, and heard the whimpering and howling wind outside, the strange sound of broken window papers, and the crisp sound of falling tiles. I wonder if it hurt anyone.

The dragon's bloody black clouds and banners rolled up, and the nine-day wind howled. In the face of such bad weather, life and death were as thin as paper.

Yuan Xiu patted the dust off his head, causing dust to rise in the room.

"Ahem..."

Yuan Xiu didn't dare to use his real name in the fortress, and he was also very helpless for the karma owed to his ancestors for offending Jiaolong.

Even though he has no strength to restrain a chicken, he has a grudge against the world's most powerful beast, the Demon Emperor. Maybe others will not believe it if he tells it. The world is often so magical.

The ink in the inkstone has dried up, and the clear water in the copper basin has become muddy, so it cannot be used.

Outside the house, the wind whimpered and the sky was dark.

While watching on the city wall, Yang Xiu has seen corpses with gray dead air above their heads, covering the sky and sun, and the sun is not penetrating. It is said that the body is strong and can resist the filth. , very strange.

But there was a storm on the side of the fortress, and it was said that it was caused by that dragon.

A few days ago, there was a lot of rumors about the dragon fighting the devil in the siege of the capital. Many people witnessed the mighty dragon fighting the devil with their own eyes.

Thinking of his ancestor offending such a terrifying beast, Yang Xiu faintly felt a pain in his head.

"After scraping for five or six days, I don't know what the dragon is doing."

I heard the sound of gray tiles sliding down and rubbing, and then someone let out an 'ah', cursed and walked away.

It’s windy outside and I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to write a poem when I pick up a brush. Looking at the dry and dusty inkstone, I suddenly lose interest. I miss the bamboo forest villages in the south, green mountains, green waters, wild bamboo forests, thatched huts, grass pavilions, and yellow plum rain. Eating white rice made by an elderly loving mother...

I went north for several months, but I don't know when I will return.

Suddenly I heard the eager greeting of the book boy outside the window.

"Sir! Sir, come out and have a look! My God... Master Tianshen is angry!"

Yuan Xiu came back to his senses, and found that there was neither a strong wind nor a whimper outside the window, so he pushed the door out out of curiosity, and looked involuntarily at a certain mountain in the pass.

"This... the ancestor is confused!"

Resentment and mourning are full of helplessness.

The god didn't see it, but saw a huge ball in the sky, yes, it was an extremely huge ball, so big that Yuan Xiu couldn't find the right words to describe it, the surface was covered with yellow, black and white like running water, as if stirring Non-uniform colored sugar, non-stop rotation.

The yellow ones are the dust blown into the sky, the black ones are the converging ink clouds, and the white ones are water vapor.

There are still black and lead clouds all around being attracted by the airflow and gathering there.

The wind on the ground has stopped, but the wind and clouds are still moving in the sky.

The naked eye can vaguely see a white fluorescent dot under the huge sphere, and he knows that that is the terrifying flood dragon offended by his ancestors. Look at the sphere that is constantly rotating due to the strong wind, and then think about the courage of his ancestors. It's hard not to complain.

The vision in the sky attracted the attention of the zombies, and soon, groups of high-level zombies rushed to the fortress!

As in the past, another battle broke out!

There are a lot of zombies. Most of the zombies are equivalent to human monks in the stage of becoming a god, and a small number of them are in the Mahayana stage.

A light curtain was raised in the fortress, and the huge defensive array arranged by Chunyang was flickering and working at full capacity!

Countless dots of light fly into the sky to fight zombies!

Yuan Xiu and the others looked up at the ever-blooming brilliant lights in the sky. The army defended themselves with formations. The elders of Chunyang Palace and senior disciples were busy manipulating the formations. .

The Zixu Sword Formation, the Golden Buddha taught by the West, the strange and unpredictable Jiuli witchcraft, and some scattered magic weapons are shining!

The battlefield is spread out widely, and there are not many people in the sky above the fortress.

On the top of the mountain, Bai Yujun slowly sinks and floats two feet above the ground, her slender legs are straight, her toes are pointing downwards, and the battle group compresses the storm by itself without looking at the surrounding...

"Xiaobai! We are here!"

Yang Mu and Xu Ling supported on both sides,

Xu Ling, who used to be lazy, used his sword skill to resist the aftermath of the surrounding spells in a heroic manner, for fear that those spells would hit the constantly compressing storm sphere and busy intercept them.

Soon, Mu Duo, who was being carried away by the butterfly, also came to help.

Although the real decisive battle has not yet started, every battle is extremely dangerous, and someone may fall at any time. Human magic treasures and talismans emerge in endlessly. Live or die by the rules.

High-level zombies look more like humans, except for gray skin, fangs and red eyes, it is hard to tell the difference, and they even know how to wear clothes and armor to take care of their appearance.

The moves are simple and violent, just rush and get close to the opponent. Once close, human monks will hardly be spared.

This was also the first time that Bai had faced a zombie when he encountered a daring zombie approaching him. The two had the same intentions and coincided with each other.

All the real people in Chunyang cooperate with each other to faintly form a large formation, fighting with group strength, and the Western religion also has its own method.

The most outstanding are the black and white wizards of the two tribes of Nanhuang Jiuli, where poisonous insects emerge in endlessly, and the specially strengthened Jiuli warriors can compete with zombies.

The sky is flickering with shadows falling from time to time...

In the mid-air, there are elders from the lineage of Chunyang Lingxu circling and wandering. When they encounter a human being injured, they step forward to rescue them.

Yu Rong, Qi Yun and other top Chunyang masters did not move, and several old monks of the Western Sect also did not appear.

Jiuli is also only a few masters playing, and more is to prevent other high-level zombies on the opposite side.

In the sky, a certain strong zombie wearing armor suddenly sprouted buds all over his body, blooming and bearing fruit all over his body, attracting butterflies to linger...

"Roar!"

The fully colorful zombies roared, roaring and rushing towards Mu Duo!

Mu Duo was calm and calm, pulled out the slender Jiuli knife and slashed at the zombie. The sharpness of the knife has a fragrance, so you don't have to guess and you know that her knife must be poisonous!

Fighting with swordsmanship is skillful and fierce.

Compared with a certain Bai who slashed and poked fiercely with a knife, the martial arts of the saintess in Yunyao Ancient Village are more agile like Jiuli dance.

Mu Duo and Yang Muxuling kept intercepting the zombies who wanted to get close to the storm sphere, but the sphere was too big and the manpower was sometimes poor. The zombie who was fighting with Mu Duo suddenly took advantage of his injuries and launched a sneak attack. The tattered weapon was thrown at the sphere that was constantly rotating at high speed...

The timing was too tricky to stop, Mu Duo slashed the zombie's face with a cold face!

The knife-edge black toxin spreads rapidly!

The zombie didn't care and sneered at Mu Duo's mistake.

"You failed~hehe~"

His voice was hoarse and harsh, as if he hadn't drank water for more than a month, his throat was dry, and the toxins on his face invaded his brain fiercely, and then the Jiuli fine knife in Mu Duo's hand penetrated his spine.

He turned his head and glanced at the huge sphere, which was still spinning rapidly and nothing happened.

Under the veil, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

"You don't understand, it's not a spell, it's just a storm."

The green grass grows crazily and keeps withering and sprouting, and the ashen face is covered by flowers, and finally unable to support the injury, he falls unwillingly...

On the top of the mountain, there is a small sphere in the middle of Bai Yujun's slender jade hand, which is the same as the sky sphere above her head. It floats in front of her. Dark clouds continue to gather around the sphere, and the slender fingers of her small hands are constantly connecting points around the small sphere.

It is clearly manipulating the real thing through the virtual storm sphere in his hand...

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