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Wang Yao broke his fist, slammed, and blasted, and the monster that jumped out was kicked out by him. The original way back, suddenly hit the wall, and the armor and hard wall of the body made a collision. .

"Master of Budo!?" The two old men looked at each other.

"What is this?" Wang Yao asked as he looked at the thing.

"Death without stiffness, zombies."

"Today is an eye-opener, and I have seen the scene!" Wang Yaodao.

He did not have the fear of the slightest fear, because through the observations and shots he had just made, he found that the means of this monster was just like this, and he could not pose an effective threat to himself.

"How to get rid of it?"

"Through the demon sword to stab its heart." Zhang Wei Hengdao.

"But this zombie is tangible and tangible, and the road is not good. The demon mirror may not be able to sustain it."

If it is a generally invisible ghost, it is okay, but this kind of tangible and qualitative ghosts will be greatly reduced.

"Need to fix it?"

"Yes."

"Is it impossible to interrupt its limbs?"

"There is theoretically ok, but after hundreds of years of erosive corrosion, it is now a zombie, hard to win copper and iron." Zhang Yiheng explained.

"I'll try."

"Be careful."

Wang Yao stepped in front of the zombie who had just climbed up.

The smell of rancidity is unbearable. What is more important is that it grows ugly and amazingly ugly. This kind of esteem appears in the night and is estimated to directly scare people.

The internal flow turns like the river,

fist,

Breaking the empty fist, the fist is broken.

A punch was printed on his chest and a bang, the zombie's chest collapsed directly, and then the body fell again, hitting the wall behind him, and even completely piled up by hard rock. The walls of the graves broke into cracks.

"Good punches!" The two old roads exclaimed.

The zombie stretched out his arm and was extremely fast, straight into the heart of Wang Yao.

Broken,

Wang Yao had a hand and a slamming sound. The arm was immediately diagnosed. The fragile was like a wafer, and it was harder than copper and iron.

The two old roads are seeing,

"Is this, are they wrong?!"

Is this zombie road not enough, or is this young man too high, they are too floating?

Complete suppression,

This kind of attack relies entirely on instinct, and there is no rule at all.

After a short while, Wang Yao broke all the limbs of the zombie, and then it fell to the ground.

"All right."

The rest of the things seem to have become much simpler. Zhang Yiheng stabbed the demon sword into the heart of the zombie. It struggled a few times, then the body did not move, and then began to sink down quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is like a butter that is melted by heat, but it gives off a disgusting taste.

In this process, Wang Yao saw the magical place of the demon sword, and how to force the old road. This obvious demon sword that is neither suitable for puncture nor cutting is easily penetrated into the heart of the zombie, like a knife cut. Butter is usually a breeze.

Ok? !

Just when Wang Yao thought that the matter was over, he felt a unique breath smashed out of the zombie's body and then fell into the square stone.

"Okay." Zhang Yiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"The repair of the donor is really amazing!"

This is simply the wave of the Yangtze River after the waves, the front waves were shot dead on the beach.

"The road leader praised, I think there is still a flaw in this stone."

"Well, just take a look at it."

At this point, they are still very careful and slowly approaching.

The sarcophagus lid has been completely opened, and there is a strange metal object in the shape of a pagoda with a complicated mantra.

"What is this?"

"This is called the town soul tower."

"The soul tower, what role?"

"Stay in the soul and prevent it from doing evil."

Wang Yao listened carefully and then stretched his hand to the soul tower of the town.

"The donor can't." Zhang Yiheng hurriedly stopped.

"how?"

"There is a curse on this, and it is rashly touched. I am afraid that it will not happen."

Cursing, is it that these feelings are different and different?

Wang Yao can feel that there is a very unique atmosphere on this tower, which makes people very uncomfortable. It is a colder than the tomb.

"The breath should be drilled in."

Wang Yao thought about it, then reached out and took the town demon tower.

Hey, that tower trembled from the tremor, and then the chilly wind triumphed.

The bells and bells on the two old roads rang again in a hurry.

"not good!"

"Quickly let go."

"No problem." Wang Yao reached out and gestured to them.

He manipulated the internal and external release, and then formed a closed round clock, which covered this exquisite and strange "town demon tower". In an instant, the two old roads were very vigilant, and the breath of the enemy disappeared. The bells on their waists also stopped ringing.

"What is this?"

"Xuanmen suffocated, isolated its breath." Zhang Wei Hengdao.

“Is this an antique?”

"Yes, the history of more than 400 years, unfortunately, it has been polluted by ghosts."

Originally used for the soul of the soul, the result was used to help the ghost, or this resentment for four hundred years, and more and more powerful.

The inner interest of Wang Yao’s cultivation is originally pure and pure, and it can be as dark and soft, or it can be as far as yang to just, and yin and yang are interchangeable. At this time, the internal interest of him is from the sun to the Gang, just the nemesis of these things, the breath hidden in the tower is like a piece of ice, hidden in an iron bucket, but outside With the flames roasting, I can't hide for a while.

Since I couldn’t hide, I came out there, so it rushed out, but the consequences of the rushing out were even more terrible. I was instantly melted away by this pure yang, so it got into it.

Wang Yao held this "soul tower" in this way, quietly running the inner breath, constantly melting the breath hidden in it, and his inner interest in the tower, through the gaps, It infiltrates into it like water.

In the end, this breath can be completely eliminated even if it is not able to resist.

All right,

I felt that the smell of the inside of the road disappeared completely, and Wang Yao received the interest.

"Resolved?" Zhang Yiheng asked and tried.

"It should be solved." Wang Yaodao.

At this moment, although there is still the kind of chilly gas in the tomb, it is no longer so infiltrating, and the source has been eliminated. These things are like passive water and will soon disappear.

"That's good, then that's good!"

"I didn't expect that the cultivation of the donor was so powerful. This time, the two devils, our two old Taoist priests became helpers." Zhang Yiheng smiled.

"You have won the prize, but it is accidental."

This contact gave Wang Yao another layer of insight. This is very rare. It may be that after ten years on Nanshan, I can't learn something that I can't comprehend.

Solved this trouble, they came to the corps of the Taoist.

He has completely lost his breath, or he has been dead for many days, but the body is being used by ghosts.

"This is a disciple of the old road. He is called He Heng. He is very talented and willing to work hard, but it is a pity!"

"The younger brother is not too tall and too sad. It is already here, and it needs to be seen."

"Yes, brother."

In fact, these people, do not look at the weekdays, there is nothing, just retreat in the mountains, but if it is really a problem, it is related to life and death, a little careless may have the consequences like the Taoist on the ground, death and death .

"Let's go out?"

"The two leaders ask, I want to see it here." Wang Yaodao.

"So let's stay here?"

I don’t know if the design is clever or because the tomb door is open. The breath is not too turbid, but it is so, ordinary people can’t stand it. Wang Yao is not an ordinary person, neither of them is a god, but he looks It is obvious that the two old bodies have obvious adverse reactions and their breathing is a little short.

Wang Yao quickly turned around and looked at the carvings on the walls. All of them were stories of Buddhist enchantments.

"Let's go out, Daochang?"

"it is good."