Reverend Insanity: Fifty-fifth corpse strikes

Ding Hao is hiding in a bush, looking down at the caravan at the foot of the mountain, licking his lips excitedly.

"According to the message left in the cave, as long as I slaughter a thousand people and enough of a zombie team, I can leave this place and go to Swamp Mountain and officially become Master's disciple!"

He was just a mountain villager who was recruited by a caravan passing by the village as labor.

But as they passed the Tombstone Hill, the caravan was besieged by a large number of zombies. He was abandoned, used as cannon fodder, and broken with dozens of other domestic slaves.

The rest are dead, and he flees to the mountain in a panic. When he was out of his way, he suddenly found that a cave was very safe, and the zombies around it did not dare to wander around the entrance.

He enters this cave, only to find a line of magic.

It turned out that the demon master had slaughtered a family, and after setting up a monument on the ruins, he still left a secret heritage at this time.

This inheritance is so deep that mortals cannot inherit it.

Ding Hao opened the hole in this hole, then practiced slowly, and passed the test step by step.

He used to be only a C-level qualification, but there are rare crickets in the hole. After using it, he was upgraded to a B-level qualification.

Ding Hao practiced in the tombstone mountain with great concentration. It took him more than eight years to reach the level of three turns, reached the standard, and broke into the final secret room.

In the Chamber of Secrets, the demon master left only one inscription, claiming to be the second-generation zombie king. If there are descendants here, it means there is a fate, if you want, you can go to Swamp Mountain to worship and follow yourself to south Xinjiang.

As a final test, the second-generation zombie king demanded that later people have to slay thousands of people, and at the same time smash out a zombie army. There are detailed standards, such as how many white-haired zombies are at least, how many are black-haired zombies, and how many are green-haired zombies. But if there are blue hair zombies, one is needed directly, even if the entry standard is met.

Ding Hao is honest. Honest people often have the advantage of being practical.

He practiced alone on Tombstone Hill for more than eight years. Tolerance of loneliness and loneliness can only be accompanied by zombies, and the cultivation will be accumulated to three turns little by little.

He was just a domestic slave, but he only looked on the world of the puppet master, so he didn't understand.

When he was confused, this inscription no doubt gave him a new direction in life, and gave him another goal.

The second-generation Zombie King was also a domestic slave, both of whom had the same origin, which further increased Ding Hao's sense of identity in his heart.

After seeing this inscription, Ding Hao set about working hard and started killing people while accumulating zombies.

Ding Hao soon discovered that these two tasks were actually complementary.

When he kills someone, he can use the body to get new zombies. As new zombies join, the power in his hands will increase, which will kill more people.

Tombstone Mountain is located on one of the three most important commercial roads in southern Xinjiang. Caravans pass by every month.

Ding Hao spent almost three years again, and at this time, he is finally close to success.

The caravan at the foot of the mountain is his last stepping stone!

This is a great prey!

There are big and small caravans. Large caravans pass by. Ding Hao hides every time. For medium-sized caravans, Ding Hao didn't dare to beat his edge. Only those small caravans, Ding Hao dare to take the shot, secretly command the zombie to hunt.

When you are lucky, the caravans will take the initiative to abandon some livestock, or domestic slaves.

When you are unlucky, when you encounter hard stubble, zombies will be slaughtered and lose a lot. Can only accumulate again.

But the caravan at the foot of the mountain is worse than the small caravan. It is already disabled. Like an old man with a lingering candlestick, he is struggling and seems to be able to pour it with just one finger.

Ding Hao is confident to settle this caravan.

He thinks this is a great gift from God to himself.

Deep at night, a dark cloud drifts slowly, covering the moonlight.

Dark around the camp.

"Kill." Ding Hao's eyes flashed, and he drank secretly in his heart. The arranged zombie army sneaked past the camp in all directions.

"What is it?" The scout division outside the caravan camp was very alert.

"Is there a discovery ?!" Several of the puppeteers around him were nervous.

The eyes of the five puppet masters all stared at the dark place ahead.

Although the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, a huge bonfire was lit on the camp.

The campfire was blowing in the sound of the mountain wind.

In the change of firelight, a zombie covered with white hair jumped into the sight of the reconnaissance division.

Several puppets looked at each other and laughed.

"Haha, a stiff white hair."

"Cut, make a fuss, startle me."

"Small three, go and get rid of this unlucky zombie ..." The leader of the team of puppet masters was indifferent.

This white-haired zombie has the weakest combat power and is not as good as an ordinary beast.

"Yes, boss." A young teacher walked with a smile.

"Be careful of its corpse poison. It will be a bit troublesome if the stuff is on it. I don't have any interpretation of it." The healing mentor in the team reminded.

"I know, I know. Are you a three-year-old?" The young mentor who went out waved impatiently.

If you really want to be poisoned by the corpse, then you must ask other puppet masters for treatment, at least half a stone.

However, this kind of white-haired zombie has a clear-cut look at the attack action and is very easy to avoid. Since entering the tombstone hill, the young puppet master has killed a lot.

"As long as you pay attention to dodge this thing, nothing will happen ... uh!" The young master was muttering to himself, and suddenly his voice paused.

His pupils narrowed and his mouth widened, revealing extreme horror.

"What's wrong?" The four puppeteers at the back, when they realized something was wrong, asked quickly.

The young mentor was reminded by this voice, his body shook like an electric shock, and he turned and ran back.

"Quick, signal. There are zombies!" he yelled, his face panicked.

"A white-haired zombie, afraid of a bird egg ... I, my grass!"

The four puppet masters yelled at the same time.

Hundreds of white-haired zombies rushed towards the camp. Among the white hair zombies, there are also more powerful black hair zombies.

The bonfire is burning, and there are many figures in the darkness. I don't know how many zombies are still approaching.

Dang Dang Dang ...

The gong sounded suddenly in the camp.

"A group of zombies is approaching the camp!"

"They surround the entire camp!"

"Fast and fast, everyone is up to defense ..."

Jia Long also has some deputy chiefs. He climbed up the temporary wooden wall and his face was dignified.

"Damn, which **** has been offended by this merchant, and luck is extremely bad!"

"If I have a tombstone mountain more than ten times, I have never seen such a large corpse today ..."

"You guys, complaining is useless. At this point, if you want to survive, you have to fight hard!"

"Work together to defeat this zombie group !!!"

Crowds roared in the camp to boost morale. On the other hand, the zombie army on the periphery was silent, only the sound of footsteps constantly beating.

The two lineups form a strange and sharp contrast.

The killings are in full swing soon.

The magistrates rely on wooden walls to defend themselves, and use all kinds of long-range attacks. Around the camp there were all kinds of bright colors, such as ice cones, fireballs, vines, rolling stones, etc., and gave the zombie striker a good drink.

A large amount of white sclerotium fell to the ground and was crushed into pieces, burned into coke, frozen into ice, and crushed into meat.

"Kill, kill. Hehehe ..." Ding Hao lurked on the mountainside, sneer.

He is no longer a younger brother. He has accumulated experience over the years. These white stiffs are all cannon fodder, the purpose is to send away the true value of the Masters.

Sure enough, after a moment, the attack power of the puppet masters was obviously sparse and weak

"I can't do it anymore, there is not much left in Zhenyuan."

"I want to reply to the real Yuan too!"

"Who will replace me. Damn, why is this white hair stiff?"

The number of caravans is too small, and the white hair zombies are endless, and finally under pressure, they rush under the wooden wall.

Under the impact of the corpse, these temporary wooden walls made a sudden and dangerous sound.

"Damn, hold on, hold on to me!"

"Call the reserve team to support."

The two sides are deadlocked down and down the wooden wall. One side had to rush in, and the other side had to guard the pass. White hair zombies suffered a lot of wear and tears, which made Ding Hao somewhat distressed.

"It's your turn, darlings." He thought, a group of black-haired zombies, killed from the rear and joined the battlefield.

White-haired zombies are slow-moving and will suffer damage from sunlight. They cannot walk in broad daylight.

If fed with fresh blood, you can grow into a black haired zombie after a few years. These zombies are covered with black hair, have more strength, have stronger defenses, and jump faster. Although it will also be burned by the sun, it is not as afraid as the white-haired zombie.

The combat power of black hair zombies is already equivalent to the beastmaster!

The batch of black-haired zombies sent by Ding Hao, with more than fifty heads, assembled and charged. He found another weak point in the defense of the camp, and immediately destroyed a wall and collapsed it.

Despite the camp, manpower was mobilized to stop it. However, there were still a few black hairs, rushing into the depths of the camp.

A black-haired zombie sweeps his arms and sweeps a magister.

The master fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Hei Mao jumped stiffly and rushed at him.

"I'm dead!" Yanshi closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly heard a loud bang.

He opened his eyes and saw a solid figure standing in front of him. And the black hair was stiff, and fell in the distance.

"It's the black earth lord of the Zhang family!"

Roar!

The black hair stiffened with a punch from Fang Yuan, his chest collapsed, but he didn't die, but jumped up and killed Fang Yuan again.

Fang Yuan covered his body with a layer of white manure, and frowned slightly, waiting for it to approach, grabbing his arms, and tearing sharply.

The black hair was instantly torn in half by Fang Yuan's power.

A splatter of blood from the corpse poison was splattered by the white mang virtual armor.

Fang Yuan throws away two corpses at will. This kind of injury, even the blue hair stiffened by the monster level, will perish.

"Thank you for your help!" The rescued martial artist was completely taken by Fang Yuan's momentum, shouting with joy and sincerity.

Fang Yuan ignored him, but set his sights on the chaotic battlefield.

(ps: change it today and revise the outline. Restore two changes tomorrow.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and faster!)