Guardian Chapter 148: Silver Corpse vs. Golden Corpse

Chen Feng held an exquisite scale in his hand, in the grave.

Preparing to let Chen Ping go to the Yin-Yang album.

Unexpectedly, a ray of light blasted through the large tomb, straight through the tomb.

Before he could react, a cloud of light and shadow approaching the extreme hit him.

Chen Feng's subconscious reaction was to slap a backhand with a backhand like a smash.

A familiar soul reverberated in his mind, and Chen Feng directly stunned.

It's too late to take a closer look, and he won't allow him to think too much.

The tomb was hit hard by this, and it disintegrated directly, leaving the large tomb suspended in midair to pieces.

Chen Feng’s current situation is like a spacecraft hitting the core by ground-to-air, and the hull is tilting, blasting, dismembering...

The stone rain under the sky covered the sky, and almost one-third of the entire Dingcheng was affected.

This scene is more like apocalypse.

Scattered along with them were Chen Feng, Huan Hong, Chen Ping, Da Mao, Er Mao, and a large number of people in black robes.

Chen Feng is as light as a feather, and as light as a swallow. He stepped on a stone slab in the air and used a reed to cross the river. He continued to eject and jump across the river. At the same time, he threw out the entanglement of iron wire, taking into account the red, big and Ermao.

Cao Guangxiao, who was hiding in the ruins and watching the situation, was shocked.

The Chen Feng, who was supposed to pay homage to the folks in Luwei Town, was like a grasshopper jumping in the falling rocks at this moment.

"Snatching good luck pills." Li Lanzhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he rushed to the light and shadow of the corpse who was shot flying by Chen Feng's weight.

Fan Xiaoxi and Chen Jingyan followed closely and escorted them.

Jin Fengwei, Feng Bucheng, and Han Lin disappeared at the same time.

The mid-air chaos is on again.

The scene before him makes Chen Feng's brains completely inadequate.

Unfamiliar ruins, hideous blood pools, corpse puppets rampant everywhere, ghosts shuttled around, like a ghost town, he even thought he had come to hell.

There are also six people who fought fiercely to seize "Good Fortune Pill".

What is good luck pills?

Did Chen Ping put the dirty emperor container in his mouth and prepare to make another dirty emperor's stuff?

No time to think about it.

Chen Feng’s iron wire was wrapped around Huanhong, Damao, and Ermao, stepping on falling rocks in mid-air and falling into the ruins.

"Master." Huan Hong screamed, stretched out his arm, and pointed towards the blood pond.

Chen Feng looked back, and several people in black robes, as well as Chen Ping, fell into the blood pool like dumplings.

They are like sinking into a muddy lake, too late to struggle.

In the blood pool, the ghosts congealed countless **** hands and pulled them down.

Chen Ping's body was covered with **** hands, and his entire face was shed like layers of burnt skin. The dying blood-colored skull shape was still roaring, "He is not a dirty emperor...cuckoo."

Chen Feng suddenly fought a cold war.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was slightly taken aback by the scene in front of him.

There are groups of resentful souls, and the whole city is filled with resentful souls.

There is also Yin Ling who is constantly devouring and growing.

This... how many people died with such a huge number of resentful souls.

Huan Hong saw Chen Ping's death in the blood pool, and her heart felt bitter.

She didn't have time to be sad, so she had to rub her arms with goose bumps.

"Why... why is it so cold."

Can it be cold? Densely filled with resentful souls, they are almost touching her body.

Cao Guangxiao pushed the cracked stone on one side of the ruins and got his head out.

He was in a gray haze and waved to Chen Feng excitedly, "Eleventh, here."

Chen Feng stepped forward quickly, pulled him out of the cracked stone slab, and looked at him with a faintly dark face and a serious injury. Chen Feng understood that he had been poisoned by a corpse.

"What the **** is going on." Chen Feng was dealing with Cao Guangxiao's injuries, while directing Da Mao to **** the corpse poison from him.

Cao Guangxiao looked at the big hair with cracked and bleeding teeth, his body stiffened subconsciously.

"It's okay, mine." Chen Feng didn't explain too much, and patted Cao Guangxiao's arm to signal him to feel relieved.

Cao Guangxiao's muscles tensed, and his face was nervous as Da Mao pierced his blood tooth into his neck.

If it were not for his absolute trust in Chen Feng, Cao Guangxiao even thought that Mao would kill himself.

The feeling of blood being drawn made Cao Guangxiao's scalp numb and his body stretched straight. He grabbed Chen Feng's arm with his backhand and closed his eyes with tension.

The dark veins on his face gradually faded as Da Mao sucked, and the color of the lips of the living dead also became bloody.

Da Mao puffed with satisfaction, and reluctantly left the taste of growing obsession.

Cao Guangxiao's body lightened, and the feeling of being enveloped by the shadow of death suddenly lightened.

"Is this the solution?" Cao Guangxiao exhaled, couldn't believe it was that simple.

"It's not difficult to meet." Chen Feng took a casual sentence and asked: "What happened, is this still Dingcheng? How did the Big Three of Kyoto appear here?"

Cao Guangxiao was naturally confused, rubbing his eyebrows and said: "Like you, I can't figure out the clues at all. The pace of development is so fast that no one believes it. First, the corpses changed and we didn't touch the clues. When the monsters invaded and the city guards rebelled, just when everyone thought the monsters were coming, the corpse puppets and the Tanzhou army emptied the monsters of the rebels. They thought they were rescuers. A big storm swept over, and the corpse puppets and the Tanzhou army were the biggest rebels. They slaughtered the living and settled 200,000 people in the city, and even more people from Tanzhou were thrown into the blood pool."

Cao Guangxiao's eyes were red, his expression was sad, he sighed, and his body faintly trembled with his fists clenched, "Hundreds of thousands or even millions of people have been sacrificed for life."

It’s no wonder that the city is full of resentful souls... Chen Feng thought that since the Big Three in Kyoto had all appeared, it must have happened, combined with the information he received from Chen Ping.

Chen Feng can roughly speculate that the Zombie should want to recreate a powerful character like the Zangdi, and sacrificed Dingcheng and even the entire Tanzhou in blood.

Now, at least, it is clear that the so-called Jigoku Sect rebellion is planned by the zombies behind the scenes.

However, the Big Three and the Zombie trio fought and robbed the group of light and shadow. What happened? Could it be the so-called good fortune pill that was condensed after the blood sacrifice.

This kind of life mantou, the Big Three probably want to destroy it.

Chen Feng was thinking wildly, and the parade Ermao roared to warn him.

An inestimable number of corpses and ghosts gathered around here.

"Get out of the city first, leave here to find a safe place to speak." Chen Fengxu summoned a carving knife in the sky and turned to the city gate.

"The colleagues in the town soul may still be alive." Cao Guangxiao pointed to the house not far away, not sure, but he was lucky.

"Let's save people first. Let's break through together." Chen Feng saw that the house was not far away, and the surrounding corpses were mainly silver corpses and ghosts. If a quick fight is made, it should not be caught in a heavy siege.

Da Mao and Er Mao had long been staring at them, and when they received Chen Feng's instructions, they rushed forward in a hurry.

The same silver corpse, in front of Da Mao and Er Mao who instinctively used zombies, looks like a torn piece of paper.

The big hairy disappeared in place with a scream. The previous crit hits that went straight and fisted into a shadow with the trembling arc of the wave pattern of the flesh, giving birth to a silver corpse that pierced the road.

Er Mao was even more violent, hitting Silver Corpse's head with the top of his knees, and leaning over was a strange scissor kick that violated the physiological structure of the human body.

Cao Guangxiao, dozens of ghosts and Li Sha-level soul army, gave cover to Da Mao and Er Mao who opened the way.

The soul army has little effect on the silver corpse, and their main target is the ghost.

A single soul army is not a ghostly opponent. It has an advantage in number. As long as it is entangled, it will win.

After being entangled, Chen Feng ends it.

Yin Ling is an excellent material for refining savage ghosts. Chen Feng rubbed the God Lantern and collected the words again and again, making the Yin Ling a great harvest.

Facing with the corpse puppet and the Yin spirit, Huan Hong's causal approach is greatly reduced. Fortunately, she also has a magical skill that melts the dough with the demon pill.

Temporary team, complementary means, more and more skilled in cooperation.

There are "tanks" with thick skins such as Da Mao and Er Mao pushing horizontally in front.

There is Cao Guangxiao, a "necromancer" used by him.

There are "ammunitionists" who make dough bombs such as Huanhong and support them remotely.

There is also a "puppet master" like Chen Feng who collects ghosts and tries to refine savage ghosts in battle.

Melee and long range are available, and the firepower and assistance are not bad.

The five-person team is in a crushing situation, stable output, and flat push to the vicinity of the house.

"Roar".

A roar of metallic noise.

A golden corpse blocked the way.

Cao Guangxiao clenched all over, this golden corpse looked like the guy who almost gave him a chill.

Big Mao and Er Mao exploded at the same time, and the powerful aura of the same kind made the two peak silver corpses arouse fierceness.

Da Mao's whole body is silvery and pale gold, with faint signs of evolution.

The pupils of his eyes were dark, rapidly expanding, and a golden line at the corner of his eyes spread to his cheeks.

Da Mao made a dull roar in his throat, his fangs swelled, and his thick nails grew rapidly.

He stared at the golden corpse, his knees slightly bent, his arms drooping, and he swayed naturally.

This is Da Mao's natural attack posture when he encounters a powerful enemy.

With a shuddering sound, he cracked the stone slab on the spot and rushed towards the golden corpse.

The golden corpse didn't show any weakness, roaring into the air.

There was a muffled thunder rolling sound.

Da Mao's body cracked with torn dark lines and rolled to the ground.

The golden corpse roared and was shot into the low wall by a bump.

He smashed the low wall, his gold body was deeply sunken.

The strength of the big hairy body blessed by the iron wire and the grave soil is not too far behind the golden corpse.

The two corpse puppets rushed towards each other again.

The most primitive bursting blast, leaving no extra energy to fist.

This is a violent power contest.

Da Mao's strength lies in his continuous explosive power. The flesh sac transformed by Chen Feng gives him the ability to continue fighting.

The battle between the two was extremely brutal and bloody.

Da Mao's body was broken to the point where the wire was exposed.

Naturally, the golden corpse is not much better. At first, it can be suppressed by levels. With the rampage of the big hair body technique, it starts to be suppressed everywhere.

It's really a silver corpse congregation technique, and the golden corpse can't stop it.

Mao roared with a roar, found the space, clasped the chest of the golden corpse with his left and right hands, and violently tore the golden corpse in half.

Da Mao is bathed in flesh and blood, roaring domineeringly, like a demon descending to the world.

He clenched his dark and **** fist, and roared angrily around him with a fierce anger.

The surrounding silver corpses were suppressed by Da Mao's aura and backed up, seeming to acknowledge his status as the king among the silver corpses.

Er Mao also met a golden corpse.

I have seen Mao's method of killing a thousand enemies and harming himself by 800, and Chen Feng believes that it is not worthwhile to lose combat power at this time.

He summoned two worlds of Yin and Yang evil spirits and dragon teeth in the void, and threw them to Da Mao and Er Mao.

Weapons in hand, Da Mao chopping wood, Er Mao cut flowers.

Not only can the two ends know physical skills, but also the pinnacle-level silver corpse with weapons, two-to-one, the golden corpse entangled with the two hairs, a few rounds, it was chopped and cut to pieces.

The death of two golden corpses announces the birth of the puppet king of silver corpses.

Da Mao and Er Mao scanned the surrounding silver corpses with a fierce anguish, with a faint aura of surrender.

When Da Mao and Er Mao began to devour the golden corpse, this feeling of suppression on the corpse puppet became stronger.

The silver corpse didn't dare to step forward anymore, backing back and back.

Without the powerful output of Silver Corpse, Yin Ling is the material in Chen Feng's eyes.

With the existence of God Deng, it must be laborious to pack high-quality things, but putting away the Yin Ling is almost like drinking the wind.

It's not a long time, and more than 30 ghosts are in the lamp.

In a moment, the silver corpse receded, the ghost disappeared, and the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

"You corpse puppet has amazing power." Huan Hong looked at the big hair and Er Mao who divided the gold-eating corpse, wriggling her throat, resisting the urge to retching.

Cao Guangxiao also nodded and said: "The golden corpse is torn by hand, it is as horrible as this, in time, I am afraid that it will not be far from the birth of spiritual wisdom."

He thought about it a little bit, and said with some worry: "But it's better not to appear in front of people. Corpse puppets that are not registered in the Fumo Hall are not allowed to exist."

Chen Feng happily said, "All those present are his own. I won't tell you, you don't tell, who knows."

Cao Guangxiao opened his mouth, his face trembled, and stopped talking.

He carefully walked around the silver corpse eating at both ends, over the wall and entered the house.

Chen Feng knocked down the courtyard door, surprised: "Why do you want to overturn the wall if there is a door, my lord, do you really like the corner?"

Just as Cao Guangxiao jumped off the wall, he almost stood unsteadily when he heard Chen Feng's words.

"I was in an ambush behind the guard door." Cao Guangxiao stalked his neck and glanced at Chen Feng expressionlessly, as if he was complaining about his meddling.

Huan Hong pursed his mouth for a while, and felt that this time was out of place, so he suffocated.

Cao Guangxiao walked far away before he said angrily: "Laugh as you want, don't blame me for holding back internal injuries."

There is also a self-deprecating thought. It seems that after seeing Chen Feng's methods, safety is guaranteed, and Cao Guangxiao's mood is subconsciously better.

Chen Feng and Huan Hong looked at each other and smiled, and made a request to each other.

There is no one in the house, but traces of human activities can be seen.

Cao Guangxiao frowned, calling out the names of his colleagues.

Chen Feng also covered his mouth, controlled the volume, and shouted the names of Chen Mingting and Ou Julian inside and outside the house.

"Yes, we are." The faint voice, echoing, seemed to come from underground.

The three followed the sound.

The sound comes from a pile of weeds.

Chen Feng hurriedly scraped away the weeds, there was still a pile of **** in front of him.

The stone is not very big, and the sound of booming booming is coming from below.

Chen Feng and Cao Guangxiao looked at each other, and they both saw joy in each other's eyes.

The three hurriedly moved away from the pile of rocks.

Like a matryoshka, there is half a door in the stone pile.

The door panel is up and down, and it looks like someone is knocking underneath.

Open the door again.

A dry well is exposed.

The well rope attached to the door panel is straining the door panel, loosening and pulling.

Chen Feng looks inward at the well.

In the dimly-lit dry well, five people were surprised, and they looked up at the same time.

Three soul-suppressing agents, and two soul-master Qiu Chen.

Chen Mingting and Ou Julian hugged each other, and seeing Chen Feng’s face, the rough man cried with joy, "Great, we are saved, hurry, hurry up and pull us up."

Chen Fenggang grabbed the rope of the well and pulled the five people up. Before he could relive the past, he was swayed by the strong shaking of the earth and the mountains.

He followed the prestige.

With his insight.

It's also shocked that his eyes are round.