Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

No one can guarantee that the Taiyi Juyin Formation, which is like a Chinese meal, will not be breached, so the situation of this group of Maoshan Taoist priests is also in danger.

However, Shi Jian, who is a fifth-rank earth master, is powerless even if he wants to help his juniors now.

The only mana left in his body can only protect himself.

If he encounters a third-rank jumping stiff again, he may have to run away in embarrassment, and can only watch the play quietly with a livid face.

Everything that happened here was actually caused by Ren Mu.

His plan is very simple. After he arranges himself well, he will use the Mietian Suppressing Corpse Technique, which is more advanced than Shi Jian, and has reached the level of Dacheng.

Under the perfect fusion of consciousness and corpse aura, under the resonance of corpse aura, hundreds of zombies were successfully controlled.

Frantically besieging the Taiyi Yin Judgment Formation, the mana of maintaining this group of Maoshan Taoist priests was greatly consumed.

Then, he used that third-rank jumping stiff as bait to take down the most powerful fifth-rank land master.

A rock solid fell.

There is also a nine uncle.

When these dozens of Maoshan Taoist priests all fell down, it was Ren Mu who made a fortune in a muffled voice.

In the Taiyi Yin Gathering Formation, Uncle Jiu's mana was being consumed crazily like a zombie outside the formation.

"Senior brother Lin, why did the senior brother eliminate the zombie queen, and our pressure is even greater!"

"If this continues, we will be overwhelmed by zombies when our mana is exhausted and the formation fails!"

"In this way, we will be in danger!"

Under Ren Mu's control and siege, the group of Maoshan Taoist priests began to feel fear in their hearts.

The dozen or so Maoshan Taoist priests originally thought that it would be an extremely simple matter to join hands to suppress the zombie hordes and eliminate the last foundation of the Corpse Exorcism Sect.

The result has now turned into a life-and-death crisis.

"Hey, if the innate gossip array was laid just now, how could it be like this? Now we are in a dangerous situation and cannot extricate ourselves!"

The Taoist priests of Maoshan sent by Uncle Jiu shook his head and sighed as he looked at the helpless Shi Jian in front of him.

This Taiyi Yin Gathering Formation consumes a lot of mana, and its power is not comparable to that of the Xiantian Eight Diagrams Formation.

If Shi Jian hadn't insisted on going his own way, maybe they wouldn't have done this.

At this time, Uncle Jiu didn't agree with and complain about Shi Jian, but increased the output of mana, so that the Taiyi Yin Judgment Formation that had been dimmed down once again emitted a weak white light.

"If you keep going, there will only be a hundred or so zombies left!"

Ren Mu's spiritual perception is only 50 meters away, so he doesn't know anything about Uncle Jiu's situation.

Mietian Town Corpse Art is very powerful, it can control small corpses such as mosquitoes, mice, ants, etc., but it can span a distance of tens of miles.

Simultaneously control hundreds of first-grade purple zombies, but only within one mile.

Therefore, he can only use the reminders that keep ringing in his mind to judge the battle situation ahead.

[Sun Essence +100. 】

A first-grade purple stiff, bringing 100 points of Sun Essence to Ren Mu.

Just now he controlled more than 500 heads to besiege the Taiyi Yin Gathering Formation.

And there are hundreds of second-grade white zombies left, and every time one is eliminated, the notification sound becomes louder.

[Sun Essence +500. 】

If all the plans are completed this time, then Ren Mu will be able to receive 10,000+ Sun Essence, which is enough to activate the zombie simulator next time after a while in the sun.

It's a pity, from the gradually slowing down of the system notification tone, he knew that Uncle Jiu couldn't hold on anymore.

The juniors next to Uncle Nine held up the bronze mirror with trembling arms.

Exhausting the last of his mana, he struggled to maintain the operation of the Taiyi Juyin Formation.

"Boom!" came out with a cracking sound.

Uncle Jiu looked at the ten second-rank white stiffs in front of him with a pale face, and they were moving forward with a roar.

At the juncture of life and death, even the palm of the hand was cut with several deep bone wounds by the fragments of the Eight Diagrams Mirror, and I didn't feel pain anymore.

"Brothers, be careful!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu stood up with difficulty, dragged his trembling body, and walked forward with firm eyes.

The bronze mirror of the main formation was broken, which means that the Taiyi Yin Judgment Formation did not completely wipe out the zombies, but was broken by the zombie group instead.

Let's not talk about whether Maoshan will lose face if it spreads out.

But this group of Maoshan Taoist priests has been drained of the last drop of mana, and they are exhausted, and they are about to become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

At this time, Uncle Jiu must let these brothers and sisters survive for the future of Maoshan.

Uncle Jiu, who was ready to die heroically, wanted to use his body to lure the ten white zombies away.

In fact, Uncle Jiu also felt a little regretful.

Why not bring Qiusheng here, it will come in handy now, there is no need to use your body as bait!

Qiu Sheng, who was lying on the cold ground, knew what Uncle Jiu was thinking at this time.

There must be tears in my heart: "Master, you gave me a chance to show my face, but I'm dizzy from using it, and I can't show my prestige!"

When the group of Maoshan Taoist priests saw their fellow disciples walking towards the zombie in awe-inspiring manner, they all showed worried expressions.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

"Brother Lin, you can't go up!"

"Brother, zombies are inhuman..."

However, this group of Maoshan Taoist priests tried their best to run the formation with the last trace of mana, and now they don't even have the strength to stand up.

There was no way to stop Uncle Jiu who wanted to die.

And the senior brother Maoshan in front of them didn't do anything when he saw that all the juniors were about to fall into the hands of the zombies.

He even held more than a dozen corpse suppressing talismans in his hand, but they didn't activate them either.

"Eldest brother, come and save us!"

When he heard his juniors calling for help, the corners of Shi Jian's mouth kept twitching.

His condition was only better than Uncle Jiu's. The magic power in his body could activate a few corpse-suppressing charms to suppress the five zombies besieging the juniors.

But after the suppression, he will definitely become a new target of zombies.

41. The head of Maoshan is mine

If his mana is exhausted, even if Shi Jian is the best fifth-rank land master in Maoshan, he can kill him if he encounters a second-rank white stiff.

Not to mention facing the remaining five.

Shi Jian is not as selfless as Uncle Jiu.

In the choice between the dead poor Taoist and the dead fellow Taoist, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

A group of Maoshan Taoist priests saw Uncle Jiu who calmly died and walked towards the zombie, and Shi Jian who hesitated.

Half of their hearts are bleeding and half are crying.

Even if they were divided into two factions, they all admired Uncle Jiu and complained about Shi Jian.

Let this group of Maoshan Taoist priests feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes, and they can only blame Ren Mu for being too capable of messing up things.

It is equivalent to relying on one's own strength to forcibly drag down this group of Maoshan Taoist priests.

These dozen or so Maoshan Taoist priests with high mana have endured tremendous psychological pressure.

Who made his simulator so powerful, able to know the future, and then take advantage of it.

If Shi Jian hadn't given him such a good opportunity, how could such a big battle come about.

At this time, Ren Mu looked at the more than [-] Sun Essences on the attribute panel, and the reminder that no longer sounded in his brain, and he was very happy.

Controlling so many zombies and consuming the Taiyi Yin Gathering Formation requires a huge amount of brain power, and the dizziness has already appeared.

"There are still ten heads, I'm so dizzy, forget it, it won't do any good to continue like this."

With a slight sigh in his heart, he cut off the consciousness of controlling the remaining ten second-rank white stiffs.

I don't want to spend the last of my body energy and send this group of Maoshan Taoist priests to hell, so as not to attract more powerful Maoshan Taoist priests.

Uncle Jiu didn't know about Ren Mu's situation.

At this time, Uncle Jiu held his head high and held his chest high, ignoring the painstaking efforts of all the juniors behind him to stay.

With a resolute face, he opened his bloody palm towards the second grade white stiff who was slowly jumping in front of him.

"Roar!" The ten zombies smelled blood, and immediately let out a bloodthirsty roar.

"Brother!" Uncle Ninth's senior brothers all bowed their heads and sobbed, not daring to see the tragic scene of him being bitten to death by zombies.

"En!" On the other side, the corner of Shi Jian's mouth twitched violently.

Uncle Nine's heroic sacrifice was no small challenge for him. He looked down at the corpse-suppressing talisman in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and began to pinch the seal.

"I can't be robbed of my credit by Lin Jiu!"

When Shi Jian was hesitating, Uncle Jiu was surrounded by ten zombies.

However, this group of zombies approached Ninth Uncle Empress with all their teeth and claws.

There was only a roar, but there was no movement, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

"Why is this expression so familiar!" Uncle Jiu was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Shhhhhhhh!"

When Uncle Jiu was stunned, driven by Shi Jian, who was fighting for his own face, the Wudao Corpse Suppressing Talisman turned into yellow light, flying in the air, and flew towards the zombies besieging Uncle Jiu.

"Snapped!"

The ten second-grade white zombies that had been cut off by Ren Mu had already stopped attacking Uncle Jiu.

Under the attack of Shi Jian's corpse-suppressing talisman, it was like the last straw that overwhelmed them, and they fell to the ground one after another, making dull noises.

"Brother, good job!"

The Maoshan Taoist priests of Shi Jian's faction were very excited when they saw that their backbone had finally made a move.

"It's strange, the elder brother just sent out five corpse-suppressing charms, why did the zombies all fall down!"

"Senior Brother Lin must have used the last method to suppress the zombies. With the combination of two swords, our Maoshan is hopeful!"

Hearing the voices of discussion behind him, Uncle Jiu also came back to his senses.

It's just that his gaze was still on the faces of the group of zombies on the ground.

He has already recognized that the final expressions on the faces of these zombies are exactly the same as when Old Master Ren fell from the roof of Yizhuang.

There was a sneer in the dead silence.

It seemed to be contemptuous of them, but they didn't realize that there was a mastermind behind the scenes.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you not injured?" At this moment, Shi Jian, who was supporting himself, walked slowly to Uncle Jiu, and asked with concern in his tone.

"Brother, thank you for your help, otherwise I would have to feed zombies!"

Uncle Jiu, who was puzzled in his heart, didn't say what he had discovered just now, and only showed a flat smile in the face of Shi Jian's hypocritical concern.

I don't want to say anything, and I don't want to accept it!

"Well, it's fine!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Jian walked past Uncle Jiu non-stop, his purpose was very clear.

It is to restore the strong prestige of my senior brother Maoshan and acting head.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was safe and sound, the group of Taoist priests from Maoshan had happy smiles on their faces.

When they saw Shi Jian coming to lead the attack, they closed their eyes and meditated to adjust their breath.

"Junior Brothers, I'm here. You can all adjust your breathing at ease and recover your mana!"

In the valley, the dark wind blew slowly, Shi Jian looked at the Maoshan juniors on the ground, feeling a little angry in his heart.