Start as a Temple Spirit

The old clan leader pondered and said, "If you, Liangshan, sensed it correctly, the creature that just retreated should be an intelligent level 6 bronze zombie."

"The classification of zombies is a bit vague. They can be roughly divided into zombies, white zombies, black zombies, green zombies, hairy zombies, and copper zombies, also known as copper corpses."

"This bronze zombie must have sensed danger from you or the phantom thundercloud, so it chose to retreat."

"This makes sense as the tide of corpses is heading towards our village."

"It wants to use the zombie tide to drive the three hunting teams back to the village, and then catch them all in one fell swoop, slaughter the Forgotten Village to create a dark land, and build a zombie army."

Shang Liangshan heard this and said coldly: "This is a scourge, we must find him and kill him."

The old patriarch shook his head and said, "Since it was scared away by you, it must have fled far away."

"I hope so. Let's deal with the zombies first." Shang Liangshan put away his murderous intent and controlled the phantom thunder cloud, whistling towards Shuangshi Ridge.

"The Seventh Elder is here." The militiamen cheered. The backbone of the Forgotten Village has arrived.

Phantom thunderclouds slowly descended over Shuangshi Ridge.

"Patriarch, Liangshan."

"Patriarch, Seventh Elder."

"Master, clan leader." Everyone greeted the old clan leader monk Liangshan who had arrived, and ignored the hideous crowd of zombies rushing towards them not far away.

"Now is not the time to chat. Everyone should return to their positions and hold the line." The old patriarch said loudly.

"Yes!" the militia responded, turned around and ran towards their own defense line, holding a three-meter wooden pole gun, ready for battle.

"Xiaocao, you are responsible for protecting the local militia." Shang Liangshan said as he touched Xiaocao's green hair.

"Master, please rest assured. Xiaocao will protect the militia." Xiaocao nodded solemnly. A green pattern rose under his feet. Green grass roots as thick as arms stretched out and extended to the surrounding areas of the defense line. The green pattern disappeared into the ground together with the green pattern.

The militiamen soon saw that on the shrubs that fixed the tree branches, there were green rhizomes like grass roots and snake spears growing. They were as thick as fingers and hidden.

Seeing this, the old patriarch gave Xiaocao a thumbs up.

He didn't expect that after the grass was promoted to level five, it would have such power. It is simply a mobile grass fortress.

Shang Liangshan had never expected that Xiaocao, who had broken through the racial shackles, would have such great abilities.

If level five strength is like this, what if you are promoted to level six or level seven?

The loud roars of "roar" came one after another, attracting everyone's attention.

When the militiamen saw the hideous and horrifying appearance of the incoming tide of corpses, they couldn't help but gasp, and then tragedy struck.

It really stinks and is disgusting.

Shang Liangshan saw the crowd of corpses approaching, so he summoned the two guards Zi and An.

Two purple and dark flame snakes flew up in front of the formation and spread out, transforming into two purple and dark guards.

When the local militiamen saw this, they opened their eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

"Kill!" Shang Liangshan ordered the Zi and An guards to attack the incoming tide of zombies without saying a word.

"Kill!" The old patriarch jumped out of the defense line with his blood boiling, summoned the golden wolf spirit, and killed the tide of zombies.

"Kill!" Zi Ling and An Ling shouted in unison and led their team to kill the oncoming tide of zombies.

"Kill!" The fighting spirit of the remaining fire burned, summoning the fire wolf spirit, and followed the old patriarch to kill the tide of zombies.

"Kill!" The wolf summoned a three-headed dog, ready to charge into the battle and kill.

Shang Liangshan hurriedly spoke out to stop Yilang, who was about to join the battle, and asked him to command the local militia to defend.

Shuangshiling is not the entrance of the valley, so the zombies rushed towards the defense line in a semi-encirclement.

The number of Zi and An guards is limited, and they can only block the main force of the zombie tide.

Although the old patriarch, the remaining fire and the demon spirit were killing the zombies on both wings of the Purple Guards, the area they could intercept was limited after all, and they naturally could not completely stop the oncoming tide of zombies.

"Raise your guns!" Seeing the terrifying and hideous zombies rushing towards him, Yishe gave the order in a deep voice.

"Shua, swish, swish" the militiamen who formed a circle heard the order and raised their guns in unison, forming a forest of wooden poles and guns.

"When the zombies enter the attack range, the odd numbers will stab with their guns, the even numbers will defend, the even numbers will stab with their guns, the odd numbers will defend, repeat this over and over again. Do you understand?" Yilang asked loudly.

"Understood!" The militia responded in unison.

"Get ready in odd numbers!" The Wolf raised his sword high as he looked at the corpses rushing towards him.

Fifty meters, forty meters…ten meters, nine meters, eight meters…four meters, three meters, two meters…

"Stab!" Yihuo shouted loudly and swung his force.

"Shua, swish, swish" the odd-numbered militiamen stabbed out their wooden spears hard, piercing the corpse's body, and quickly retracted them. The even-numbered militiamen followed suit, stabbing out their wooden spears hard, piercing the corpse's body, and quickly retracted them. The odd-numbered militiamen followed suit with their spears, and the cycle repeated.

Suddenly, black blood spurted and blood foam splashed.

"Poke the head!" Shang Liangshan saw that the corpse's body was stabbed with holes all over, but still refused to fall down. He kept roaring and reminding loudly.

"Poke the head!" The militiamen shouted loudly, reminding their comrades and giving themselves courage.

"Swish, swish, swish" Xiaocao controlled the green grass root spear as thick as his finger and launched an attack.

I saw a green grass-root snake spear, which rushed out like a snake and pierced through the corpse's head. It then broke off from the middle and regrew into a green grass-root snake spear again.

"Puff puff puff" sounds came from the corpse's head. It was the Grass Root Snake Spear exploding, and purple electric strings flashed.

Although the self-detonation of the Grass Root Snake Spear did not cause the corpses' heads to explode, the smelly brain matter still spurted out from their seven orifices.

The scene was extremely disgusting, and the corpses were deader than dead.

There are not many zombies who can break through the defense line formed by the two Zi'an guards, the old patriarch, and Yifeng.

So after a brief confrontation, the militiamen discovered that the corpses, apart from being hideous and terrifying, were very weak, and they also gained experience through poking holes.

They became adept at dealing with the zombies that were rushing towards them.

Just as Shang Liangshan withdrew his gaze from the battle and thought that it was only a matter of time before the tide of zombies was wiped out.

"Moo!" The Phantom Cloud Dragon, which was absorbing corpse qi, suddenly let out a warning roar.

"Swish" Shang Liangshan looked towards the front battlefield suddenly and quickly locked onto a black shadow flying rapidly in the sky behind the tide of zombies.

Kong Tong shrank back, and Shang Liangshan saw the black shadow clearly. It was a flying corpse covered with yellow keratin, with a pair of yellow bat wings, full of fangs, and three meters tall.

"Flying zombie!" These two words flashed through Shang Liangshan's mind.

"Moo" the Phantom Cloud Dragon let out a cow roar, turned into a dim light, and rushed towards the flying zombie.

"There are still zombies." Shang Liangshan, who wanted to go to help, sensed two streams of pure corpse qi rushing from behind the flying zombie.

There was a loud bang, roaring in the air, purple electric strings raged, the air vibrated, and the Phantom Cloud Dragon and the Flying Zombie started fighting.

It attracted everyone's attention.

"Focus on your own battlefield and don't be distracted." Shang Liangshan shouted loudly, flew up, stepped on the three-meter-long lightning snake, and rushed towards the two hideous bronze corpses that were quickly approaching the battlefield. They were covered with yellow keratin and were three meters tall.