After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Ji Chengliang looked at the Taoist priest in strange clothes in front of him, his mouth almost bubbling with anxiety, and asked: "Zha, is there any solution?"

He couldn't help but be anxious. He couldn't participate in the Zombie Battlefield at all. He would most likely be killed instantly if he went up. He watched as the four-man team had been grinding for a long time, but the Zombies didn't get much weaker. The outcome was obviously not optimistic.

This cicada zombie is much stronger than the one recorded in File No. 107. It is very likely that it is the same one, which has been strengthened for countless years to become its current form.

Everyone miscalculated.

"Without the Golden Light Sutra, it's useless."

The Taoist shook his head. He saw that the man was dirty, unkempt, and thin, like a piece of firewood. His wide Taoist robe did not fit him well.

"What should we do? We won't be able to get out if this goes on." Ji Chengliang was almost furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Draw a path for me. Any method is fine as long as I can do it."

The Taoist priest looked frail, but he was actually of great importance. He was the chief disciple of Lingyun Temple. Feiyu Guard had already detected his presence and found him after walking around for a few times.

The Taoist priest still shook his head. "Unless you can get out of the fog formation and bring someone from the Golden Light Temple with you, Master Fahui would be the best, and at the very least, it would have to be that Fahai. Wasn't he captured by you guys a while ago?"

"If I could get out, I wouldn't waste all this talk." Ji Chengliang had the urge to hit his head against a tree.

After that, the two of them looked at each other helplessly for a quarter of an hour.

Just when Ji Chengliang could no longer hold his breath and was about to draw his sword and rush forward to help.

"Ah~~"

Then I heard a series of shouting coming into my ears, approaching quickly from a distance, and the sound came from above.

Ji Chengliang looked up quickly and saw a golden shadow falling from the sky and heading straight towards him.

"what?!"

Ji Chengliang's face changed drastically and he quickly dodged and drew his sword.

The next moment, something hit the place where he had just stood, and the golden light shattered.

Looking closely, it was a person.

A chubby person.

There were two lines of scars on the top of his head, his head was buried in the ground, his legs were facing upwards, and he was still moving.

"Big monk?"

"Monk?"

Ji Chengliang and the Taoist priest exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

……

Outside the fog, Qin He clapped his hands.

What is happiness?

Happiness is when you want to find a monk.

Hey, the monk is just peeking out from the fog, looking timid.

What’s even happier is that there is a person tied to the calf’s back.

He instantly flashed out of the fog and kicked the monk's butt hard.

Get it!

This group, worry so much.

Those who ran away, those who wanted to go in but didn't dare to, those who retreated out of fear of fighting, were all in disarray.

Fortunately, I was lucky and everything I wanted came true. It was as if God helped me, and that's how I put this group together.

Looking at the rope around the calf's neck, Qin He asked, "What's going on?"

"The monk is still looking for you." The little calf shook his head and told the story again.

Qin He felt sick to his stomach after hearing this.

Shit pile man?

What kind of hatred is this?

I’ve heard of making snowmen and sand sculptures.

This is my first time to be a shit pile person.

Just listening to it, I feel that every word has a flavor.

Shaking his head, Qin He untied the noose around the calf's neck, climbed onto the calf, and slowly swam around the fog.

Now that the team has been successfully formed, all we have to do is wait for the harvest.

Sure enough, there was a flash of golden light in the fog.

Above the fog, dark clouds rolled, forming a huge vortex.

The vortex grew thicker and lower.

"Boom~"

Soon, electric snakes began to move in the middle of the vortex.

Brighter and brighter, more violent.

next moment.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning cut through the night and struck straight down.

Suddenly the whole earth trembled.

"roar~"

The crow zombie was obviously injured and was roaring.

Then, a golden sword slowly condensed above the fog, and then it slashed down fiercely, and the earth seemed to split apart in an instant.

Then, the golden light slowly disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

Everything returned to calm, and even the fog quickly dissipated.

The next moment, two figures, one in front and one behind, jumped out of the mist and quickly disappeared into the night. A voice was heard: "Erma! Don't run!"

Qin He sensed it and immediately chased after it on his calf.

This guy Ermahun once again surprised Qin He.

Three marks in front.

One is from Jiujiang, one is from Ermahun, and one is from An Zhongjiu.

It was obvious that Ermahun took the zombie away and pocketed the spoils.

Morals are corrupt and character is lost.