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

"Master, this thing is very fierce." At this time, even Lamborghini couldn't help but remind.

"It's really impressive." Qin He nodded.

At the beginning, this corpse demon was definitely not that advanced, at most it was at the middle stage of the Wheel Sea Realm.

But now that it has drunk blood, it has obviously evolved to some extent, and its aura has reached the late stage of the Wheel Sea Realm.

Taking into account the fact that this is its home ground, it is not overestimating it to estimate its strength to be half a step into the Dao Palace realm.

"Then...what should we do?" Wang Tiezhu asked with some concern.

It and Lamborghini are both at the Yongquan realm, while Ma Fei and I are both at the Zhenyuan realm.

Although I am unfathomable, but... I can't stand the unexpected.

This guy is more terrifying than the two people in the Wheel of Sea Realm of the Liang family combined.

Starting from the Yongquan Realm, the gap of one step can sometimes be a chasm.

"What else can we do? Go up and beat it!" Qin He pouted at the corpse demon with a relaxed look on his face.

Wang Tiezhu shrank back when he heard that, and his voice changed, "Sir, you must be joking."

"I feel like the two of us aren't enough for it to chew on in one sitting." Lamborghini also looked frightened.

However, Qin He was confident: "Just go ahead, I'll take care of the rest."

Wang Tiezhu and Lamborghini exchanged glances, their faces twitching as they said to Qin He, "Then I'm going to get on, don't... don't try to trick me!"

After saying that, it made up its mind, took out its black iron stick and rushed towards the corpse demon.

He raised his hand and hit the dog on the head with a stick. He swung the black iron stick and smashed it hard. The surging demon energy in his body rumbled, and sharp whistles were emitted around the demon pill.

At this moment, what is circulating in Wang Tiezhu's body is a demon energy that is several times more condensed than that of ordinary demons.

A book of ancestral demon skills made it embark on the path of cultivation to return to its ancestors and establish its own clan.

"boom!"

The black iron stick shattered the air and fell down with a bang.

The Dog Beating Stick Technique is worthy of being a unique martial art that has survived in the Dharma-Ending Age. In the world of cultivation, it is still a top-level attack method.

This skill was so exquisite that Qin He only taught it to two people, one was Wei Wu and the other was Wang Tiezhu.

"Roar!"

The corpse demon became furious upon seeing this. As it had already developed intelligence, it felt greatly insulted.

A few people started to curse, then muttered something, and after muttering nothing, they hit it on the forehead without even saying hello.

The corpse demon didn't make any extra movements. It stretched out its claws and grabbed the black iron stick that was coming towards it.

It uses the simplest actions to undermine the opponent's fighting spirit.

They are just from the Yongquan Realm. They are not corpse-suppressing people and have no restraining magic, yet they dare to come to the Corpse Demon Ridge and act wildly. Is this the only ability those unfilial descendants have?

Even if we are looking for suckers to die, we have to find some who are stronger.

Those who are strong have more treasures on them.

In Yongquan Realm, the food is completely delivered. The ancestor is already full and almost stuffed.

However, at this critical moment, the corpse demon suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, as if it were filled with molten iron.

Then its movement suddenly stopped and slowed down for a beat.

next moment.

Wang Tiezhu's black iron stick brushed past its corpse claws, splashing a string of sparks, and then hit it heavily on the forehead.

The corpse demon felt his whole body shaken, he felt dizzy and dazed, and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Even though it is invulnerable!

Even though it has a body of iron and steel!

But...it couldn't withstand the heavy blow of the swung black iron stick.

Dust flew up in an instant, and the corpse demon's head was smashed two feet into the ground, and it fell upside down on the ground in a big letter shape.

And this is just the beginning.

Just as the corpse demon was about to get up, he felt the corpse power in his body rapidly solidify, his limbs became stiff and paralyzed, as if he was tied up by something, and he also felt waves of weakness.

What’s even worse is the strong feeling of oppression above my forehead, as if a mountain is pressing down on me.

At this moment, the corpse demon felt that even turning over would require a lot of strength, let alone resistance.

This is changing!

Wang Tiezhu knocked the corpse demon down with one blow. The corpse demon's eyes suddenly became round with shock. Without saying a word, he swung up the black iron stick and used the dog-beating stick technique with impenetrable force.

It's like a timid woman hitting a mouse. If she misses, she will scream and run away in fear.

But if it gets hit, its fear will instantly turn into madness, and it will scream "Ahhh" until it has smashed the mouse into a paste.

Lamborghini was also stunned. The arrogant corpse demon was actually knocked down by this bastard with a stick.

If you don’t come now, when will you wait?

Bull trample!

Its four hooves were flying in the wind and sparks were flying as it rushed over and stomped on the corpse demon violently. Suddenly, the earth shook as if a mountain was collapsing and the ground was splitting apart.

"It's done!"

Seeing this, Qin He snapped his fingers in satisfaction, thinking that if the corpse monster were a human, it might be a little troublesome.

But you are a corpse, so there is nothing I can do. There are dozens of ways to suppress corpses.

If you could resist even a little, the reputation of the Green Ox Immortal for suppressing corpses would be in vain.

Then Qin He looked at Ma Fei, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

Both the turtle and the cow have done it, why don’t you do it?

Ma Fei swallowed his saliva immediately. He didn't like fighting and didn't have any weapons in his hands. He looked left and right, picked up the small stool on the ground and rushed forward, looking back every few steps.

He jumped around like a rabbit on his sticky legs, yelling, "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death~~"