I take a little action, that's the limit

Chapter 135 7 Sons Fighting Zombies

"I've always heard how amazing this seven-star soul-locking formation is. Today I want to see if it's this formation that's more powerful, or my bones." The old man said and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, I saw many changes in his body.

His eyes turned jet black, and even the whites of his eyes turned into hollow black, which looked very scary. Two fangs were exposed from the corners of his mouth. They were pointed and looked like the sharp teeth of a predator. His fingers even grew long nails, which were pitch black and gave people a cold feeling.

Seeing this, I was shocked from ear to ear. If I read correctly, the old man who just looked decrepit had turned into a black-eyed zombie.

Grandpa’s notebook recorded that zombies are divided into seven levels from low to high: gray, white, black, yellow, blue, green, and red. The easiest way to distinguish them is to look at their eyes. These seven colors, say is the color of their eyes.

Apart from being surprised, I was also a little excited. Brother Ma said that my current situation is that ghosts and resentments have entered my body, and I need zombie tears to wash away my soul. A live zombie is right in front of me. Doesn't it mean that I can be saved?

Seeing the old man in this state, the long-haired young man said without hesitation: "Do it!"

The seven young men, like butterflies in flowers, fought with the zombies with their mahogany swords.

They fought very carefully, and I could see that both sides were testing each other's strength.

If this zombie were converted into a ghost level, it would be in the realm of a fierce ghost. Seeing so many people beating up a black-eyed zombie, I wonder if they are making a mountain out of a molehill? Although the black-eyed zombies should not be underestimated, it seems that they have not reached the stage of mobilizing troops yet.

Apart from anything else, I can single out a fierce ghost even if I try hard enough. It is really surprising that seven Maoshan Taoist priests are so nervous when fighting a black-eyed zombie.

But soon, the fighting in the field overturned my previous view. The zombie stamped his feet violently, and a frightening black corpse energy suddenly emerged from his body. The black corpse energy was centered on the zombie and moved toward him like a whirlwind. Shooting outside, the seven young men took a few steps back, looking a little embarrassed.

However, the panic was only temporary, and the Maoshan Taoist priests were not in vain. They quickly reorganized their formation, brandished their long swords, and once again fought against the black-eyed zombies.

Looking at their ever-changing and dazzling sword formations, I truly understood how stupid Brother Ma was, because each of the seven young men wielded a mahogany sword to stab the vital points of the zombie's body, and Brother Ma was one A person can control seven flying swords by relying on his mental power. In comparison, these seven brothers are far behind.

But after all, there were seven of them, and the advantage of having more people and more strength quickly came into play. After fighting for about three or four minutes, the zombies retreated continuously, and the domineering force just now was gone.

The situation in front of us is already very clear. It will only be a matter of time before the zombie is captured or killed by the seven people.

The one-sided fight was a bit boring. My arms were no longer numb at this time. I walked over to Brother Ma and handed him a cigarette: "Brother Ma, would you like to light one?"

What surprised me was that Brother Xiaoma ignored me and stared at the battle in the field without blinking. I couldn't help but sigh. Brother Xiaoma used to be from Maoshan. I have never seen anyone from the same family. Feelings, that's fake, I'll just watch it with him for a while.

"Xiao Luo, watch it." I was smoking alone, and Brother Ma suddenly reminded me.

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw the peach wood sword of the long-haired young man stabbing into the zombie's lower back.

Well, what's the point of this? I've already expected it.

I was just cursing when I saw the zombie backhand and slap the long-haired young man away. Seeing this, the remaining six young men raised their swords and stabbed or hacked at the zombie's body.

The zombie roared into the sky, erupting with an astonishing momentum. The black corpse energy lingering on his body changed from black to yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The yellow corpse energy spread out like a storm, and the six people flew backwards as if they had been hit hard. The powerful attack composed of seven people collapsed in just a moment.

When I saw the zombie's eyes, I froze.

Damn it, yellow-eyed zombies!

"Sure enough, let him advance." Xiao Ma said with a smile, as if he had already guessed it, but he didn't mean to interfere.

"Please Qibao!" The long-haired young man got up from the ground first, shouted, and took out something from the bag on his waist.

The remaining six people also stumbled up and took out things from their bodies.

I took a closer look and saw seven of them holding seven things respectively. I had basically seen all seven of those things, including Bagua mirror, black dog blood, glutinous rice balls, peach wood nails, corpse binding rope, Luban ruler and A corpse-killing charm.

"You guys are too cunning, let's not fight today!" The zombie narrowed his eyes, and after speaking, he jumped up and rose more than three meters high from the ground, just like those martial arts masters in martial arts dramas, shooting up the sky.

When the zombie landed, the long-haired young man rolled on the spot, raised his hand, and a red thread suddenly wrapped around the zombie's feet.

"This bundle of corpse rope is also called Mo Dou thread. Legend has it that it was created by Lu Ban. It needs to be soaked in cinnabar and black dog blood for seven to forty-nine days. It is a sharp tool for tying zombies. You are optimistic about Xiao Liuzi's technique. This But my Maoshan method is not taught." Brother Xiao Ma explained to me.

I nodded and turned my gaze to the field.

The zombie tripped over immediately. Seeing that the long-haired young man succeeded in one blow, he rolled several times in succession, and at the same time kept changing his techniques. The zombie was immediately tied up several times.

The remaining six people were not idle either. The young man holding the Bagua Mirror bit his middle finger and wrote an edict on the mirror. After writing, he was about to shine it on the zombie. Several other people quickly gathered together, ready to throw their things at the zombies.

It can be seen that they cooperated very closely and blocked all the zombies' escape routes.

Just when the Bagua Mirror was about to shine on the zombie, the zombie, who was tied like a rice dumpling, suddenly rushed forward against the ground and passed directly under the crotch of the young man holding the Bagua Mirror. His body stood upright. Just take a bite of it on the young man's neck.

"Ah!" the young man wailed, and the Bagua Mirror fell to the ground with a clang.

The zombie took the opportunity to jump up to the tree, dragging the long-haired young man directly into the tree.

The long-haired young man was knocked to pieces and fell to the ground. The zombie struggled twice, and the ropes that bound the body broke every inch.

"Babys, today I will send you to meet your ancestor for free!" the zombie said, and jumped down from the tree with its claws and teeth.