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Like an alarm clock waking up zombies, it instantly startled all the zombies around!
The flying zombie suddenly opened its eyes, its crimson eyes fixed on Uncle Nine outside the coffin.
A terrifying aura of resentment swept over them, and the horrifying vortex blasted Uncle Nine away!
Boom!
The coffin containing the flying zombie exploded completely, and the ink lines wrapped around it were destroyed before they could be fully executed.
Scattered stones hit Uncle Nine, knocking him to the ground and making him roll several times.
"Cough cough..."
Uncle Nine clutched his chest, quickly got up, and glanced around at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's condition.
Fortunately, they weren't in the exact center when the coffin exploded, so they weren't injured...
but……
"shit."
Their gaze fell elsewhere, where, deep in the swirling smoke of the jungle, zombies were leaping and bounding toward their location.
Those zombies, with their disheveled hair and terrifying aura.
As if commanded by the flying zombies, the zombies before them had hideous faces, like demons crawling out of hell.
The arrogance emanating from him was so presumptuous, so chilling.
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Chapter 359 Madness! Terror Descends!
"Master! What, what should we do?!"
The sudden appearance of zombies around them terrified Qiu Shengwencai, who quickly scrambled to his feet and tremblingly approached Uncle Jiu.
"How come these zombies woke up so quickly?!"
They hadn't done anything, and the flying zombies hadn't been awakened at first.
However, the situation was beyond their expectations.
"It seems that our senior brother has already laid an ambush here, just to lure us here to die."
Uncle Nine gritted his teeth and said.
Unfortunately, even though he saw through Shi Jian's scheme, he still couldn't do anything about it.
Right now, there's no time to think about things further ahead; we can only focus on solving the problems at hand.
Dozens of zombies hopped and skipped over.
These zombies are filled with resentment and have absorbed at least a hundred years of the essence of the sun and moon, and have been sealed here all this time.
In terms of combat strength, they are among the lowest, weaker than the bronze-armored corpses, and can be dealt with.
The tricky part is the flying zombie that slowly rises from the broken coffin!
Throughout his life, Uncle Nine had only heard of the terror of flying zombies, but had never truly witnessed their real strength.
But whether they are cultivators or elders of Maoshan, their expressions change slightly when the topic of flying zombies comes up.
After all... that was something that could be called the Zombie King.
They can fly through the air and disappear into the ground, are invulnerable to swords and spears, are omnipotent, and can even cast spells!
Its ability to suck blood from a distance is its most basic skill.
In terms of strength, it is only weaker than the Golden Armor Corpse!
Such terror is beyond the comprehension of normal human beings.
This is defying the heavens, a terrifying creature that cannot exist in the Three Realms!
"Roar!!"
The flying zombie roared, its unparalleled aura radiating outwards.
This roar seemed to activate the surrounding zombies, making them become unusually agitated and excited, advancing faster and quickly closing in on Uncle Nine and the others.
"Get ready for battle!"
Uncle Nine gritted his teeth and cursed, then quickly brandished the peach wood sword in his hand.
The talismans were obviously useless in this downpour, so for now, the only option was to temporarily use the wooden stake technique to fight their way out.
He had prepared himself for the possibility that he might not survive, but no matter what, he had to ensure Qiu Shengwencai's safety.
"Move back a little!"
Uncle Nine shouted.
Qiu Shengwen was stunned for a moment. He had just taken a step back when he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet.
With a loud rumble, a wide crack appeared in the ground, and the tree roots buried beneath the mud were pulled out of the ground!
Bang, bang, bang—
In the air, several huge tree roots intertwined and collided, sweeping away the zombies blocking their way!
This is Uncle Nine's trump card technique, the Wooden Stake Technique!
"Run away!"
Uncle Nine, stationed at the rear, used his spiritual energy to manipulate the wooden figures to suppress the horde of zombies in front, thus clearing a path for Qiu Shengwen to leave safely.
Before Qiu Shengwen could even move, the zombies on both sides surged up again!
Seeing this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also gave up the idea of escaping and began to work together, pulling the ink line apart to deal with the zombie in front of them!
confusion……
Disorder.
In this desolate land, a bloody storm is unfolding.
Uncle Nine and his companions fought a fierce battle against the zombie horde.
Fortunately, although these zombies looked ferocious, their fighting power was not as terrifying as expected, which is why they were easily dealt with.
As for Fei Jiang, he stood straight at the back, observing the battle from the sidelines like a strategist, watching with great interest...
It seemed unconcerned that its kind was being wiped out, waiting for its moment to shine.
Perhaps it was the defeat of a few zombies that boosted Qiu Shengwencai's confidence, making him fight with increasing ferocity and forgetting that he was originally at a disadvantage.
With the help of Uncle Nine's wooden stake technique, they finally cleared out the dozens of zombies blocking their way.
Although, Uncle Nine killed the vast majority of them by himself.
"call--"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai slumped back to back on the ground, rubbing against each other with large mouthfuls of food.
They had never been so tired before, as if their internal organs were turned upside down, and they felt like vomiting as soon as they stopped.
Uncle Nine wasn't much better off; the massive consumption of spiritual energy had already exceeded his original capacity.
My legs felt weak, and my attention began to wander...
But... we can't stop now.
The real zombie king hasn't made his move yet.
Trying to calm his disordered breathing, Uncle Nine raised his head and turned his gaze to the back.
Looking at the flying zombie standing straight, Uncle Nine couldn't help but frown.
"Are you planning to make your move at the very end?"
270 seems to have a mind of its own, knowing how to save the best for last...
But now that things have come to this, there's no turning back.
If the coffin fungus is not obtained, and Shi Jian holds him accountable, he will likely face certain death.
Clearly, with cliffs both in front and behind, it might be better to steel oneself and act recklessly.
"Qiusheng and Wencai, run as fast as you can and wait for me at the pavilion outside the town. If I haven't returned by midnight, run! Run as far away as you can!"
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Chapter 360 Major Crisis! Uncle Nine's Decision!
This was Uncle Nine's final request.
He was mentally prepared to die...
Facing a flying zombie alone, there's absolutely no chance of winning, but we can't just cower like turtles.
As for Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, with their abilities, they had absolutely no chance of survival under the Flying Zombie, and they didn't even have the power to fight back.
Therefore, letting them escape might be the best course of action.
If I perish here, I will inevitably face Shi Jian's pursuit.
So they might have to live as outlaws for the rest of their lives, evading Shi Jian's pursuit... but it's still better than dying here.
"Aren't you leaving yet?!" Uncle Nine roared as he turned around.
Qiu Shengwen shakily got up from the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, and cried uncontrollably.
"Master! I, I..."
"Get out of here!"