Chapter 261 Ten Thousand Years of Zombie King

In order to prevent accidents, Feng Xiaotian tightened the collection of the Sakyamuni Pagoda. Soon, the Sakyamuni Pagoda was only one foot high and low, and it shook left and right, as if to jump off the ground, and more and more black smoke came out from the ground under the tower, and the ground around the tower began to crack.

Feng Xiaotian knew that things were not as simple as he thought. Maybe it would be difficult, but things had reached this point. Feng Xiaotian was unwilling to give up the Shakyamuni Tower, which was about to be reached, so he had to grit his teeth and continue.

Soon, the Sakyamha Pagoda was finally only half a foot high. According to the method obtained from Wujing's brain, Feng Xiaotian forced out a drop of blood from his fingertips and manipulated it to fall on the spire of the Shakyamuni Pagoda with true qi. The drop of blood suddenly sank into the pagoda, and the Shakyamuni Pagoda shook more violently, and the cracks in the ground around the tower became more and more. Wide, more and dense, the cracks are full of dead black smoke.

After half a cup of tea, the Sakyamuni Tower suddenly rose up, flew into the air, turned around Feng Xiaotian's body a few times, and then swooped down to Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked and didn't have time to react. The Sakyamuni Tower entered Feng Xiaotian's body and entered Feng Xiaotian's body. Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt that the true energy he had just collected from the Sakyamunia Tower, and suddenly returned to his body, looking energetic.

Under the great joy of Feng Xiaotian, he hurriedly looked inside and saw that in addition to the light sword and the magic sound dragon bow, there was also a petite and exquisite pagoda in Dantian. It seemed that its shape was exactly the Sakyamuni Pagoda.

Then, Feng Xiaotian's mind suddenly seemed to have some more information out of thin air. Feng Xiaotian thought about it slightly and found that it was the use of the Shakyamuni Tower. He was overjoyed that the Shakyamuni Pagoda was really extraordinary. After receiving it, it was accompanied by the use of use, but the introduction was dense. I don't know how much. Feng Xiaotian was for a moment. I didn't care to look at it carefully. I just learned how to collect and exhale.

Feng Xiaotian's heart moved and stretched out his palm, and suddenly appeared a half-foot-high Sakyamunia pagoda. The material was not gold or wood. I don't know whether it was because of the collection, or because of its own material. Feng Xiaotian actually could not feel the weight of the tower, and then Feng Xiaotian suddenly withdrew the Sakyamunia pagoda back to his body.

Wujing, lying on the ground, saw this situation and couldn't wait to jump up and grab the Sakyamuni Tower in his hand. His heart was full of despair and resentment. Although he lost his power, he could already feel that the Sakyamuni Tower was full of spirituality. You should know that this Sakyamuni Tower should belong to himself!

Feng Xiaotian and Wu Jing all focused on the Sakyamuni Pagoda, but no one found that there was a change in the place where the Sakyamuni Pagoda was originally placed.

The cracks on the ground were more dense. The black smoke curled up from the cracks and gathered in the air for a long time. The scene was strange.

After a while, the ground began to rise slightly. Feng Xiaotian raised his head in surprise. The ground where the Sakyamuni Tower had just been placed began to bulge slightly, as if something was going to come out.

Feng Xiaotian was surprised, but he took a few steps back and watched the change. Naturally, Wujing also saw this strange situation and couldn't help shouting in horror, "Senior Feng, save me!"

Feng Xiaotian vaguely felt that there was a strong breath coming out of the ground. There was no way to control Wujing, took out the light sword, and stared at the increasingly arched ground. The real air surged and waited.

The ground is rising higher and higher, and the soil is constantly falling from above, and the black smoke rolls out. After a while, half of the sky is covered.

At first sight, the people in the capital of the Ming Dynasty were all panicked. In addition, they received a notice from the court that the Sakyamuni Pagoda was haunted by demons. At this time, they saw the Sakyamuni Pagoda disappear from afar, black smoke rolling up, and the ground shook like an earthquake. Except for a few people who miss their hometown, most people With his family, he picked up the gold and silver and fled for his life.

The ground is getting higher and higher, and the area involved is also getting larger and larger. Feng Xiaotian had to take a few steps back, but Wujing couldn't move. She was so anxious that she shouted repeatedly, but Feng Xiaotian didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Finally, when the local bulge was about three feet high and low, it stopped moving. Feng Xiaotian waited for a while and saw that there was no movement. He was about to come forward to inspect. Unexpectedly, the high raised ground suddenly cracked with a "boom", and the earth and stone flew across, and many of them fell on Wujing's body, which made him cry repeatedly.

Feng Xiaotian quickly opened a true air mask and blocked all the splashed sand and stones outside his body. When he looked at it again, he saw a huge human figure in the cracked ground.

Then, an incomparable and horrible roar sounded suddenly, and it made people's scalps numb like a ghost roar, and the roar was extremely terrible.

The black smoke around also rolled with the roar. The huge figure was matched with the black smoke that covered for a long time. The breath of death was vast between heaven and earth, and Feng Xiaotian felt as if he was in a gloomy hell.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha, I didn't expect that I would see the day again. From then on, the world is so big that I can gallop!" The huge figure shook off the dirt on his body and said with a wild smile. His voice was stiff, hoarse and noisy.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked. What kind of person is coming out of the ground? What a monster!

The monster is about three feet tall. It is really ugly. It looks like a huge gorilla, covered with thick black hair all over its body. At this moment, it is opening its blood basin and howling towards the sky. The black smoke in the air is like a whirlpool rushing to the monster's body. After a while, it was originally covered. The black smoke that covered half of the sky was sucked out.

"Oh my God, it turned out to be the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king!" At first sight, Wu Jing said with a shocked face. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard the legend of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king. In contrast, he was sure that the monster emerging from the ground was the legendary ten-thousand-year-old zombie king in the legend!

Feng Xiaotian was also shocked when he heard the words. Although he had never heard of this name, he saw this situation and Wujing's frightening expression. He knew that he was not easy to be with. He couldn't help but be vigilant. He held the light sword in his hand, and his whole body was full of anger, ready to deal with accidents at any time.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king also heard Wu Jing's exclamation. He slowly bent down, slowly stretched out his huge palm, and grabbed Wu Jing. The action looked a little stiff.

At first sight, Wu Jing was shocked and didn't know where his strength came from. His paralyzed body actually staggered up and was about to escape in the direction of Feng Xiaotian. In contrast, Feng Xiaotian is much cuter than the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king at this moment.

It's just that Wujing lost all his mana, and he ran like a dying old man. Although the ten thousand-year-old zombie king moved slowly, he still grabbed Wujing in his hand and slipped it up. The nail was also more than a foot long, which looked extremely sharp and flashed with cold metal light.

Wujing was put on the palm of her hand by the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king in screaming and kept shouting, "Forgive me! Spare my life!"

"Haha, don't scream, your bald head is very fat. Just think of it as my snack. It's also your blessing to be my snack!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king laughed wildly, completely ignored Wujing's shouting, pinched Wujing with two fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In Feng Xiaotian's shocked eyes, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king chewed hard in his mouth a few times, and Wujing's fat body was chewed to pieces and swallowed into his stomach alive.

A moment later, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king patted his stomach, and the trace of blood from the corners of his mouth was not wiped clean. He said to himself, "It tastes good, but it's just too little!"

Although Feng Xiaotian has experienced a lot of battles and many practitioners have died under him, he has never seen such an amazing scene. Wujing was still a living person just now, but now she has been swallowed alive. It's really shocking!

What should I do? Feng Xiaotian thought to himself in his heart.

Let's fight. It seems that the strength of this ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is extraordinary. I'm afraid that I'm not an opponent! I'm afraid I lost my life in vain!

Run away. This zombie was released by himself. It's easy for me to go, but I'm afraid the people in the capital of the Ming Dynasty will be poisoned by it. How can I bear it?

Just playing drums in Feng Xiaotian's heart. I don't know if it's time to escape the battle. The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king looked up and turned his eyes to Feng Xiaotian. Two cold and blue dead lights came out from the part of the eyes and said loudly, "Little guy, did you let me out?" The sound was like thunder, making Feng Xiaotian's ears buzz.

"I let you out, but what kind of monster are you? Why did you eat that Wujing?" Feng Xiaotian thought that since it was a monster released by himself, it should be borne by himself. He simply crossed his heart and floated up in the air. After his eyes parallel to the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, he asked the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

It's just that from a distance, his figure is as small as a baby and a giant compared with the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

"Ha ha, little guy, I'm not a monster. I was the king of zombies ten thousand years ago!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king replied proudly.

"What is the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king?" Feng Xiaotian asked puzzledly. He didn't scold the other party, but he really didn't know.

"Huh! The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is not a thing, but a strong man between heaven and earth!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king said with some dissatisfaction, "Little guy, don't talk so much nonsense. Since you released me, I will spare your life. Seeing that your strength is also good, just be my servant!"

"To be your servant? Haha, you are dreaming!" Feng Xiaotian smiled arrogantly and said that it would be better for Feng Xiaotian to die as a servant of a zombie.