Zhao Changqing sighed in his heart, but unfortunately he had no paper and pen. Otherwise, he would not only protect himself by writing "Song of Righteousness" by himself, but also help his companions drive away corpses and ghosts.

Zhao Changqing looked around and saw the branches on the ground. He suddenly moved his heart. He remembered the scene of practicing calligraphy on the sandy beach when he was a child. As long as he had brush and ink in his heart, everything was paper and pen.

Zhao Changqing picked up a branch, chose a flat ground, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The two friends were fighting fiercely with the walking zombies, how could they watch it on the wall and keep it alone? Isn’t the "Song of Righteousness" taught by Qingshan Academy to deal with this scene? Looking at the two friends who were fighting with the walking zombies, my heart was filled with passion. I, Zhao Changqing, is also a great man. In times of crisis, how could I watch it on the wall? I have a righteous heart and can compete with the sun and the moon.

I can’t fight, but writing is my strength.

The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and flowing. The lower part is the river and the higher part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and stars. It is called the great and vastness of people. The earth is built on the ground and the sky is dependent on the honour. The three pillars are actually fate, and morality is its root...

Once Zhao Changqing entered the state, he was detached from the world and completely forgot where he was. He only felt that he had entered an unprecedentedly quiet world. In the night sky, the galaxy flickered, the sun and the moon were moving, time passed, the white horse passed by, and the clouds were floating.

The mountains, rivers and rivers around you are thousands of miles away.

Zhao Changqing waved the branches to express his passion in his heart, and the word "Yi" was as sharp as a knife.

Two zombies that had just crawled out of the ground, as the word "Yi" waving the branches in Zhao Changqing's hand was completed, their heads suddenly exploded, and their bones and flesh were scattered all over the ground.

Three horizontal strokes swept across the waist like long sticks, sweeping across the waist of the three walking zombies. The body of the walking zombies broke from the middle, and a stinging spear was angrily stinging, heading straight to the top of the zombies, breaking a big hole from the top of their heads, and piercing its body until it was under its crotch.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang kept sounding, and the walking zombies around Zhao Changqing would be destroyed by the power of Zhengqi Ge within five feet of his body.

Zhao Changqing wrote with great enthusiasm, using branches as his pen, the earth as his paper, and stroked like a knife, horizontally and vertically like a gun, and one bit by bit, hidden thunder, iron and silver hooks turned into an axe, hook and fork, with a vast heart, writing the cemetery with justice.

Qin Lang led seven Tiexun guards to fight out a bloody path from the siege of the zombies and met with the besieged constables. At this moment, only five of the survivors of the Kung Fu were still alive, and the rest were killed by the zombies.

Until now, there is no room for the white bone pen in Qin Lang's hand to display, because the corpses that are constantly emerging are all rotten corpses, and their eyeballs have long been rotten. In the past, the white bone pen controls skeleton corpses by clicking on their eyes, but there is no use at present. It seems that the rotten corpses that have been around for a long time need to find another way to control them.

Qin Lang asked ten Tiexun guards to cover the five surviving constables to retreat outside the cemetery, and quietly aimed at a constable who had died with his left middle finger. There were too many zombies, and with them alone, the power balance between the two sides was too great. Qin Lang could have released the war spirit, but there were so many Tiexun guards in the Demon-Suppressing Department. He did not want to reveal the secret that he could summon the undead until the necessary moment.

These nearly twenty detectives who had just died have become Qin Lang's primary choice. They have made some progress in transforming into soldiers. Just ejecting the soul light the size of a fireflies is enough to control the dead detectives.

The burly constable was just hit by a corpse with a stone tablet and died. After being awakened by a white bone pen, he lifted the blood-stained stone tablet from the ground that had just taken his life and rushed towards the corpse who killed him. The stone tablet slapped the corpse on the back of the corpse, smashing the corpse to pieces. Even if it was a corpse, he still had a strong sense of revenge.

The dead constables stood up one by one, picked up their weapons again and rushed towards the zombies.

Although the number of people cannot be compared with thousands of zombies, because these constables have died in the siege just now, in the eyes of the zombies, they have become similar, so they will not actively attack similar, and the targets are still concentrated on Qin Lang. However, those constables who have become zombies do not think so. Under Qin Lang's command, they rushed towards the zombies without hesitation.

After the constable became a zombie, their combat effectiveness increased exponentially. Because of their physical changes, and because of their loss of fear, they all became fearless warriors.

Qin Lang did not expect these zombie constables to reverse the situation. The number of people was still too disadvantageous. Seven Tiexun guards and the five zombies were once again surrounded by zombies.

Qin Lang split the forehead of a zombie who intended to attack him with a backhand sword. Several gaps had been broken on the blade of the sword. Although this sword split the top of the zombie's head, it was only half of it. The zombie poked out his hands and continued to attack. Qin Lang kicked the zombie away with one kick in time.

Rows of zombies rushed towards him wildly. Qin Lang raised his left fist. The situation was urgent and he didn't care about it. He had to summon his war spirit. He detained the soul and sent the spirit. His left fist turned blue and white. As his arm swung all his strength, a blue and white light and shadow flew out from his fist.

Qin Lang was speechless. Sometimes when he wanted to use his soul power to strike, he summoned a war spirit. But when he wanted to summon a war spirit, he used a soul power to strike. So far, he still couldn't control the bone pen as he pleased.

The blue and white fist shadow composed of the power of the soul hit the chest of the zombies in front of them like a meteor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang... Blue and white meteors successively penetrated the bodies of the zombies, and the arrangement of zombies in groups became the standard target. Qin Lang's soul power strike hit eighteen zombies one after another.

It just made Qin Lang embarrassed that the zombie hit by him did not fall like a domino as expected. Although the sound and light effect emitted by the soul power strike is great, its lethality seems to be basically equal to zero. This move is limited to the appearance of good looks.

When Qin Lang was about to release the war spirit again, he heard the zombies saying: "We are willing to be shattered to the ground and crush our bones to pieces for the Lord."

It turned out that what he had just issued was not a soul-power strike, but a summoning power. He was willing to plant flowers but did not bloom, and he was unintentionally planted willows and willows to form shade. Although he did not use the soul to detain the soul, he used the corpse to turn into soldiers and completed the collective transformation at one time.

His own strength quickly grew. Qin Lang immediately ordered that the eighteen zombies turn against each other on the spot, and immediately joined the corpse detectives and started a self-killing battle with the cemetery zombie zombies.

The soul shock caused by Gu Xiefei finally attracted the attention of the corpse driver. The corpse driver released more spiritual thoughts to strengthen the control of the corpse. Gu Xiefei judged the direction based on this suddenly enhanced spiritual thought. Using the art of controlling armor and chasing the wind, he shot away in the direction of the spiritual thought. Gu Xiefei turned into a golden light, breaking through the corpse's encirclement and instantly traveled through the cemetery.

Two miles south of the cemetery, there is a small river called Bu Lao, and a canoe floats on the Bu Lao River.

An old woman in gray-clothed clothes in the canoe sat cross-legged with her hands on her knees, her palms facing the sky, and her black air was everywhere, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in smoke.

The old woman in gray had her eyes closed tightly, but suddenly opened it. Her eyes were black and there were no eyeballs.

A golden light ran towards the river bank at a rapid speed. The old woman frowned, pinched her right hand in the void, and then poked her claw forward. The black air covering her body suddenly rose up, forming a huge claw shadow in the air, facing the flying golden light.

The black smoke formed a claw shadow and tried to capture the golden light.

Gu Xiefei, who was running, said loudly: "The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all qi. Cultivate billions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers." The speed of Running doubled in an instant, and at the same time, the golden light surrounding his body surged with his voice, and Gu Xiefei, covered by the golden light, penetrated the black claw shadow.

Before the black giant claw could attack, a big hole was broken by the golden light.

boom!

The river of Bu Lao River surging, and a huge wave rushes up the heart of the river, supporting the canoe to the height of the night sky. The old woman in gray sneered: "It's neither bad nor bad. I didn't expect that there are masters like you, golden light protecting your body, golden light curse? Look at Lao Zhen shattering your golden light and breaking your Dharma body!"

The black mist rolled on the huge waves, and the canoe seemed to float on the water, or in the black smoke. The smoke formed a series of ropes with the old woman's body as the center. Suddenly, six bone nails about the length of the foot broke through the fog and roared towards Gu Xiefei.

Gu Xiefei's golden light flashed all over his body. Facing the six bone nails, he was calm and calm. He pulled out the six hexagrams from his waist with both hands, threw them out at the same time, and said loudly: "Monster, dig people's graves, destroy people's bodies, do many evil things, people and gods are angry. God will not accept you, I will accept you!"

The six hexagrams and the six white bone nails collided with each other in the air, and they fought back and forth in the air, making it difficult to decide the winner for a while.

The old woman laughed and said, "You are just afraid you don't have the ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge waves supporting the canoe suddenly exploded, and countless waves rushed towards Gu Xiefei on the shore, and the canoe also swept from the air to Gu Xiefei's chest.

Gu Xiefei flipped his hands, his index fingers and middle fingers of his hands were put together, and the other six fingers curled up and held each other. He waved his arms with all their strength, and a golden light shot out from the tip of his sword finger, and he shouted: "Open!"

The golden light broke through the canoe that hit him like a siege hammer. The canoe was divided into two by the golden light, flew out from both sides of Gu Xiefei's body, landed on the ground, and the tip was deeply inserted into the soil. The old woman in the boat disappeared and quietly escaped with the huge attack just now.

Gu Xiefei was stunned, sniffed, and suddenly screamed that something was wrong. He seemed to have been tricked to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and there was not only one person who drove the corpse.

The golden light in Zhao Changqing's body became dimmer and dimming, but he was still writing "Song of Righteousness" on the ground for selflessness. The zombies around him kept falling and disintegrating under the pressure of the Song of Righteousness.
Chapter completed!