Zombies are not within the six realms, nor are they five elements. They are monsters abandoned by the six realms of reincarnation in heaven and earth. They have no three souls and seven spirits. Once the body dies, they will disappear in the human world forever.

Zombies cannot use Taoist techniques, which is a consensus reached by the entire Taoist world. However, Zeng Fan, who was in front of him, used Taoist techniques in front of Yan Ning, easily resolved the White Tiger Slash in Yitang.

How could this not shock Yan Ning!

"Boy, this world is very big, and you are in a corner, how can you understand? Why can the Cult of Eternal Life attract many believers? Do you know now?"

Zeng Fan's words hit Yan Ning's heart.

The ultimate teachings of the Changsheng Buddhism can actually be seen from the name of the Changsheng Buddhism. Why do so many people choose to follow the Changsheng Buddhism?

Choosing the Immortality Cult is choosing Immortality!

Zeng Fan enjoyed Yan Ning's shocked expression very much, but he also understood that he had no time to waste with Yan Ning. Before Yan Ning could react, he saw him suddenly rushing towards Yan Ning and punching Yan Ning hard on the lower abdomen!

The zombie power was extremely powerful, and Zeng Fan was even more terrifying. He punched Yan Ning directly into the corridor where he had just come down, and smashed a human figure on the floor!

Yan Ning lifted up his clothes and saw that his lower abdomen had been fuzzy with blood and several ribs were broken.

He felt that his internal organs were about to move. If it weren't for taking medicine baths every day and doing the high-intensity exercises in the past, perhaps Yan Ning would have been trembling with blood from his seven orifices by Zeng Fan's fist!

"Weak! So weak!" Zeng Fan smiled disdainfully, holding the brocade box in his hand, and preparing to leave without looking back.

"Don't want to leave!" Yan Ning was anxious and quickly summoned thirty-six golden needles and turned into whirlwinds to chase them out.

Thirty-six golden needles turned into a powerful whirlwind, rolling up the stones on the ground, forming a terrifying storm like a sandstorm, and rushing towards Zeng Fan.

When Zeng Fan saw Yan Ning use thirty-six golden needles, his eyes lit up. If he snatched the thirty-six golden needles from Yan Ning's hand, wouldn't he be one step closer to his true immortality?

"You are really my noble man!"

Zeng Fan laughed coldly and waved his flag again. He saw countless black gas coming out of the flag, forming a natural barrier in front of Zeng Fan. Looking closely, there were actually painful faces in the black gas!

This black barrier was refined with the souls of hundreds of people!

Yan Ning wanted to stop, but it was too late. The storm formed by thirty-six golden needles hit the black air barrier. Zeng Fan recited the mantra. Although the black air was weakened a lot by the golden needle storm, he still could not defeat the black air in the end, and his strength was consumed by the black air!

"Come here!" Zeng Fan was overjoyed when he saw Yan Ning's offensive being cancelled. He threw the flag lightly, and the black air wrapped the thirty-six golden needles that had lost their power.

Zeng Fan opened the brocade box, and Yan Ning's thirty-six golden needles also fell into it, and placed side by side with the thirty-six golden needles auctioned by Nanfeng Taoist.

"Zeng Fan! Come on your order!"

Before Zeng Fan could show his joy, he heard the whistling sound in his ears. When he saw a flash of cold light from the corner of his eyes, he knew that Yan Ning followed the Golden Needle Storm and slashed at him!

"I want to hurt me too?" Zeng Fan smiled disdainfully, covered the lid of the brocade box, and wanted to take Yan Ning's knife with his bare hands.

Who knew that after this knife, Zeng Fan not only failed to block Yan Ning's sword, but instead witnessed his arm being cut off by Yan Ning Qigen, falling to the ground, rolling weakly.

"A mere purple armored zombie body wants to block my Ming Breaking Sword?"

Yan Ning, who was holding the dark pole, sneered, without giving Zeng Fan any chance to react. He waved his sword and wanted to take Zeng Fan's life directly.

"bite--"

At this moment, a huge Buddhist bead suddenly whistled past Yan Ning's ear and hit Ming Po's blade. Yan Ning turned his blade and failed to cut on Zeng Fan's body, but slashed on the luxury car parked aside.

A cold light flashed by, and the luxury car was divided into two, with the blade as smooth as a mirror!

Even when Zeng Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sweat: What kind of magic weapon is this kid holding? If this knife hits me...

Yan Ning was not happy at all because of Ming Po's power. He turned around coldly, but saw two people standing behind him.

One of them was wearing a white robe and glasses on his nose. He was older than Yan Ning; the other was a bald monk with a few Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Zhou Ji, Xie Kong, you two dare to appear in front of me?" Yan Ning said coldly.

Zhou Ji glanced at Zeng Fan: "Yan Ning, you can't escape from our palms today!"

Yan Ning could not fight against him before coming to Hong Kong. Now, in just over a dozen days, how could Yan Ning be able to deal with the three of them?

Yan Ning's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were staring at Zhou Ji: "It's hard to say who can't escape from the palm of his hand."

Xie Kong's stern face suddenly sank, and two figures slowly walked out from behind Yan Ning.

"Yan Ning, are you okay?" Yang Lei walked to Yan Ning and asked.

Yan Ning shook his head and looked at Zhang Quan on the side: "The three guys in front of him are from the Changsheng Sect, you can choose one of them as your opponent."

Zhang Quan held a long sword in his hand, glanced at Zhou Ji and the other two, and then pointed at Xie Kong: "Just this bald monk."

Yang Lei laughed: "Zeng Fan left it to me, I want to avenge my brothers!"

Xie Kong and Zeng Fan both smiled disdainfully, while Yan Ning looked at Zhou Ji coldly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then, I can only cause trouble for you?"

Zhou Ji sneered: "None of you can leave here today!"

"I will return this sentence to you intact!"

Yan Ning roared angrily and directly slashed at Zhou Ji. The battle was about to begin!

Zhang Quan summoned three Yin soldiers and surrounded Monk Xie Kong in the middle. Monk Xie Kong threw the Buddhist beads high, forming a purple barrier to surround him, fighting with the three Yin soldiers with bare hands and empty fists.

Yang Lei is a monk named Yin and Yang who became a monk halfway through the journey. He held a money sword in his right hand and a Taoist talisman in his left hand. He spitted fireworks at the moment, and emitted a thunder in his palm. He used his moves to restrain Zeng Fan, but he was indifferent to the top and bottom for a while!

On the other hand, Yan Ning had already been reborn after a month before Yan Ning came to Hong Kong Gate. Zhou Ji's moves were just a child playing house in his eyes. Every time Yan Ning swung his knife, Zhou Ji's face looked a little ugly. In less than a moment, Zhou Ji was exhausted!

"Bald! Save me!"

"Don't worry, no one can save anyone tonight!"

Yan Ning raised Ming Po high and directly penetrated Zhou Ji's heart!
Chapter completed!