I Have a Monster Farm

These mummies are not zombies or walking corpses at all, it is more accurate to call them ghost corpses.

They were all people who were killed by this old ghost. They sucked up their essence and blood, and then turned into corpses controlled by it.

The old ghost's idea is quite beautiful, let the ghost entangle Zhang Ziyu, stabilize the injury by himself, and then kill him.

After all, it was still a little afraid of the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand. Fortunately, the power to restrain the evil spirit was not completely aimed at ghosts.

Zhang Ziyu was not afraid of the Yin Corpse rushing towards him, but smiled instead.

Finally, I can try my special restraint of the bone sword. Although it is said that the infernal corpse is not a zombie, it still has something to do with the corpse.

With Zhang Ziyu's thought, the three-piece tyrant's armor was instantly attached to his body in black, looking sharp and cold, especially the bone sword with white gold pattern in his hand, which was the Xixi version of Frostmourne - Bone.

He looks a bit like the Lich King.

Of course, it would be more like a helmet, cape, gloves, belt, and shoes.

The old ghost was taken aback, but he didn't stop the movement of the Yin Corpse. Seven or eight Yin Corpse had already jumped in front of Zhang Ziyu.

The withered fingers looked like they were scratching Zhang Ziyu's body.

Zhang Ziyu slashed across with his sword, and the sword light cut off the hands of the corpse. Black smoke burst out of the hands that were like bones, and soon decayed and shriveled, and they fell apart when touched.

Sure enough, the bone sword has a damage increase for corpse-like monsters.

The old ghost was taken aback, but Zhang Ziyu didn't pay attention to its expression. Facing the Yin Corpse that surrounded him, Beng Quan was close at hand, and with a cracking sound, he immediately flew backwards.

As long as there is an entity without special protection, what is the difference between it and the blood bar.

Sure enough, Zhang Ziyu's bone sword swept across, coupled with fist and palm attacks, he couldn't breathe a few times, and seven or eight ghost corpses were chopped into several sections. Black smoke billowed from their bodies, and they quickly decayed, completely silent.

The old ghost was startled when he saw this, but he still persisted in his evil intentions. He was already close to the level of Li Gui, and he had the strength of the ninth level of Qi training.

Even if he was stabbed by Zhang Ziyu and his body was injured, he would not lose his combat effectiveness.

So he also wanted to kill Zhang Ziyu and treat him as his own blood.

People don't come to this mass grave very often. Now that he doesn't eat this person, and replaces it with ordinary people as blood food, he doesn't know how many more to eat before he can become a ghost.

The old ghost came flying, and Zhang Ziyu slashed at him with a sword.

This time, the old ghost would have gone straight up if he had been prepared. His figure was erratic, he dodged the sword, and then the ghost claws grabbed Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu's sword blade crossed, and with a bang, it collided with ghost energy.

"Hahaha, kid, you have great fists and feet, but let's see how you hurt me other than this sword."

Zhang Ziyu was trying out his sword, but it was obvious that the old ghost felt that he had mastered the method of dealing with Zhang Ziyu, so he laughed out loud.

"I can't beat you, can I?"

Zhang Ziyu sneered, I just don't need a lot of talismans and magic weapons, so I really think I can't beat you, right?

"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual, the patriarch shows his true spirit. Disciple Zhang Ziyu pays homage to the patriarch as urgently as a law."

Zhang Ziyu put away the bone sword, then pinched the small bronze sword in his hand, and directly invited God to his upper body.

After reading the formula, the incense and divine power poured into Zhang Ziyu's body in an instant. He was originally 1.8 meters tall, but he instantly swelled into a devil with muscles.

"boom"

Zhang Ziyu touched his fists with both hands, gearing up, and sneered again and again: "You said I can't punch you, right?"

The old ghost panicked, this guy actually invited the gods, maybe it has something to do with the Taoist priest in Yizhuang.

Not only was it worried about Zhang Ziyu's background, but Zhang Ziyu's strength now being shown also made him retreat.

So it turned its head violently, wanting to turn into a black shadow and escape from this place immediately.

Zhang Ziyu chased the cicada in eight steps, his figure was like a giant shooting star, and he flashed behind the old ghost: "It's already here, don't leave."

He grabbed the back of the old ghost's neck with his big hand, grabbed it tightly, and pressed it to the ground with force.

"I can't hit you, can I?"

"boom!"

"My fists are useless, aren't they?"

"boom!"

One sentence, one punch, Zhang Ziyu didn't bother to make excuses at the end, anyway, he just pressed the hammer, punched more than ten punches, and the old ghost's painful wailing resounded through the woods.

After asking the gods, the divine power of incense and fire was attached to Zhang Ziyu's body, and naturally it was also on his fists, not to mention hitting ghosts, even more evil things would directly hurt them.

If Zhang Ziyu hadn't controlled the strength, the old ghost would probably be cold by now.

"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual, capture your ghosts, follow my orders, follow my orders."

The ghost-controlling talisman appeared in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and the yellow talisman was ignited instantly, and then a pale golden talisman appeared in his hand.

He pressed the talisman towards the old ghost, and then the talisman burst into brighter light instantly. The old ghost froze and gradually became smaller under the pressure of the light.

The ghost-controlling curse was planted into the old ghost's body, and Zhang Ziyu passed the ghost-controlling curse immediately and felt a weak connection between him and the old ghost.

He was able to order the old ghost through this trace of connection, but this connection is still too weak, even if it is a compulsory order or compulsory punishment, it is just like a needle prick.

If the old ghost is willing, he can break free after spending some time.

Zhang Ziyu knew that it was only the stage of insanity now, and he had to strengthen this connection in order to truly control ghosts.

"be honest."

Zhang Ziyu punched the old ghost again, then took out a small porcelain bottle, grabbed the smaller old ghost, and stuffed it in.

The small porcelain vase was used to hold ghosts, and it was wrapped with a charm of suppressing evil. It was not so difficult for the old ghost to get out of it.

Zhang Ziyu closed the bottle cap, and looked around at this time, and sure enough, a lot of Yin and Ghost Qi had dissipated.

Wandering souls are also thoughtful, and they will not know that someone has made a move and stay where they are.

What's more, this old ghost has already driven away many wandering souls by being king and hegemony. If he catches it now, he probably won't be able to catch it.

"Uncle, uncle, come out quickly, it's time to get off work."

Zhang Ziyu took the bottle in his hand, and then yelled towards the open woods.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, to come out of the woods.

"Martial nephew, why are you moving so fast, we just lost our way for a while, and you caught the ghost?"

Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, you have to pretend to be lost, at least don't put away the breathing talisman in front of me, keep calm, no wonder I said I couldn't find any trace.

"What a coincidence, when I practiced bravery back then, either I lost my way or my master lost his way. Master, is this our Maoshan tradition?"

Xu Fa's face froze, and he suddenly remembered that he was almost thrown into the mountains by his master. This seems to be a tradition.

Zhang Ziyu took out the porcelain bottle, looked at Qian Kai, and asked, "Master, will I strengthen the connection with the Ghost Control Curse next?"

Qian Kai glanced at the bottle, he knew that the evil spirit equivalent to the ninth level of Qi training was contained in it, and the image of the nephew in front of him holding the evil ghost's explosive hammer was still imprinted in his mind.

He is really the disciple of Junior Brother Simu, and that flesh-and-taste invitation to the gods is so tasteful.

After frantically complaining about the thoughts in his head, he came back to his senses and shook his head and said, "Yes, there are actually different ways to drive ghosts in this part. I'll talk to you when I go back first. This place is not suitable."