Chapter 939

"We must act first, and later, I will be gone first!"

Looking at his body that was about to disappear, King Ci Ling finally felt a trace of panic. He gritted his teeth and took out a panacea from his waist.

"Corpse puppets. As long as you tear up the kid in front of you, your souls will live and be liberated!"

"The Art of Gathering Souls!"

The panacea turned into a stream of air. It quickly poured into every inch of the body of King Ci Ling, and he yelled, and invisible thin threads were entwining every corpse.

The zombies received orders. They turned their heads stiffly, and a strange smile flashed across their empty eyes.

The next moment, the zombies were biting each other crazily without distinguishing between you and me. The already unsightly scene was even more like a Shura field.

There were also some zombies that frantically rushed towards Zhao Yi, but no matter what they did, Zhao Yi remained motionless, a terrifying evil spirit overflowed, and within a few breaths, they rushed towards Zhao Yi's puppets. All turned into fly ash and disappeared!

"eat……"

The zombies tilted their heads and kept eating the corpse puppets around them, and as they devoured them, not only their stature became taller, but their aura also became stronger!

A few minutes later, those hundreds of corpse puppets. They have all been eaten by the strongest zombies.

The strongest zombie swallowed the last head, and its body was raised accordingly. When it stood up, it was more than ten meters long, and its whole body was pitch black.

"Eat you!"

The strongest zombie turned his head slowly. Its face looked terrifying and cold under the dim light, its facial features were distorted, and there was a foul-smelling mucus constantly flowing from the corner of its mouth, making it nauseous.

"You do not deserve!"

Zhao Yi raised his head with difficulty. His eyes were constantly switching between pitch black and red, and he suppressed the last trace of clarity, staring at the strongest zombie.

As it devours its companions, it has become extremely powerful. I am afraid that it is not weaker than a strong man in the middle of the gods just by virtue of cultivation!

"Kill! Kill him! I will free your souls. Return to dust!"

At this time, the God King Ci Ling was completely at a disadvantage, fleeing frantically under the attack of the war spirit puppet. The situation that was originally evenly matched has completely turned into being chased and killed by a puppet...

"It's so pitiful. Those who came here were probably killed by King Lingshen."

Zhao Yi muttered to himself, the evil spirit rippling around him was encroaching on the last ray of clarity step by step.

"Just let me... liberate your souls!"

Zhao Yi obviously knew that he couldn't delay at this time, and when he finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his middle finger. Not only was there divine power circulating on it, but there was also evil energy constantly entangled in it. Terrifying fluctuations quietly spread inside.

"Mie Shen Jue! The third finger... Tian Hong Po!"

Zhao Yi slowly pressed his middle finger, and the divine power and evil spirit were also entangled and fused with each other, and the power between the two was extremely powerful. Zhao Yi's fingers were bleeding instantly.

Not only that, the festering middle finger can still vaguely see the bones!

Even so, Zhao Yi didn't even frown. Pressing down his fingers, the whole mausoleum became quiet.

"Then... what exactly is it?!"

The God King Ci Ling and the War Spirit Puppet, who had been running away and chasing after him, stopped at the same time at this time, and the former looked at the sky above Zhao Yi's head in shock.