Chapter 940

It was a fist-sized finger, quietly floating in the air, with strange lines engraved on it, as if it could swallow up all the moisture in the air.

"go!"

Zhao Yi exhausted all his strength, and even the uncontrollable evil spirit in his body became thinner. The fingers fell, and the ground shook. The surrounding space is filled with the sound of waves crashing!

The seemingly mighty finger seemed insignificant in front of the strongest zombies, lingering with corpse aura. It turned into a giant mace, and the air seemed to be torn apart between swings!

The strongest zombie strikes first, swung the mace, and threw it at Zhao Yi angrily. During this time, Zhao Yi moved his fingers and flew out at this moment.

There was no shocking explosion as imagined, and the flying "finger" seemed to have encountered no obstacles. It not only easily destroyed the mace, but also penetrated the body of the strongest zombie without any effort.

"No!"

The King of Lingshen yelled. Under his unwilling gaze, the strongest zombie suffered irreversible damage. The entire huge body turned into corpse gas and disintegrated in the air.

"Pfft!"

The strongest zombie was wiped out, and the King Ciling also suffered a violent backlash, his already illusory body. It became even more illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow him away!

"Is it over..."

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth were slightly raised, maintaining the last sliver of clarity, and because of his weakness, he was ruthlessly swallowed up, with a thin evil spirit. Like a prairie fire, it began to rekindle, trying to occupy every inch of the body.

"elder brother!"

Zhao Qin, who was hiding aside, was also stunned by the scene in front of her. She trotted to Zhao Yi in a hurry, conveying her divine power to him.

"Hahaha! Woman, it's useless, his self-awareness has disappeared, just like a zombie controlled by me!"

Because the power of counterattack was about to dissipate, the King of Ling Ling saw Zhao Yi's final result. He smiled like a maniac, and the battle spirit puppet that originally eliminated him also ran out of points. Like a statue stuck in place.

"Although this kid is not the best choice, but in order to protect himself, he has no choice but to make a bad move!"

God King Ci Ling's eyes flickered, he took advantage of the gap where Zhao Yi was gradually eroded by the evil spirit, and rushed up quickly.

With that appearance, he planned to possess Zhao Yi's body!

"Hey... the same method, you can't play it in front of me a second time!"

Just when King Ci Ling arrived in front of Zhao Yi, a strange cry sounded from beside his ears, a jade flute, carrying bursts of black air and strange rhythm. Facing the King of Lingshen, he swept over with all his brains.

"What is this! It's so painful, stop it!"

The melody sounded, and at the same time, the black air continued to wrap around the body of Ciling Shenwang, and he hugged his head in pain. The already illusory body began to show signs of disappearing!

"Boy! Stop it, I can promise you whatever you want!"

Divine King Ci Ling raised his head with difficulty, and saw the little tiger playing the jade flute indifferently, wrapped in divine power, it made the power of it even higher.

"It's late! And...the 'Tianhunzhi' I want is gone in the entire mausoleum!"

Little Huzi was indifferent, and when King Ci Ling disappeared completely, he stopped playing, and a cold cry came from his mouth, it was hard to imagine that it came from a child under ten years old.