One Hundred and Twenty-Seven, Evil Zombies

the other side.

Cloudy Mountain.

Ye Fan was covered in blood, and his entire face was as pale as paper.

He didn't fall down, but stood in front of the zombie blood clone, guarding it tightly.

at the same time.

Ye Fan stared solemnly at the air opposite, staring at a middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol.

"I took the three palms down, can we go?" Ye Fan asked.

"You are stubborn and use your life to protect an evil thing, how do you have a brain?" The middle-aged man with alcohol smell said coldly.

"He's not evil, he's my senior brother." Ye Fan replied firmly.

"Zombies are inherently evil and rely on blood to survive. As soon as they appear, they will attack their close relatives. They are extremely evil.

And you, as a human, choose to protect zombies, are you still worthy of being a human? "

The middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol stared at Ye Fan indifferently, and a red flying sword floated high.

"It's ridiculous, the eldest brother doesn't even have evil energy, how can it be evil? Have you ever seen evil that can't even hurt the sun?

Do you know how many people the eldest brother saved during his lifetime! Do you know why the big brother died!

You don't know anything, and you are going to kill the big brother as soon as you come, what qualifications do you have to kill him! ' Ye Fan retorted loudly.

"Although I don't know why this zombie can walk under the sun, evil things are evil things after all, and sooner or later, they will hurt humans.

Even if he saved others before his death, everything dissipated after his death, and even if he turned into a zombie, it was not your brother, but an evil one! "

The middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol said faintly, and the blood-colored long sword danced in the air.

"It's ridiculous, it's just your own judgment! Cough cough."

Ye Fan coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, then backed away a little while protecting the zombie blood clone, and walked away.

Seeing that the alcohol-smelling middle-aged man did not attack, the weak Ye Fan walked further and further with the blood clone.

Wait until Ye Fan is completely gone.

A slightly chubby female cultivator flew out of the forest and stepped on the flying sword and stopped beside the middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol.

"Senior brother, didn't you say that you want to accept Ye Fan as a disciple? Why is the shot so heavy?" The slightly fat female cultivator asked in confusion.

"This kid's aptitude is very good, but his concept is not good. My generation of immortal cultivators take it as their duty to kill demons and eliminate demons and protect the common people.

But this kid is protecting zombies. I have to correct him for such a misconception.

Only in this way can I be qualified to be my disciple. "The alcohol-smelling middle-aged man said seriously.

"Okay, but this zombie is really strange. It's not strong enough to walk in the sun." The fat female cultivator was puzzled.

"It's really strange, but evil things are evil things after all, and they will hurt people sooner or later. Now that Ye Fan is dripping with blood, the smell of blood will definitely attract zombies.

I guess the zombies will eat Ye Fan's blood, and if I save him again, I can let Ye Fan understand my good intentions. "

The middle-aged man with alcohol smell took out the wine gourd and took a sip to explain.

"It turned out to be like this, that's really exciting." The slightly fat female cultivator suddenly realized.

"It won't be long before the zombies move, we just have to wait."

The two observed with their spiritual sense in the dark, and saw Ye Fan and the zombie walking near a broken temple in the mountain, as if preparing to rest in the broken temple.

"There is something strange in that ruined temple, there should be ghosts in it." The middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol said.

"Ye Fan is just a martial artist, he can't see ghosts at all, and now he is seriously injured again, I am afraid his life will be in danger." The fat woman frowned.

"Trouble! I originally wanted to test zombies, but who would have thought of a ghost."

The alcoholic middle-aged man sighed and was about to rescue him when he suddenly saw a zombie protecting Ye Fan.

"Did the zombies find ghosts? Senior brother, can zombies see ghosts?" the fat woman asked.

"I don't know, this zombie is really a bit strange. It didn't hurt Ye Fan, but protected him. It's strange, keep paying attention."

"it is good."

...

the other side.

Before breaking down the temple.

The zombie blood clone carefully looked at the broken temple, and from the perspective of God, which combined the eyes of yin and yang, he saw the ghostly energy in the broken temple.

"Master, did you find something?" Ye Fan asked weakly.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

The zombie blood clone made a hoarse sound, then picked up Ye Fan and ran quickly into the forest.

what! !

The eerie roar echoed in all directions, and it was horrifying to hear.

With this sound, a black ink-like ghost gushed out from the ruined temple, shrouding Ye Fan like a wave.

Where the black air passed, the green leaves gradually turned yellow and completely dried up.

But this is just the beginning.

With the appearance of black gas, screams and roars came one after another, and a strong sense of horror filled Ye Fan's heart.

"Die! Let's die together, let's enjoy the taste of death together, hahaha!"

The screams of men and women reverberated, as if many people were shouting together, which sounded particularly frightening.

Also at this time.

Black energy like ink descended, and it was about to cover Ye Fan and the zombie blood clone.

But this time.

Zombie Bloody turned back suddenly, opened its hideous mouth, and made an unpleasant hoarse sound.

"Ah!!"

The strong mental suppression rippled, causing the black energy to vibrate violently, as if it was frozen, and it was impossible to move forward for a while.

Take this opportunity.

The Zombie Blood clone carried Ye Fan and continued to run, quickly shuttling through the woods.

in the forest behind.

The alcoholic middle-aged man and his junior sister looked at this scene in surprise and stared at the zombie in disbelief.

"Mental attack, this zombie actually has such ability." The middle-aged man with alcohol smell was surprised.

"It's really rare, we continue to observe."

"it is good!"

under the attention of the two.

The zombie blood clone and Ye Fan are still running, and every time the black qi is about to come, they can suppress the black qi and continue to escape.

finally.

After running for a long distance, the strange black gas was too far away, and finally returned to the ruined temple, and Ye Fan escaped.

Shortly after.

The zombie blood clone took Ye Fan to a safe cave to hide.

only.

The zombie blood clone saw the scarred Ye Fan, and saw that Ye Fan was about to faint, it was silent, as if weighing something.

in the forest.

The slightly fat female cultivator exclaimed: "This zombie is really good, do evil things have kindness too?"

"Impossible! Evils are evils, and they can never be kind. This zombie has been paying attention to Ye Fan, and maybe it will suck Ye Fan's blood after Ye Fan passes out."

The middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol said loudly, and with his words, Ye Fan really fainted.

Their consciousness saw that the zombie suddenly stood up and walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

"Are you going to act? Quick, let's speed up to kill the zombies, we can't let them do it."

After the middle-aged man with alcohol smell finished speaking, he quickly flew to the cave with the female cultivator.

only.

It's time when they get to the cave.

Suddenly saw the zombie pick up Ye Fan's long sword, and then cut his wrist with a sword.

then.

The zombie threw away the long sword, walked in front of Ye Fan, and dropped a drop of blood from his wrist into Ye Fan's mouth.

After one drop, Ye Fan's breath improved obviously, while the zombie's breath became weak.

But the zombie didn't stop, but dropped blood into Ye Fan's mouth drop by drop, until the zombie was so weak that it couldn't even stand, it stopped.

next second.

Ye Fan's body was full of vitality, the wound healed quickly, and the breath quickly became stronger.

The strength of the original body refining master also broke through at this moment and became an immortal cultivator at the first level of Qi refining.

"This...."

outside the cave.

The alcoholic middle-aged man looked at the powerful Ye Fan who was blessed by misfortune, and then looked at the extremely weak 'evil' zombie in the corner.

The alcoholic middle-aged man was completely silent. He just thought that the zombies were going to hurt Ye Fan, and he was going to kill the zombies.

But now.

The zombies not only did not hurt Ye Fan, but cured the weak Ye Fan and made him stronger.

Such a scene shocked the middle-aged man with alcohol, and the whole person froze in place.

Not just him.

The female cultivator next to him also looked at it in disbelief. She stared blankly at the 'evil' zombie. Seeing how unsteady it was even fighting, the female cultivator was also moved.

【Ding! Your disciple, Ye Fan, transformed into an immortal and reached the first level of Qi Refining, rewarding you with his innate ability: Self-destruction. 】