Chapter 458 Big Winner

"I didn't recruit you, I didn't provoke you, why do you always have trouble with me?"

The grimace mask slowly separated from Tang Long's body and floated above the heads of the five masters and disciples.

"It is the duty of a monk to kill demons, punish evil and promote good." The master said: "If you don't harm others, who would be willing to provoke you?"

"Have you never harmed anyone in your life?" Ghostface Mask asked.

"No."

The master said frankly.

"You lied." Ghostface Mask shouted angrily: "Those who died because of you, don't they count as being killed by you? If you have never harmed anyone, how can you be riddled with resentment?"

"Maybe he feels that as long as he doesn't kill someone with his own hands, it doesn't count as his fault."

Suddenly, accompanied by a taunting sound, a tall, ugly zombie with a ferocious face flew over quickly and stopped behind the grimace mask.

"Zombie King, you are finally willing to show up." The master clenched his sword and said attentively.

"The opportunity to exterminate you is right around the corner. How could I allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers?" the Zombie King sneered.

"Wind, thunder, rain and lightning form a grand formation of wind, thunder, rain and lightning." The master said solemnly.

"The wind rises." Feng shouted and jumped out first, his palms flying, forming seals one after another. A strong wind suddenly blew up in the courtyard, flying sand and rocks.

"Thunder." Lei followed closely, forming seals and casting spells. Heavy thunderclouds immediately gathered over the courtyard, and bursts of thunder roared.

"Lightning." Dian opened his arms and looked up at the sky. With a bang, a white lightning struck from the thundercloud.

"Rain falls." The rain seal was printed on the chest, and the swords in both hands pointed to the sky. The rain fell in waves, swept by the strong wind.

And when they were casting spells, the Zombie King did not watch. Instead, he reached out and held the Ghost Face Mask: "How about we cooperate once?"

"I don't seem to have a choice." The ghost mask said with a smile.

The Zombie King grinned and put the mask on his ferocious face. A powerful aura suddenly erupted out of his body uncontrollably, like a god coming down to earth.

"Wind, thunder, rain, lightning, chop."

Under the thunder clouds, the master stepped on the seven-star step and waved the sword in his palm. Using his skills, he drew the vast power in the thunder and suddenly swung the sword down.

"boom!"

A thick bolt of thunder fell with the force of the sword, striking the zombie king's head heavily.

"boom."

The Zombie King raised his right arm to block the thunder with his wrist, and lightning sparks exploded, dazzlingly bright.

"With this little power, how about scratching your itch?" The Zombie King put down his intact arm and mocked.

The master's expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, increased his magic power, and pulled the thunder: "Wind, thunder, rain, lightning, chop."

"boom."

A thicker thunderbolt fell fiercely, like a giant axe, with great momentum.

The Zombie King quickly flew up, punched sideways, and hit the thunder with his right fist, crushing the thunder with great force. His whole body was suddenly covered with lightning: "It feels numb, this strength is very moderate."

The master's already dark face turned even darker, and he tried his best to wave his sword and draw the thunder: "The Thunder Dragon is coming!"

"Rumble..."

Suddenly there was a loud thunder in the thunder cloud, and a thunder dragon with fangs and claws flew out of the cloud curtain, roaring and rushing towards the Corpse King.

"The mask is up to you." The Corpse King said coldly.

He could feel the unpredictable power within this thunder dragon, and knew that if he fought hard, even if he won, it would be a miserable victory.

"Uh-huh."

Green lights flashed on the Ghostface mask, and when the Thunder Dragon was about to hit the Corpse King, it disappeared instantly with his body.

"boom."

The Thunder Dragon crashed to the ground, and the bluestone floor immediately shattered into a large crater. Master holds the magic sword tightly in his hand, unites his mind with the thunder dragon, controls the thunder dragon to rise from the ground, and rushes towards the corpse king again.

The Corpse King kept teleporting, flashing, and running around the yard with the Thunder Dragon. Soon the Thunder Dragon's body gradually became illusory and was smashed to pieces by the Corpse King's punch.

"puff."

The master trembled all over, opened his mouth and spat out a mist of blood, and fell limply to the ground.

He knew that with the Zombie King's strength, ordinary attacks were ineffective against him. Only by using the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box from the very beginning could he possibly kill the opponent.

Unexpectedly, after the combination of the Corpse King and the mask, it completely made up for the shortcomings in speed. No matter how powerful the stunt was, it would be impossible to hit the opponent.

What's even more desperate is that using special skills is not without cost. If you can't kill the enemy, you will become a fish on the chopping board...

"The poor person is incompetent and brings trouble to the whole family!"

The master raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his lips, stood up staggeringly, and said sideways, "Wind, thunder, rain and lightning, I will stop this corpse king for you, so you can run away for your lives."

"Master!" The four of them shouted in unison with tears in their eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense and run for your life. Don't let my sacrifice be in vain."

The master raised the sword, and the pores on his body released bright light...

In the storm, the old master sacrificed his own life to help his apprentice. It is undeniable that this scene is very touching.

But just at this moment, the appearance of a person completely broke the touching atmosphere...

"Back off, remember this from now on, and don't play in the peak match if you are a loser."

Seeing the burly figure that suddenly appeared in front of them, the master was stunned, with question marks on his face.

Feng Lei Yu Dian was ecstatic and shouted excitedly: "Senior Brother Qin!"

Qin Yao didn't even look at them. He turned the scroll in his hands, unfolded his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Please Zhong Kui kill the demon!"

At that time, before going to Nanyang to search for the five-thousand-year-old blood demon, Zhong Kui gave a self-portrait to Qin Yao.

Although the blood demon escaped quickly later, the portrait was useless and Zhong Kui did not take it back, so it stayed with Qin Yao.

Nowadays, the grimace mask is combined with the thousand-year-old zombies, and the flying flash is omnipotent. Qin Yao asked himself that he could not win such a peak match based on his own strength without the need for magic, so he simply invited Zhong Kuitu. come out.

"Catch the evil zombies!"

A dazzling red light suddenly flashed on Zhong Kui's picture, and a burly figure wearing a black gauze hat and a red robe flew out of the red light. In the blink of an eye, the figure turned into a giant. He raised his sleeves and held the zombie king in one hand. .

"Ho, ho..."

The Millennium Zombie King struggled desperately, and the mask on his face glowed green, obviously exerting magic power.

But no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't break away from Zhong Kui's hand, and in the blink of an eye they were thrown into his sleeve by that hand.

"Capturing him alive can maximize the benefits." Zhong Kui turned his head and glanced at Qin Yao, then turned into red light and flew back to Zhong Kui's picture.

At this time, the thunderclouds gradually dispersed, and the moonlight shone into the courtyard. The five masters and apprentices stared blankly at the figures holding scrolls in front of them, feeling as if they were in a dream.

No.

Even in their dreams, they could not imagine that the thousand-year-old zombie king who almost forced them to death could be captured alive so easily...

Reality is more magical than imagined!

Qin Yao silently rolled up the scroll, secretly calculating the gains of this trip, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It seems that there is no winner in this game except him.

The Jiang family's wealth and wealth for several generations, and the two demons who had caused trouble, were now all in his hands. While the other guys with their own agendas were dying or escaping, he was the only one who really had the last laugh.