Soon, Han Sanqian stopped in the direction of the city wall, and then stopped in mid-air, his eyes slightly locked, as if he was looking for something.

And below him, tens of thousands of corpses gathered, baring their teeth and claws, opening their bloody mouths, and roaring wildly at Han Sanqian in the sky.

Suddenly, Han Sanqian's eyes froze!

However, his eyes were slightly locked, but Han Sanqian's eyes were full of sadness and guilt.

In the crowd of zombies, although they were so crowded with each other that it was almost impossible to tell whose head and feet belonged to them.

But Han Sanqian still saw three very familiar faces.

The Jiangbei Three Monsters headed by Dabingtian!

They have been investigating the situation near the city wall. Although Han Sanqian arranged an enchantment for the restaurant last night, he just ignored the three people on the city gate.

Now I see that the three of them have turned into zombies. Han Sanqian was naturally very sad.

Helping him with things, but encountering this situation because of his negligence, Han Sanqian felt very sad about this.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

It is still the same face that Han Sanqian is more or less familiar with in Dabingtian, but at this time, his eyes are blood red and there are no eyeballs, and even black silk is exposed on his gray face, and he does not have the simple and honest smile yesterday at Han Sanqian , some are just endless ferocity.

Shaking his head helplessly, Han Sanqian rushed over suddenly.

"Roar!"

Following Han Sanqian, he fell into the group of zombies. The group of zombies rushed towards Han Sanqian like crazy.

It's like seeing food after hungry ghosts who don't know how long they have been hungry.

"Bang bang bang!"

When Han Sanqian fell to the ground, the jade sword turned with him, and suddenly there was a blank space!

And almost at the same time, more zombies came again.

"Han Sanqian!"

Suddenly, a cold drink sounded in the air, looking around. I saw a monk standing on the city wall at this time.

Accompanied by a black cassock, holding a black staff and holding a black alms bowl in the other hand.

Coupled with the dark clouds behind it, it looks quite weird at this time.

"Amitabha Buddha, goodness is goodness, my Buddha has a saying, the so-called put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, Han Sanqian, you have killed too much, if you continue like this, you will go to the eighteen hells in the future, and you will never be reborn forever." Finished. He pretended to bow slightly, showing his compassion.

With strong anger in his eyes, Han Sanqian looked at him, and kept opening the crowd of zombies in his hands, and shouted coldly: "monk monk, is it your fault?"

"A ghost? Hahahaha, Han Sanqian, there is no way in this world. If there are many people who walk, there will be a way. There are no ghosts in this world. If there are many people who believe, they will naturally be ghosts."

"I use the sound of Purdue to let the world enjoy the Mahayana of Buddhism, so they can understand it through enlightenment. It is self-contained, but you call it a ghost. You are too deep into the devil."

finished. The old monk sighed helplessly, showing regret.

"Turn the whole city into zombies, just you. Are you worthy of the title of monk? Also worthy of my Buddha's mercy?" Han Sanqian said coldly, while moving his hand. JrNovels.com