"Based on the current information, the bad commander has nothing to do with the first emperor. If the first emperor seizes the bad commander, the Tang Dynasty may not be the world of the Li family. With the style of the emperor through the ages, it is not difficult to change Tang to Qin, unless He doesn't want to be the emperor himself, and he may be developing obscenely."

While thinking about it, there was a sudden loud and sharp scream from the building in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the latticed door of the exquisite two-storey building burst open, and the disheveled men and disheveled women escaped scrambling and crawling.

They looked terrified, screamed, and ran for their lives in a panic, as if there were ghosts chasing after them. Some men didn't even wear clothes, holding a long robe to cover their chests, and rushed out shaking their white buttocks.

The one who runs away is called time flies.

The three of Zhang Yuanqing rushed over immediately, and at the same time, a large number of armored soldiers came after hearing the sound.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and entered the small building using the escapism technique. The hall was in a mess. On the two-way stairs covered with expensive carpets, there was a female zombie with blue face and fangs. She threw a guest down, bit the carotid artery, and swallowed heavily blood.

Another dominator-level corpse.

On the day when the gate of ghosts was opened, Yinwu quietly sneaked into all parts of Chang'an. Pingkangfang, as a place where high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered, and where the defenses were relatively weak, seemed to be targeted by the ghost king Zong.

Sensing the breath of a living person, the infernal corpse raised its fangs protruding face, supported it with both hands, and with the sound of heavy wind, it bounced upright, like a giant flea.

Zhang Yuanqing had no intention of fighting the Yin Corpse. With the strength of the Dominator-level Yin Corpse, he might be able to push him to the ground in one round and output crazily.

He retreated again and again, took out the crouching pestle bestowed by his empress, pushed it with a strong wind, and shot it at the corpse.

As if feeling threatened, the Yin Corpse flying in the air defied the laws of physics and avoided the oncoming crouching pestle.

"Duh!"

The magic pestle was nailed into the stairs.

After the Yin Corpse landed on the ground, it bounced up again, snapping at it with lightning speed.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers, turned into starlight and escaped, appearing beside the corridor.

The Yin Corpse flew away, turned its gaze to the outside of the gate, and stared at the fleeing guests.

Zhang Yuanqing hastily took out the Yata Mirror, duplicated a clone, then waved his blue-gloved hand quickly, sweeping out a wind blade, the wind blade that cut iron like mud chopped on the back of the corpse's head, and with a ding sound, only cut off A tuft of haggard black hair.

Even if it is a dominator-level yin corpse, it can't escape the characteristics of low spiritual intelligence. After being attacked, it immediately twists around fiercely, breathing out foul-smelling corpse gas, and bouncing back.

"Tsk tsk, I'm going to be cannon fodder again. I am dignified Yuanshi Tianzun, I can't bear this grievance." The clone had a fucking expression on his face, and was thrown down by the Yin corpse, and his neck was bitten.

But at this time, the main body was invisible, pulled out the crouching rod, touched the back of the corpse, and stabbed towards the back of the heart.

A round of blazing golden light exploded, covering the bright candle flames, before the corpse even had time to resist, the flesh and blood melted in the golden light, turning into a pile of white bones scattered.

For Zhang Yuanqing, who has a deadly weapon in his hand, it is not at all difficult to deal with a low-IQ ghost.

"Damn it, is the dominator-level Yin Corpse so strong? I feel like being thrown down by a tiger. That terrifying power cannot be countered by manpower."

The avatar whose neck was bitten off held his breath and complained intermittently.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at him, "I have good news for you. When we reach the Domination Realm, we will have melee capabilities comparable to the ancient gods of war. With the power of the five elements in one body, we can only suppress it."

The avatar smiled, "Sure enough, it's good news. I look forward to having the ability to fight hand-to-hand in seconds when I play at the end of the year." JrNovels.com