The little white fat Taoist rushed at this time and dared to save his companion. He shouted bitterly and turned around and ran away.
Shout-
Knock!
A jump in Zhang Yang was blocked at the entrance of the mountain.
Zhang Yang looks like a zombie soul, but he still belongs to human beings. At that time, he was heartless to kill and eat people, but he also knew that this little Taoist must not be allowed to escape at this time.
Otherwise, he will be in big trouble when he leads his companions again.
Ah-
The little Taoist priest got a fright, stumbled and fell to the ground, and stepped back quickly with his feet on the ground.
Reaching out and just holding it in the middle of the cave, the treasure was like finding the backbone, and immediately came to the courage.
Going!
The little white fat Taoist rushed and took out a washbasin-sized box from the treasure, lifted the lid and held it in his hands. His hands were shaking and he said, "You … you don’t come here! This ….. This is black dog blood to restrain zombies! Come here again … I … I’ll splash you! "
Show is also a bully.
But when I saw the basin of black dog blood, Zhang Yang had a faint fear
This is purely a subconscious from the depths of the soul.
"Lie trough! Can black dog blood really hurt me? Or is it a conditioned reflex? Can a pot of black dog blood do harm to such a strong body of zombies? "
Zhang Yang cursed with some uncertainty in his heart. He read several shadow novels before crossing. It seems that black dog blood is to restrain zombies.
But from the bottom of his heart, he really didn’t want to be so powerful that he would be restrained by a pot of black dog blood.
Whoo!
Zhang Yang growled eke out a tooth at that time some make up our minds.
His hesitation then added courage to the other side.
"You … hurry back or else … or I’ll really splash you!"
Rush and said his feet while moving sideways turned out to be trying to escape around.
"Mahler next door! The old soul is not a zombie. It’s just a pot of black dog blood. It’s okay to scare real zombies. If you don’t believe it, you can really stand being old! "
Cruel and cruel, Zhang Yang decided to take a risk.
Knock!
Knock!
Zhang Yang’s legs were not bent at all, and he jumped at the little white fat Taoist with small steps.
Every landing body thumped to the ground and "thumped" sounded as if it were knocking at the heart and heart.
The little Taoist priest rushed and finally collapsed, closed his eyes and shouted that it was inevitable to spill a pot of dog blood in his hand all over the sky.
Zizizi-
As soon as the dog’s blood touched Zhang Yang’s body, it immediately gave off a burst of corrosive sound and a burst of burnt smell. The clothes were rotten for several small holes, and even the sallow cuticle like armor was eroded
Ow-
Zhang Yang roared with pain.
Lie in the trough!
So awesome that the zombie body can really be restrained by black dog blood?
When the little white fat Taoist priest saw it, he didn’t get rid of the magic and defend the road. He was determined to escape from Zhang Yang.
Whoo!
Zhang Yang roared a clap.
Bang!
Rush and immediately got a scream and fell to the ground, struggling to get up again.
Zhang Yang was stimulated by black dog’s blood, and this shot was extremely heavy. The strength of the first-class zombie was displayed, and a mortal could not stand it!
Just when Zhang’s general trend was set, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual force behind his coffin.
