The zombies controlled by the Soul-Stationing Nail are not considered stale at all compared to the current Thunder Clouds.

Thunder Cloud's eyes were full of gray color, and Thunder Cloud's fingernails also turned into strange black.

If Lei Yun is wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, it is definitely the best copy of the zombies in Lin Zhengying's zombie films.

"How come he becomes like this in a short while? What did he encounter in that wood? Everyone present felt a chill in his heart.

The thunder clouds' jumping power is amazing, with an ups and downs of five or six meters, and in a moment they arrived in front of everyone.

The Black Shrine and the Black Beast God suddenly realized the hostility of Thunder Cloud. Before Zhao Lingjun could issue an order, a black thorn emerged from the ground.

As soon as the thunder cloud jumped into the air, it stretched out its fingers with black nails, and was tightly entangled by a black thorn and dragged back to the ground.

"Ordinary zombies are just several times higher than ordinary people's strength and speed." Lin Yiren stopped and roared and wanted to rush up to smash the thunder cloud into a meat pie. He took a deep breath and looked at the mist-in-the-mountain forest behind the thunder clouds. "But what magic can turn a living person into such a zombie in a moment?

"Someone is coming." Zhao Lingjun was about to talk to Lin Yiren, but heard a slight and intimate sound of footsteps.

"This fellow Taoist is indeed smart and sharp." Accompanied by a burst of laughter, the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe appeared in everyone's sight.

Although I still don’t understand what the blue-robed Taoist is, the cold air coming from the middle-aged Taoist Taoist in the blue-robed robe made Zhao Lingjun and others feel very uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Lin Yiren looked at the thunder clouds that were wrapped in black thorns and couldn't move, staring at the middle-aged Taoist in blue robe with a cold face.

"I am the owner of the white jade box." The middle-aged man in the blue robe with a cold face smiled. "Thank you for helping me save the white jade box for so long, and now you can return it to us."

"Is the white jade box yours?" Zhao Lingjun was more or less surprised.

"That's right." The middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe nodded seriously.

"What did you use to prove that the white jade box is yours?" Lin Yiren didn't believe in this blue-robed Taoist who had a cold air all over his body.

"The white jade box has a rattan-like pattern." said the middle-aged Taoist in blue robe.

"Since you said that the white jade box belongs to you, you must know the way to open it?" Zhao Lingjun looked at the middle-aged Taoist in blue robe with a cold face. "If you know the way to open it, you can tell what is inside. I will return the white jade box to you."

The middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Zhao Lingjun to say so simply. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Hmph." Lin Yiren looked at the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe who was stunned and smiled coldly. "Do you think you just want to say something, the white jade box is mine, and we will give you something? Do you think we are idiots? Even if you can tell what is there, we still have to consider it. But unexpectedly, you didn't even know what was inside, so you came to pretend to be the owner of the white jade box. You really want us to laugh out loud."

A cold smile slowly emerged on the face of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

“So, our relationship has broken down?

"Since you are unwilling to give it to me with both hands, I can only take it from your bodies." The middle-aged man in blue robe looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren coldly and said.

"You're the only one?" Lin Yiren seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Zhao Lingjun has never said anything nonsense. As soon as Lin Yiren finished speaking, countless black thorns surged out of the ground and wrapped around the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe.

A bright lightning also fell from the air and hit the head of the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe.

Zhao Lingjun and Hei Jing Shura have already cooperated very well.

At the beginning, Yufengwan was completely useless by Zhao Lingjun's move.

"All things are prosperous, white bones are blooming, and yin and yang are transformed. The Emperor Taishang is as anxious as the law." When lightning fell on the head of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, a spell that is as rapid as rain appeared in the mouth of the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe.

The snow-white lightning suddenly hit the head of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and a dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the body of the middle-aged man in the blue robe.

Wrapped in the white light, the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe was safe and sound. The black thorns wrapped around him disappeared like snowflakes splashed by rolling soup.

"A spell attack of this level cannot hurt me." The middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren with a sarcastic look.

“Is that so?

Neither Zhao Lingjun nor Lin Yiren can be easily deterred.

The white bone Nether Sword, which was like an eight-sided door panel, suddenly appeared beside Zhao Lingjun, shooting one after another towards the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe. Following Zhao Lingjun's eight white bone Nether Swords was Lin Yiren's latest puppet warrior like a tank, with a black beast god who could break spells.

"Your Taoist power is amazing, but this magic is a little bit bad." The middle-aged man in blue robe smiled, and a cold breath spread out on his body. Even the air around him created a circle of transparent ripples that could be seen in the naked eye.

A white door suddenly appeared in the void in front of the middle-aged Taoist in blue robe.

After opening it, countless white hands stretched out from the door.

The eight white bone Netherworld Swords shot into the door one after another. And when each sword was caught by those white hands, it lost contact with Zhao Lingjun.

When the white door was closed, the eight white bone Nether Swords disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a white vortex suddenly appeared under the feet of the black beast god. After the white vortex, the land under the feet of the black beast god turned into a smooth face like a white gem.

The black beast god ran and roared desperately inside, but ran around and stayed on the white ground less than one meter square.

"How can the middle-level Taoist art like you compare with my ancient magical art?" The middle-aged Taoist in blue robe looked at Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren and smiled, and slowly took out a pale small flag that seemed to flow with cold mist from his arms.

"It's like yours, how can you compare to my ghost soul-summoning banner?" The middle-aged man in blue robe held the white flag in his hand, and countless cold winds whistled by the middle-aged man in blue robe.

"What? What did you say?" Zhao Lingjun and Lin Qianxun, Meng Xue was shocked.

"Why, have you heard of the Hundred Ghosts Soul-Summoning Banner?" The middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe looked at Zhao Lingjun and others with a little surprise, "But you regret it now, it seems that it's too late."

As soon as the middle-aged man in the blue robe finished speaking, the pale little flag in the hand of the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe had turned into a white soul-summoning banner that was more than one person tall.

The entire soul-summoning banner is made of phosphorus and phosphorus bones, and drops of blood, like a living creature, constantly swimming on the bones, looking indescribable.

The entire soul-summoning banner was covered with clouds, and countless extremely shrill sounds seemed to be heard directly in people's minds, just as if countless evil spirits were shouting constantly.

For a moment, everyone changed their faces.

Because everyone discovered that the moment the middle-aged man in the blue robe sacrificed the Hundred Ghosts Soul-Summoning Banner, his hands and feet were suddenly wrapped tightly by something cold and could not move.

"how so."

Zhao Lingjun's soul is experiencing great danger.

"Living souls and undead, enter my flag and listen to my orders"

The middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe looked at Zhao Lingjun and others in shock, smiled proudly, and spit out a string of spells from his mouth.

As soon as the spell of the middle-aged Taoist in the blue robe was released, all the white bones trembled on the white soul-summoning banner, and a white cold light spread out.

Zhao Lingjun only felt that the world in front of him suddenly turned into a white skull that kept smiling at him. The white skull seemed to have an indescribable suction, as if he wanted to pull all his flesh and blood out of him.

Zhao Lingjun knew that the blue-robed Taoist in front of him who had a soul-summoning banner of hundreds of ghosts must have something to do with the senior brother who murdered his master a thousand years ago, but Zhao Lingjun is now cold from the beginning.

Because Zhao Lingjun knew that he would probably become a walking corpse like thunder clouds, without any thoughts.

The suction force on the grim white skull became stronger and stronger, and Zhao Lingjun's consciousness began to blur.

"Bold, dare to plot against me."

Just as Zhao Lingjun was about to lose all his consciousness, Zhao Lingjun suddenly heard a shout from the middle-aged Taoist in blue robe.

The white skull suddenly disappeared and turned into the original world.

The forest was still the same as the forest, but when Zhao Lingjun looked at it, Lin Yiren and others were lying to the ground without any sense, with their faces scattered.

The Taoist robe stroked his chest and had a water stain on his body.

On the ground not far behind the blue-robed Taoist, there was a beautiful woman in long-haired hair, with bright blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, but it was the beautiful woman in blue who Zhao Lingjun saw in the hotel room that day.
Chapter completed!