Under the horrified gaze of Hu Ling'er and Hua Long, the black iron rod poked out of the corpse mother's mouth little by little, followed by a hand, then the head, and the body......

The corpse mother's jaw had reached a terrifying width, and her face had been pulled to the point of being almost transparent.

A man with a strong body squeezed out of a petite woman's mouth like this, this feeling is simply weird and terrifying.

At this time, Zhang Cheng's whole body was covered with white mucus, and inky black corpse gas continued to emerge from the dense wounds, looking embarrassed.

After Zhang Cheng came out, the corpse mother no longer struggled and howled, and slowly got up from the ground, her chin was completely dislocated, hanging on her chest and swaying from side to side.

"Roar!" The corpse mother let out a roar of rage, grabbed her chin with her right hand and pulled it hard, and threw it again.

Half of the corpse mother's face was torn off, leaving only the roof of her mouth and a pitch-black quivering tongue, and the inky black corpse gas and colorful liquid came out of her throat, trickled down her neck, and flowed down Chiguo's body to the ground, looking shocking.

"!" Zhang Cheng took a few sips, and after spitting out the fishy stuff in his mouth, he raised his head and glared at the corpse mother.

"You have to pick and choose thorns when you eat fish, even the ghost soldiers dare to swallow them together, do you think you can digest it!"

The corpse mother's eyes were full of endless anger, two red rays of light shot out several feet long, and her hands stretched out towards Zhang Cheng's neck.

"Come back!"

After suffering a loss, Zhang Cheng couldn't eat it a second time, so he hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

Although the corpse mother has no senses, her corpse qi is much deeper than herself, and if she continues to fight hard, she will definitely suffer a loss.

Zhang Cheng also learned to be smart, using martial arts to constantly dodge, and from time to time a stick smashed on the head of the corpse mother.

The corpse mother's head was quickly smashed into an ET shape, and both eye bubbles were almost protruding from their sockets.

The corpse mother roared angrily, waving countless afterimages with her hands, eager to tear the guy in front of her to pieces.

However, at the moment, this cave is very wide, Zhang Cheng is agile and is still at the level of a martial arts master, if he is not willing to fight hard, no matter how hard the corpse mother tries to catch him.

Zhang Cheng was like a swimming fish constantly moving around the corpse mother, and when he seized the opportunity, he went up and knocked on a stick, and the corpse mother quickly dodged when she attacked.

A ghost corpse and a corpse mother circled around the big iron coffin like this, the corpse mother chased from the right, and Zhang Cheng ran to the left.

Relying on the advantage of weapons, Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand to poke the corpse mother, but the corpse mother couldn't catch him.

Even if the corpse mother is the body of a corpse demon, but under the power of the ghost soldiers, the corpse qi is gradually consumed, and soon there are many scars on the body, and the movements gradually slow down.

Although the corpse mother was not sane, her instinct was still there, and after playing hide and seek with Zhang Cheng for a while, she seemed to find that it was not possible to go on like this, so she jumped directly from the iron coffin and fell to Zhang Cheng's heavenly spirit cover with one claw.

Zhang Cheng had long been guarding against this hand, as soon as the corpse mother jumped on the coffin, he kicked to the left side, quickly went around to the other side of the iron coffin, and smashed a stick on the corpse mother's head.

"Whew!" The corpse mother's pitch-black tongue trembled, and she let out an extremely aggrieved roar and suddenly leaned down, lifted the heavy iron coffin, and slammed it into Zhang Cheng.

"it!" Zhang Cheng felt like a car was flying towards him, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged to the side.

"Bang!" The iron coffin, which weighed several tons, smashed into the ground, smashing out a large hole in the granite on the ground.

The corpse mother was already furious, rushed forward and lifted the iron coffin, and smashed it at Zhang Cheng one after another.

Suddenly stones and smoke flew in the cave, and a huge roar filled the entire space, and in the closed cave it was like opening a mountain and firing cannons.

Hua Long hid far away, but his old face turned white and his eardrums were buzzing, and his heart seemed to be about to pop out, he hurriedly recited the mantra twice, and retreated to the iron gate with Hu Ling'er, only to feel a little better.

The battle in front of them was no longer something they could meddle in, and the corpse mother was like a combination of Popeye and the Hulk at this time, using the iron coffin three meters long, one meter and five wide, and weighing several tons as a weapon, and kept swinging and smashing it in her hand.

Even Zhang Cheng didn't dare to take it hard, so he could only hold his head and dodge around, if the two of them were hit, it would definitely turn into a meat pie in an instant.

In this way, Zhang Cheng ran in front with a stick, and the corpse mother chased after him with an iron coffin.

After circling the cave twice, the giant coffin made of pig iron finally couldn't bear it anymore and was smashed into pieces, and the corpse mother threw away the iron coffin and chased Zhang Cheng angrily.

It seemed to be a huge momentum just now, but Zhang Cheng didn't even hurt a single hair, but the corpse mother lost a lot of corpse qi, and now the speed has slowed down slightly.

This is the difference between having intelligence and not having intelligence, although the strength of the corpse mother is stable and Zhang Cheng, but wisdom is sometimes more important than strength, which is why zombies are infinitely powerful and thick-skinned, but they are still regarded as the best target by the spell world.

The corpse mother smashed it around, it was purely an instinctive trend, and it didn't work, but it consumed a lot.

As soon as Zhang Cheng saw the corpse mother's movements slow down, he no longer dodged, and stretched out the mourning stick in his hand and stabbed it directly towards the corpse mother's right eye.

The corpse mother didn't dodge at all, her eyes were directly on the tail of the stick, and a huge force came from the crying stick, pushing Zhang Cheng to keep retreating.

Zhang Cheng snorted angrily, and the corpse qi on his body continued to pour into the body of the stick, and the mourning stick kept trembling, letting out a sharp ghost roar.

"Crying and mourning, one crying and two mourning! Three more to ask for life, kicking legs and breaking intestines! ”

"Break it for me!" Zhang Cheng clamped the tail of the stick with both hands and rubbed it hard, and the mourning stick immediately spun rapidly.

"Poof!" With a bang, the corpse mother's right eye was suddenly shattered by the tail of the stick, and a large cloud of white liquid like paste splashed everywhere, and the stick body quickly drilled into the back of the corpse mother's head.

"Whew!" The corpse mother let out a cry of pain, holding the mourning stick in both hands, trying to pull it out of her head.

But how could Zhang Cheng let it escape easily, with a force of his arms, he picked up the corpse mother's body from the ground, slashed a semicircle in the air, and smashed it to the ground.

"Boom, boom!"

The shadow of the stick kept flickering, and the corpse mother also came into close contact with the granite again and again.

"You just picked it up, huh? Now it's my turn! Zhang Cheng laughed, his eyes full of pride.

Hua Long and Hu Ling'er hid in the distance, watching the corpse mother being beaten back and forth like a grasshopper on a bamboo stick, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"It is worthy of being a fellow cultivator of ghosts and corpses, and even the corpse mother has fallen behind." Hu Ling'er's beautiful eyes flickered, staring at Zhang Cheng's figure without blinking.

Hua Long also nodded thoughtfully, "The iron corpse can deal with the corpse demon, which was unimaginable before, fortunately Zhang Cheng has wisdom, otherwise it will definitely be more terrifying than the corpse mother." ”

Hu Ling'er glanced at him, "If you don't have spiritual intelligence, it means that your soul is scattered, so what kind of ghost corpse practitioner is it, it's just an ordinary zombie." ”

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