The hinterland of Kunlun Mountains.
A tall zombie several feet long, holding a trident, stood at the junction of the snow-capped mountains and the wasteland. There were countless ghostly faces on the armor, with two rows of fangs bared and howling miserably. Groups of black mist erupted from the fangs, melted into the air and immediately transformed into... Skeleton soldiers rush into the battlefield and fight endlessly.
Zhao Huangshi looked at countless colleagues of different shapes on the ground who transformed into monsters and fought with the skeleton soldiers, densely packed and overwhelming. During the fighting, sand and rocks flew all over the ground, covering the sky and the sun.
"What is that?" The three of them had already presented their Dharma forms and were flying high in the sky. Lin Qin also saw the source of the change, with a solemn expression.
"The ancestor of all zombies, Ying Gou." Pan Mu looked extremely ugly, "Why is he here?"
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