Chapter 1202 The merits of the Corpse God Cult

At first, every attack they made could make the corpse dragon retreat for more than dozens of meters. But now, their power is gradually unable to shake the corpse dragon.

The first Ning Tianlang's fist was like raindrops, pulling out phantoms in front of him, which looked like he had grown more than one hand.

As for the knife in the second Ning Tianlang's hand, not to mention how fast he swung it out, just from the cloud-like light of the knife in front of him, it was clear how close the connection between his attacks was at this moment.

Roar!

At this moment, the corpse dragon suddenly roared, and the knife stuck in its head suddenly entered the flesh and blood and disappeared completely. The next second, with a "swish" sound, the knife unexpectedly came out of the corpse dragon's mouth. Spit it out!

Before the first Ning Tianlang could react, he was hit in the chest by the knife and flew backwards, vomiting blood.

The red light on the corpse dragon's head became more and more intense. He lowered his head and looked at the second Ning Tianlang. The other person was still waving the knife in his hand. After a while, he jumped up and wanted to jump on top of its head and give it a fatal blow. With one blow, the corpse dragon's head tilted, and Ning Tianlang returned directly to the ground, and subconsciously slashed at the corpse dragon's body with his knife!

Click!

A piece of scale armor shattered and fell from the corpse dragon's body.

Click!

Another knife hit the other side, and a piece of scale armor showed a crack.

"Ah!"

With a low cry, Ning Tianlang thrust forward. This thrust only left a dent on the scales.

He was stunned and couldn't believe it. He suspected that he was dreaming, so he waved the knife in his hand like crazy, and what happened next made him dumbfounded.

Click, click, bang, bang, clang~

The crisp sound of the blade hitting the corpse dragon's scales gradually turned into a dull sound of metal collision.

At this moment, he stopped attacking and looked up blankly, and saw the corpse dragon's big Kazilan eyes looking at him.

Boom!

A giant tail crashed down directly, and a crack of more than 40 meters long appeared in the ground, and the second Ning Tianlang turned into meat on the spot!

All this was seen by the soldiers on the second anti-corps wall. The soil that kept falling into the cracks was like the hope that was gradually disappearing from their hearts.

"The seventh-level Order Guards, are they dead?"

The supreme commander shook his body a few times and looked at the huge corpse dragon. It seemed that it was bigger now than before?

The corpse dragon's body rolled over the miserable farmland and came to the second corpse-proof wall. A suffocating sense of oppression instantly came over. Unconsciously, the soldiers on the wall stopped holding their weapons. Action, the laser rainstorm all over the sky also stopped.

The soldiers looked blankly at the corpse dragon in front of them. Time seemed to have stopped. The air was filled with an aura of despair. Out of the soldiers' control, the Corpse God Cult members returned and faced the corpse dragon. The corpse dragons all bowed down and shouted the word "Corpse God".

But soon, the sounds exhaled by the members of the Corpse God Cult gradually became louder, and stopped after a while. The huge sense of oppression coming from the corpse dragon made them not sure whether they would be affected. The corpse dragon's attack.

At this time, in the endless tide of corpses, a figure jumped out, covered in pus and blood from the zombies. He looked at the corpse dragon in the farmland area, with some surprise on his face.

"Fuck, are you so awesome?"

Song Muyuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his body. At this time, his body was stained with zombie blood. If he didn't look carefully, he would think it was really a zombie.

"It should be almost done, right?"

Standing on tiptoes, Song Muyuan could only see the corpse dragon's raised body, but could not see most of the farmland area of ​​the Yunxia base. So he climbed on top of a fourth-level zombie and headed towards the first corpse-proof wall. Looking inward from the gate, we can see that the farmland there has changed from a pleasant golden yellow to a polluted black.

Moreover, on the other side, swarms of corpses were still wreaking havoc on the intact farmland.

"Okay, okay."

Song Muyuan nodded and silently dispersed his mental consciousness.

The corpse dragon also moved, glanced back, and inadvertently glanced at the place where Song Muyuan was. It could resist Song Muyuan's mental control, but it didn't.

Then, it looked past the soldiers on the second anti-corps wall and looked at the people behind it. In addition to the members of the Corpse God Cult, there were also some ordinary people with gray eyes. Some people even took out their mobile phones. , started recording, preparing to record the last scene before death, so that people who were not present could see that there is still a demonic dragon in this world that can harm one party.

The corpse dragon just swept around in such a circle, and in the next second, it sprayed out two streams of white gas from its nostrils. The soldiers in front of it did not react, and were immediately blown away by these two streams of white gas.

After finishing everything, the corpse dragon turned around, and a powerful spiritual force instantly covered the entire place, and all the zombies shook, and then retreated with the corpse dragon.

At this time, the expressions of the soldiers became particularly exciting, and the residents behind them also looked confused. The members of the Corpse God Cult among them also looked dull.

But soon, the scene of the zombies retreating outside made them crazy, and they seemed to know something.

Is the zombie tide retreating because of them?

The atmosphere solidified briefly, and soon, a member of the Corpse God Cult raised one, with uncontrollable madness on his face.

"Zombie God!" He roared, and this sound was like a domino. As the first domino fell, it would affect all the subsequent dominoes to fall one after another.

The next second, hundreds of people shouted together.

"Corpse God!"

Immediately afterwards, other members of the Corpse God Religion also reacted, raising their hands and shouting loudly: "Corpse God!"

"Corpse God! Corpse God!! Corpse God!"

One after another, the sky was shaken by shouts. Under the shouts of the Corpse God Cult members who almost lost all their senses, the huge and dense tide of corpses outside slowly receded, leaving behind a piece of farmland riddled with holes.

They thought that the zombie tide left because of themselves, and the retreat of the zombie tide should be their fault!

The corpse god they believe in is protecting them!

The soldiers did not stop the members of the Corpse God Cult. A seventh-level corpse dragon was logically invincible. Even if the mysterious organization behind the Yunxia base deployed more order guards, they could not take down this ancient beast. The bloodthirsty nature of zombies should have led the zombie tide to break through the defense of Yunxia Base and enter it to cause massacre. Although Yunxia Base could kill this zombie dragon, it would also have to pay a very heavy price.

But unexpectedly, the corpse dragon retreated. On the surface, it seemed that it was really the work of the Corpse God Cult.