Chapter 1409

"elder Jiang, what are you rushing to run for? We haven't talked enough!"

The two undead Dharma saints giggled again.

Ginger soup does not answer, a bite teeth, and run forward.

"Don't bother. We have been preparing for so many years to develop a poison against you saints."

"You can't run a kilometer."

High undead Dharma.

They looked at the ginger soup that ran away in confusion, and did not go to catch up with them, but followed in a leisurely manner.

"Big brother, do you remember when we were

High undead Dharma.

"Of course, I remember that! At the beginning, we were forced to flee like dogs

"If we rob our family's property, we must kill it."

"The God of darkness is so open-minded that we can escape to the mass burial mound and inherit the descendants of the dead!"

The short dead Dharma Saint sighed.

300 meters, 400 meters 800 meters

Ginger soup's eyes have been blurred, fighting spirit is only 10%.

The body fell askew from the air.

He ran for more than 100 meters.

I don't have any strength. I can't run.

Jiang Tang's heart is in despair.

But just then, a familiar figure appeared in his blurred eyes.

It seems that It's like Zhang Xing?

Not likely. According to the distance, he should have just walked out of the desert.

Oh! The strong hope in my heart made me hallucinate.

Shake a head, how the illusion in the eye still exists?

Try to open your eyes, yes, it's the phantom of Zhang Xing.

What's more, how can this illusion become clearer and clearer?

"Zhang Sheng? Is that you? "

He murmured feebly in his mouth.

"Yes, it's me, Jiang Sheng. Why are you poisoned after two months?"

Hearing a familiar voice in his ears, ginger soup froze. Jiutao's Novels www.9txs.com

This is not an illusion, Zhang Xing is not an illusion?

If it's an illusion, it's impossible to have such a clear conversation with him.

In the confusion, I felt my body was held by someone, and a pill went into my mouth.

A moment later, the mind returned to his mind, his eyes opened, and he saw the man in front of him.

Who else is not Zhang Xing?

My heart is full of joy.

"Zhang Sheng..."

Just said two words, full of bitterness, perhaps because of excitement, perhaps moved.

Sobbing, I can't say any more

the grace of saving lives twice!

Zhang Sheng's mind made him deeply admire.

Now, he understood why Zhang Xing didn't kill a saint.

It was not that he was afraid of the power behind these people, but that he was concerned about the world, and had expected this day to come.

"They are the dead Dharma saints, and they are with the man in the desert!"

"The central continent and the South have changed. The zombies are attacking the first line of defense of the holy capital!"

Jiang Tang didn't look back, he believed Zhang Xing could understand.

The two undead Dharma saints are a little strange. How could ginger soup, which was about to be captured by them, suddenly has strength.

But I don't care if I'm a young man.

They came slowly.

"Elder Jiang, have you met any acquaintances? The younger generation of the family? "

High undead Dharma.

"Don't you want to know why I'm going?"

Ginger soup recovered three points of strength, turned to cold.

"Gaga! Don't tell me this is the young man. "

Short Dharma.

"Yes, I'm here to invite Zhang Sheng. As long as he is there, your army of the dead is a pile of bones."

"As long as Zhang Sheng waves his hand, you undead Dharma saints will become his slaves!"

Ginger soup is so confident in Zhang Xing.

But the two undead Dharma saints scoffed.