Judging from their movements, some of these undead were sitting inside the house as if eating, some were lying on the bed, and some were doing business outside the house. They were doing all kinds of things, but at this moment, their eyes were all focused on Zhou Zhilu and his group.
Zhou Zhilu then understood why Emperor Wu and the others had been bursting with momentum. It turned out that they were trying to stop these undead spirits from moving forward!
When everyone crossed the street and came to the center of the city, a huge triangular tower appeared before their eyes, like a pale pyramid.
At this moment, the key that was originally in Zhou Zhilu's pocket suddenly floated in the air, emitting a faint light and pointing to the top of the triangular tower. There was a pavilion there, and a faint white light suddenly emitted from it.
"The key should be there!" Emperor Wu said excitedly, but when he was about to fly to get it, something strange happened.
All of the undead in the city suddenly screamed in unison. The strong fluctuations of death energy allowed everyone to vaguely see the existence of these undead even without using talismans.
And above the top of the tower, a black beam of light suddenly rose up, and a huge undead with a body several meters tall was seen floating above the top of the tower.
Its body is quite solid, and its appearance is different from that of ordinary undead. There are countless black dotted lines draped behind its head, like long hair, and on top of its head, it wears something like a crown.
The battle was about to break out. The moment the undead appeared, it opened its huge hands and slapped everyone. Even Zhou Zhilu, who was at the eighth level, was frightened by its momentum.
"Retreat!" Emperor Wu shouted loudly, asking Zhou Zhilu and other teams to retreat, but he resolutely drew his sword and soared into the sky, accompanied by those strange old men.
At this moment, the undead in the entire city began to riot, and the shrill high-frequency screams hit everyone's eardrums like chisels.
The rest of the people could only huddle together and form a group to resist the undead around them.
Zhou Zhilu drew out his two swords, and a huge armored warrior appeared behind him. The left half of his armor was burning with flames, while the right half was covered with ice.
"Hold on! As long as we wait for Emperor Wu to defeat that giant undead, these will not be a problem!" The right prime minister floated in the air, and the statue of the saint appeared behind him, shouting loudly.
However, just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang. Everyone looked over and saw the Martial Emperor, looking very embarrassed, crawling out from the ruins. He coughed a few times and said awkwardly, "Mistake."
After saying that, he flew up again.
Above the ruins of the city, the saint statue of the right prime minister waved his hand and a dazzling holy white light instantly melted away many undead souls. Fusu's thunder magic and Huike's Buddhist teachings followed closely behind.
But these undead spirits are endless, and some of them are huge and quite powerful.
However, after several attacks, Zhou Zhilu felt that martial arts were useless against these undead spirits, and had no choice but to summon his own saint statue.
Although he has been studying the sacred teachings, it is difficult for him to reach a higher level because of the existence of the Right Prime Minister.
However, just as Zhou Zhilu's saintly statue appeared, the huge undead on Emperor Wu's side suddenly froze in place.
The Martial Emperor's long sword fell from the sky and instantly pierced into the shoulder of the giant undead, but the undead remained motionless, staring at Zhou Zhilu's direction.
Just when the Martial Emperor was puzzled, the huge undead suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Father...Father God...Father God..."
The sound of the huge undead spread throughout the city. Everyone was shocked to find that all the undead around them had stopped moving, all looked towards Zhou Zhilu, and then knelt on the ground, with whimpering sounds echoing all around.
Suddenly, the huge undead spirit floated towards Zhou Zhilu. Emperor Wu used his hands to block its advance, and his feet left deep marks on the ground, but he could not stop the undead spirit at all.
"Wait a minute, Emperor Wu! It seems... to have no ill intentions?" The Right Prime Minister suddenly stopped him.
Emperor Wu looked at the huge undead in front of him in surprise, and gave way half-believingly and half-doubtingly.
The people around him slowly dispersed, leaving Zhou Zhilu alone standing there with a complicated expression. Fusu beside him asked anxiously, "What's going on? Why did it have to come to you?"
Zhou Zhilu understood the reason in an instant. The image of the saint revealed by the sacred learning was essentially a projection of the soul, and deep in his soul there were still traces of his previous life. These undead must have sensed these traces and regarded him as the Father God.
"You step aside first. Don't worry, I should be fine." Zhou Zhilu comforted Fusu and others.
A huge black undead floated in front of Zhou Zhilu and stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, black mist rose from his body.
Fusu, Huike and others on the side were about to take action when they saw this, but were stopped by the right prime minister: "Don't move, it's not attacking, wait and see!"
The thick black fog covered the body of the undead, and then gradually dissipated, but the huge black body disappeared without a trace. What appeared before the eyes was a dignified and beautiful holy woman wearing luxurious silver armor, and her skirt fluttered in the wind.
The silver skin looked a little strange, his arms and limbs were crossed in front of his chest, his fingers intertwined, forming complicated hand seals.
His eyes opened, and his dark red pupils stared at Zhou Zhilu.
"Father God...is that you?" The other person's voice had a hint of magnetism and was filled with excitement.
Zhou Zhilu, who was so close, could clearly feel the other party's strength. He swallowed and said slowly: "I... am not him."
The undead spirit looked puzzled. She looked at the statue of the saint behind Zhou Zhilu and said, "How is this possible? I can clearly sense that this is the spirit of the Father God! Could it be... Could it be that the Father God is angry? Blaming us for not being able to protect you and the Creation Machine..."
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