Facing the corpse puppet pushed by Meng Yi, the ascetic monk did not show any fear.
A puppet is just a corpse after all, and the corpse manipulation skills of a ninth-level necromancer do not have the ability to manipulate a corpse puppet.
What's more, this corpse puppet was severely damaged, and its abdomen was filled with frozen soil.
The thorny iron net on his body flexibly wrapped around the corpse puppet and tightened it. He wanted to dismember this "former companion".
Seeing this, the followers of the Lady of Pain brandished their bone whips. She wanted to intercept the uninvited three-headed alien first.
Cen Qiyun made the same choice. She quickly reloaded the bullet and took a potion to increase her hit rate. The three balls of flesh had no heads!
Then he raised his gun and fired three shots at the three alien creatures.
boom--
The corpse puppet bomb exploded!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere...
The ascetic monk was thrown away, with wounds all over his chest and abdomen.
The follower of the Lady of Pain was also caught off guard. She turned sideways towards Meng Yi and was thrown away.
At the wounds of the two men, thin threads of blood and flesh were desperately trying to drill into their bodies.
Both of them had expressions of disbelief.
"Spellweaver?"
"Who are you?"
Fireballs started bombarding the two of them one after another...
With a loud rumble, flames scattered everywhere.
This made the three aliens even more excited.
The meatballs had already responded when Cen Qiyun opened fire. They spread out like flowing water and pounced on the three people closest to them.
Meng Yi, an ascetic monk, and a follower of the Lady of Pain.
"snort!"
Facing the butcher rushing towards him, Meng Yi suddenly thrust out the long sword beneath his flesh and blood, hitting the opponent's vital point in the center of his body.
In other words, the vital parts of this deformable alien can move freely.
The sudden sword tip pierced the alien body accurately, and flames suddenly ignited, making a sizzling sound of barbecue.
This made the alien body scream strangely, and four or five tentacles stretched out from its body to slap Meng Yi.
The zombies are holding on!
Then...fly and chop!
Give it another fireball.
Cen Qiyun fired three shots in a row while running towards here.
The unlucky alien picked the strongest opponent here.
And he was attacked by two divine beings at the same time.
Its tentacles only slapped Meng Yi's shoulder, causing it to swell. However, as it was blasted away by the fireball, Meng Yi grabbed its tentacles with his backhand.
Swing it around and smash it!
Smash the protruding spikes on the ground!
Three times back and forth!
The meat ball splattered into a pulp all over the ground.
Then Meng Yi turned to the two divine beings who were still struggling with the meat ball.
The power of grace that comes to your doorstep cannot be killed by an alien.
and.
These are two dead corpse bombs!
Cen Qiyun's bullets were empty again, and she was still frantically reloading. Meng Yi was already holding a long sword and rushing towards the two people who were lying on the ground and unable to get up.
They were struggling with the alien creature that pounced on them.
The iron wire on the ascetic's body wrapped around the alien body while penetrating into his own body. He wanted to pick out the flesh threads that had penetrated into his body.
The Lady of Pain's followers cried out, "Help me!"
"Get lost! Leave me alone, useless woman!"
The ascetic monk used the wire to throw the alien body away. The most urgent thing was to escape. He had already seen Meng Yi's figure out of the corner of his eye.
He jumped up, but his head suddenly flew into the sky!
Why so fast?
As his head flew up, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Meng Yi stretched out a long, thin piece of flesh and blood, wrapping the hilt of the sword.
He swung his sword from several steps away and cut off the opponent's head.
In the hand of the ascetic monk, he held a small round frisbee. This was his trump card, which he did not have time to take out.
The follower of the Lady of Pain has not yet stood up. She looks much weaker than the ascetic.
Can this be called a "㹏人"?
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