Chapter 800 805. Purification Messenger
After walking out for a long time, Qiao Ziyi was still in a low mood. Han Yixiao understood his mood but did not try to persuade him.
This time, the few of them traveled in simple clothes and went into battle lightly. They killed the zombies when they encountered them. They didn't need to consider anything and didn't need to worry about anything. They transformed themselves into messengers to purify the zombies, cutting through all obstacles along the way and being invincible.
Ever since the last time he killed Tian Daozi in the Qingtian Palace and almost caused the collapse of his domain magic power, Han Yixiao discovered that his domain magic power had reached a higher level. He would not overdraw his supernatural power after using it once, and still have enough energy to use it a second time. This discovery gave him a great boost of confidence.
That night, several people lived in the magic house released by Xiao Qiaoqiao. Tian Yuanyuan, as the only girl accompanying them, took the initiative to take on the task of cooking. The other four were too tired to move because of their desperate efforts to kill zombies during the day. Even Xiao Qiaoqiao was picked out by Han Yixiao to assist and became a small purification messenger.
"Boss, I seem to have seen a black sword today."
Jian Cheng'an was lying there in a daze, and suddenly a memory flashed through his mind of him being ambushed by a wind-type zombie. At the critical moment, a black sword seemed to flash by and cut off the head of the wind-type zombie.
"Black Sword?"
Han Yixiao opened his tired eyes and turned to look over.
Chen Yang and Qiao Ziyi also looked over.
Jian Cheng'an nodded affirmatively.
"It is indeed a black sword."
"Could it be the one that Walter White and the others found in the tomb?"
Han Yixiao frowned.
"It must be that sword, otherwise it wouldn't have saved me."
Jian Chengan thought about it and said.
"Didn't Lao Bai say that the sword was going to look for the spirit stone? How did it appear here?"
Qiao Ziyi was very curious about the sword spirit they were talking about. If it really appeared here, he might meet it again.
"Could there be a spiritual vein nearby?"
Chen Yang guessed so.
The appearance of the sword spirit caused both curiosity and worry for the few people who had never seen it. It was said that the sword spirit was moody, and if they accidentally provoked it, although they had a chance of winning in a five-to-one fight, there would also be casualties.
So Han Yixiao began to give instructions.
"If you run into it again, don't get into a fight with it. Lao Bai isn't here. If you provoke it, there's a chance they might fight."
Jian Cheng'an thought of the scene where the sword spirit saved him in broad daylight, and couldn't help but retort.
"Boss, I don't think the sword spirit has any ill will towards us."
"Whether it has malicious intent or not, we shouldn't provoke it."
Han Yixiao insisted.
Several people nodded.
The night passed peacefully. After daybreak, the six-man team, having rested, packed up the magic house and started fighting again.
It turned out that since Han Yixiao discovered that the magic house had both defensive and offensive capabilities, he no longer bothered to find a place to set up camp. Instead, he simply waited until everyone was tired of killing, and then let Xiao Qiaoqiao release the magic house to rest on the spot.
In this way, we can use the power of the Law House to eliminate some zombies and save a lot of energy.
Last night, they released the magic house directly into the pile of zombies. Therefore, as soon as the magic house was taken back, countless high-level zombies swarmed in and surrounded the six people tightly.
Xiao Qiaoqiao leaned in Han Yixiao's arms, sitting on a modified waist stool, and kept stabbing and throwing the lightning power in her hand at the group of zombies. Her fair and tender face was tense, and there was no fear in her eyes.
Han Yixiao, Qiao Ziyi, Chen Yang, and Jian Chengan surrounded Tian Yuanyuan. The six kinds of superpowers collided with the high-level zombies in succession, causing violent sparks to burst out.
I don’t know if it’s the high fever that damaged my brain, but no matter how I write, it feels wrong. I always feel that what I write doesn’t taste right. It is far from the state of writing before the high fever!
(End of this chapter)
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