Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 125: Can Chang Yuchun’s Tiger-Catching Sword be used like this?
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Blood shot up into the sky, as if hell had descended.

The whole world was dyed bloody.

A ray of blood shot up into the sky. It was not just a change of color, but more like the most primitive power between heaven and earth erupting at this moment.

The light began to spread from the ground, first flickering gently and almost invisible, and then spreading rapidly like a ignited flame.

As it rose higher, a faint smell of rust filled the air, which was the unique scent of blood.

Everything around seemed to be shocked by this sudden change, and even time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The trees stopped swaying, the birds stopped singing, all sounds were swallowed up by the powerful energy, leaving only silence.

But this silence did not last long, and it was followed by a series of deafening roars - as if the sky was crying for this scene, and thunder rolled in.

When the blood light reached its highest point, it suddenly paused, and then suddenly spread out in all directions, forming a huge circular ripple, like a beating heart.

Changes happen suddenly.

The flow of blood suddenly became rhythmic, as if guided by some invisible force.

It is no longer a simple diffusion, but begins to condense and rotate, gradually forming a clear outline.

The outline became more and more obvious, and finally turned into a huge flesh dragon.

This flesh dragon's entire body is made of blood, its scales sparkle with a deep red luster, and its eyes are like two burning rubies, revealing endless majesty and power.

As the meat dragon formed, the air around it seemed to become heavy, and a feeling of oppression made it almost impossible to breathe.

The flesh dragon moved slowly, each step accompanied by a thunderous roar. Its body cast a long shadow in the sun, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

At this moment, the meat dragon suddenly accelerated and rushed in one direction.

In that direction, there stood a thin man with red eyes, echoing the blood dragon from a distance.

He is Chang Cheng.

With the help of Zhu Li, the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse was once again activated.

This time, the activation of the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse became even more powerful and more ferocious than the first time.

This is the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse.

The magic of immortals is wonderful. The more energy they have, the greater their power will be. As for the upper limit.
The energy that can be used is its upper limit.

Seeing the meat dragon rushing towards him, Chang Cheng closed his eyes.

The meat dragon pierced his back without any hesitation.

During this process, one could clearly see blood flowing along Chang Cheng's body, like a river finding an outlet and enveloping him entirely.

His body began to tremble, his muscles tensed, and veins bulged. It was obvious that he was enduring unimaginable pain.

But he clenched his teeth and did not make any sound. He just stood there quietly, allowing the power of the blood dragon to penetrate his whole body.

As time passed, the blood gradually dissipated, but deep red marks were left on Chang Cheng's body, as if he had been branded by some mysterious power.

When he opened his eyes again, those eyes that were originally as red as blood were now flashing with a strange light, as if they had been reborn.

"This kind of power is really fascinating!"

Chang Cheng looked at his palms and muttered to himself.

His skin became like the scales of a blood dragon, glowing with a deep red luster.

The red eyes became even deeper, like two burning rubies, revealing an otherworldly majesty.

There seemed to be endless power in his eyes, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Chang Cheng's muscles became stronger and more powerful, with smoother lines, as if every muscle contained explosive power.

His body seemed to be reshaped, becoming more flawless, with every detail full of strength and beauty.

This is a qualitative change.

Chang Cheng felt an unprecedented power surging in his body.

He felt as if he was one with the world and could sense everything around him, even the slightest sound of the wind and the trembling of grass leaves.

His thinking became clearer and his reaction speed greatly improved.

This kind of power is not only physical strength, but also a spiritual sublimation.

He felt that under the operation of the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique, he seemed to have transcended the realm of mortals and become a true god.

His telekinesis can be extended indefinitely, allowing him to manipulate natural elements at will.

Zhu Li looked at Chang Cheng floating in the air.

“It’s still not enough.”

Tang Mi said softly: "There is no other way, this is already the limit."

The limit here refers to Chang Cheng's physical limit.

He is not Zhu Li. Accepting such a huge power is the result of more than 600 years of accumulation.

"What a pity." Zhu Li shook his head.

"It's enough to complete the task." Tang Mi smiled.

"That's true."

In the vast space, satellites are quietly revolving around the earth.

It has the flag of the United States printed on it.

The satellite's outer shell is made of special alloy material and has been precisely processed and polished. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sun's rays.

Under the sunlight, it sparkles with dazzling brilliance, like a pearl in space.

The satellite is in the shape of a standard cylinder with slightly tapered ends, smooth and elegant lines, demonstrating the exquisite craftsmanship of modern technology.

This is a satellite of the United States.

In the 21st century, the importance of satellites is self-evident.

But something unexpected happened.

A huge fingerprint suddenly appeared on the surface of the satellite.

The fingerprint was deeply sunken into the metal, as if an invisible giant hand was tightly grasping the satellite.

As this force continued to act, the satellite began to vibrate violently, and the internal circuits and equipment were seriously disturbed.

The shapes of the fingerprints are clearly discernible, and the lines of each fingerprint are deeply imprinted on the outer shell of the satellite, as if it were a carefully crafted work by a sculptor of nature.

The metal surface was twisted and deformed due to the huge pressure, forming a deep pit, and radial cracks appeared around it, like a broken spider web.

These cracks spread rapidly throughout the satellite's structure, exposing its interior to the harsh environment of outer space.

The circuit boards and wires inside the satellite loosened or even broke due to the violent vibrations, causing sparks and arcs.

Some precision instruments and sensors malfunctioned due to the strong impact and issued sharp alarms.

The originally stable data flow became chaotic.

As time went on, the satellite's condition got worse.

Its structure has been severely deformed and many important components have been damaged.

Then, the invisible giant hands seemed to become even more angry, and they began to drag the satellite hard, trying to pull it out of orbit.

The satellite seemed so small and helpless in the face of this huge force. Its body was twisted beyond recognition and the coating on its surface began to peel off, revealing the cold metal underneath.

As time went on, the satellite's condition got worse.

Its structure has been severely deformed and many important components have been damaged.

Finally, with a loud bang, the satellite instantly turned into a piece of scrap metal and was thrown far away from its original orbit.

This piece of scrap metal floats in space, losing all its function and meaning, becoming a ruin in the universe.

If someone were to look down at the Earth, they would be able to see the culprit raising his hands high and pinching towards space.

It’s Chang Cheng.

He activated the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse just to destroy the United States' satellite.

Of course, it’s not without cost.

This is not Chang Cheng’s power.

Finish this.

Chang Cheng's face turned pale as paper in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from his body.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, slowly slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground, making a slight "tick-tick" sound.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and every breath seemed to be struggling to get the last bit of oxygen in the air.

At this moment, the bloody flesh dragon behind Chang Cheng also underwent an astonishing change.

The originally lively and moving flesh and blood dried up in an instant, and the color changed from bright red to dark red, and then to grayish white, and finally turned into a pile of shriveled, lifeless skin, tightly attached to his back.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the meat dragon, like land that had been dry for a long time.

The energy has been exhausted.

Chang Cheng's figure suddenly flashed, so fast that it was almost invisible.

The next second, he arrived at a dojo.

In the center of the dojo, there is a blood pool made of stones. The water in the pool is deep red and emits a faint smell of rust.

Chang Cheng didn't hesitate at all, and without even taking off his clothes, he jumped directly into the pool of blood.

Blood splashed with a loud "plop" sound, and the red liquid overflowed, staining the surrounding ground red.

As soon as his body entered the blood pool, wisps of white smoke began to emerge, which was a reaction of extreme cold and heat.

The liquid in the pool of blood seemed to have life, flowing slowly, wrapping around every inch of Chang Cheng's skin and penetrating into his pores.

Chang Cheng closed his eyes tightly, frowning, obviously enduring great pain. His muscles began to relax under the soaking of blood, and the paleness on his face was gradually replaced by an abnormal blush.

The liquid in the pool of blood seemed to have some strange power, which was slowly repairing his damaged body while also changing his physique.

After a long time, Chang Chengcai suddenly opened his eyes, and his red eyes finally had some brilliance.

“It’s really dangerous!”

The Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse is like the mandragora flower at the end of hell. Even though you know that getting close to it will send you to the gates of hell, you just can't help it.

So charming.

So tempting.

That kind of amazing power that does not belong to you will become more and more addictive the more you use it.

My grandfather Chang Yuchun never dreamed that the Tiger-Catching Sword could be used in this way.

At the same time, the satellite was destroyed.

Mark hurriedly pulled out the satellite phone from his backpack, a rugged device designed for extreme environments.

His movements seemed a little flustered and his fingers were shaking slightly, obviously due to nervousness and anxiety.

The surface of the phone was covered with fine grains of sand and dirt.

It can still be used after being soaked in a tsunami. It was specially created for doomsday.

Mark pressed the power button, and the indicator light on the screen began to flash, emitting a faint blue light.

He stared at the screen, waiting for the signal to be connected.

However, after a few seconds, the screen still showed the words "Searching for signal". Mark frowned, and a bad feeling surged in his heart.

He tried again, pressing the call button harder this time.

The phone made a beeping dial tone, but soon turned into dead silence.

Mark waited anxiously, and every second seemed to be stretched.

He looked up at the sky, hoping to find a trace of a satellite, but there was only gray clouds and endless silence.

As time passed, Mark felt more and more depressed.

He began to suspect that there was something wrong with the equipment, so he checked every port and button again and again.

The phone's casing has some scratches and scuffs, but they aren't enough to affect its functionality.

Mark tried several more times, and each time the result was the same: the call could not be connected.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the phone in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

The man on the same life raft asked, "What's wrong?"

"The satellite can't connect." Mark swallowed.

"The instrument is broken?" The man's eyebrows twitched wildly.

Mark shook his head. It was impossible. There was absolutely no way that there was something wrong with the instrument.

He bought this thing at a high price.

It can be used even in the deep sea.

But now there is no way to use it.
There is only one possibility.

When this thought came to Mark, he was startled and his calves were shaking.

The satellite in the sky is broken.

Mark plopped into the life raft.

The others rushed over to meet him.

"what happened?"

What force can destroy satellites in the sky?

Is it a war between major powers?

Impossible, there was no sign at all.

Isn't this nonsense?

Mark wiped his face and said tremblingly in an almost desperate tone:

"It's over."

Combined with the strange jellyfish on the faces of the corpses during the tsunami, there is only one explanation.

Mysterious forces are at work.

God wants to destroy America.

Space Agency.

In the modern control room, the large screen on the wall displays various real-time data from the earth and space.

Several staff members were busy working at their respective workstations, and the atmosphere was tense and serious.

One of the young technicians, named Jack, suddenly looked up from his computer with a look of disbelief on his face.

He quickly stood up and walked towards a middle-aged man in the center of the control room. This man was James, the director of the Space Agency.

"Director," Jack's voice was trembling, "our Maine satellite just lost all signals and is completely out of contact."

Director James was looking down at a report in his hand. Hearing this, he suddenly raised his head and frowned: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Yes, Chief," Jack repeated, "that satellite in Maine, we just lost its signal, and all attempts to communicate have failed."

The director's face turned pale instantly. He quickly walked to his desk, picked up the phone and tried to contact the relevant department in person.

"How can this be?"

“We’ve checked every possible cause,” another technician chimed in, explaining, “and there’s nothing to indicate equipment failure or outside interference. It’s like it just vanished.”

The director's expression changed.

The matter is urgent, report it first.

That’s what modern times are like today.

Once the network cable is unplugged, the city will seem to have disappeared from the earth.

Because you can't get information from them at all, and the people inside can't spread the information out.

Therefore, people outside have no idea what is happening in Maine right now.

Of course, there are other special means.

At this time, the Federal Office.

Chuan Langte sat behind a huge desk, his face livid and his eyes flashing with anger.

He clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the table, making a deafening sound.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Sir, please take a look at this." The secretary said cautiously, handing the tablet to Chuan Langte.

A video was playing on the screen, showing a small town in Maine, where a group of strange, slow-moving creatures appeared on the street.

Their bodies are twisted and deformed, their skin is an unnatural grayish-white, their eyes are lifeless, and their faces are covered with all sorts of jellyfish and starfish.

These creatures are attacking the survivors on the life raft. The scene is extremely chaotic and terrifying.

"Is this a zombie?" Chuan Langte's voice trembled a little. He couldn't believe his eyes.

This kind of scene that only appears in movies actually happened?
"Where is the person in charge of Behemoth?"

"Hurry up and let them deal with it!" Chuan Langte ordered loudly, "Send out the superhero team to suppress it! I want to solve this problem as soon as possible and can't let this situation continue to spread!"

In the beautiful country.

The name for the extraordinary people is generally called the Super Hero Team.

Those aliens who are summoned to peace will be recruited by Behemoth, and they will be given special uniforms, similar to the combat tights that appear in Marvel.

"There are still troops. Mobilize them immediately to suppress the rebellion."

Behemoth Headquarters.

Beavis had a head full of white hair and a gloomy face.

He is Ron Keller's father and an old director, and his status in Behemoth is higher than Ron Keller.

The son is dead.

Naturally I have to come out and take revenge.

He was holding a tablet on which a man with a distorted face was showing off his power.

"Beavis, I know your old dog can see this video."

"I'm a hyena, I don't know if you can recognize me."

"You should know me"

The hyena's body was covered in blood, and its huge body was twisting wildly, not like a normal human at all.

Beavis knew it too.

"Beavis, do you know how despairing it was to see your son die in my hands?"

In the video, the hyena grabbed its throat, rolled its eyes, kept moving backwards, and shook its body crazily.

"Your son probably had this expression at the time."

"boom!"

Beavis couldn't bear to watch it anymore and threw the tablet out.

"Behemoth's dog actually dared to bite its master?" Beavis' veins popped out and his eyes were red.

(End of this chapter)