The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 11: 011 Breaking the seal

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The sudden sound spread throughout the entire ancient tomb. The sound was old and powerful, and seemed cold and icy. It collided with the surrounding walls and lasted for a long time.

Feng Qingyang, who was sitting in the corner, was startled out of nowhere. He looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound in the empty ancient tomb.

Finally, he tiptoed to the bronze coffin, his pair of zombie eyes almost glowing green in the dusk candlelight.

"Could it be that the thing in this coffin is talking?" Feng Qingyang's heart was in turmoil. He didn't know why he always had a feeling of heartbeating. He vaguely felt it the moment he stepped into the tree hole.

"Young man, if you want to get out, then let me out first. Otherwise, you will be trapped in the ancient tomb like me for hundreds or even thousands of years... until you die here."

The sound echoed in the ancient tomb again, but this time Feng Qingyang really heard the source of the sound, which was from the bronze coffin on the high platform in the center of the ancient tomb.

"Who are you, senior? You can't even come out with your strength, so how can I let you out?" Feng Qingyang laughed secretly. Could it be that the thing in the coffin has been suppressed for too long and its head has rusted? After all, Feng Qingyang is just a small jumping corpse.

"Humph, you don't have to worry about that. As long as you can break the word "Zhen" on the ancient tomb, then I can break out of the coffin."

After a pause, the man seemed to be worried that Feng Qingyang was unwilling to help, so he continued, "If you help me break the coffin, I can help you advance to the realm of wandering corpses in one fell swoop."

This is simply a blockbuster bomb. Feng Qingyang lacks nothing now except strength. He desperately hopes to become stronger so that he can venture into the world of cultivation and explore the secrets of zombies.

"You know I'm a zombie?" Feng Qingyang asked in surprise. You know, the thing in the coffin didn't see his appearance at all, so it can be inferred that the thing in the coffin is definitely a terrifying existence.

"If I let him out, he will probably kill me first." Feng Qingyang hesitated, but he was not a fool.

At this time, the coffin began to shake violently again. When the coffin moved, the earth shook. The word "Zhen" above the ancient tomb immediately emitted a red light. The power of thunder and lightning began to condense out of thin air, as if as long as there was the slightest movement of the objects in the coffin, the thunder of destruction would be brought down.

"Young man, why are you hesitating? Only zombies can come in from here." The thing in the coffin roared in exasperation. It wanted to break out of the coffin but was afraid of the pressure from the word "Zhen" on the top of the ancient tomb.

"Why are you in such a hurry... It's a deal. Remember to help me buy the wandering corpses after you get out." Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, Feng Qingyang is willing to take a chance on that one powerful opportunity.

If he is not released, he will probably be trapped in the coffin for countless years as he said. After he is released, there is no chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang asked loudly: "Senior, what do you want me to do?" As he spoke, he walked towards the platform.

The coffin on the high platform shook even more violently. The word "Zhen" above the ancient tomb had accumulated the power of thunder. The enormous pressure swept down and almost pressed Feng Qingyang to the ground again.

"Don't do anything. Just stand next to the coffin. When the thunder strikes, hit me in the crotch and I will be able to get out." The thing in the coffin spoke with urgency, as if it couldn't wait any longer.

Feng Qingyang staggered, and the pressure from the word "Zhen" did not suppress him. However, after hearing what the old monster said, he fell directly off the platform.

"Do you fucking take me for a fool? Kick you to block the attack? Am I crazy?" Feng Qingyang cursed and almost got mad. He thought it was a good job, but it turned out that he had to block a world-destroying divine thunder for him.

He never wanted to experience the power of thunder and lightning again. He was almost struck to death by the fat man's palm thunder in the cave. The feeling still made him tremble when he recalled it. If the palm thunder was so powerful, then the world-destroying thunder in the ancient tomb was even more so.

The thing in the coffin seemed not to hear Feng Qingyang's shouting and cursing. The coffin was still shaking violently, and a crack had faintly appeared. Thunder and lightning surrounded the sky above the ancient tomb, illuminating the originally dim tomb as bright as snow.

At this moment, he could see clearly that there was a figure carved above the ancient tomb. It was the old Taoist priest who was struck by lightning before. The figure was carved so vividly that it seemed like a real person.

"Junior, come up." The thing in the coffin roared, and the coffin lid suddenly split open, and suddenly a strong aura of death swept over.

"Is this guy trying to kill himself? I'm afraid he's gone crazy wanting to get out..." Feng Qingyang was cursing on the ground. Before he could say the next word, he felt a corrosive force pinching him out of thin air.

"Damn you old monster, you actually played dirty tricks on me." Feng Qingyang, who was in mid-air, struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. With his strength, how could he possibly resist this old monster who had been suppressed for who knows how long

boom!

The coffin lid cracked open, and the thunder above the ancient tomb suddenly descended. In a flash, the corrosive force grabbed Feng Qingyang and threw him straight to the center of the thunder.

"Crack!" The thunder from the cave hit Feng Qingyang with a tremendous force, instantly submerging him in the sea of thunder.

Bang bang bang!

The earth was shaking and the ancient tomb was filled with the destructive energy of thunder. After the thunder came down, it paused for a moment, as if continuing its power for the next bombardment.

In the world of cultivation, there is a saying that everything changes rapidly, which emphasizes how fast the speed is in that instant, as if there are countless changes.

boom!

The coffin lid burst open and a dark shadow jumped out from it. That dark night, his entire body was covered in black mist and not even a trace of his face could be seen.

"Hahahaha... Old Putuo man, I have finally broken your seal, just wait for me... hehe..."

After the darkness jumped out, it grinned grimly in the air, then waved its big hand, and a crystal clear bone claw stretched out from the black fog. The bone claw grew bigger in the wind, and when it reached the top of the ancient tomb, it had become several feet in size.

"Click." The bone claw hooked onto the carving above and grabbed it immediately.

Boom! The statue made of unknown material made a crisp sound, and then was grabbed by the bone claws and returned to the black fog.

“Hahahaha…” The black fog disappeared without revealing the skinny old man. He grabbed the old man’s sculpture and swallowed it in his big mouth.

As the carving on the ancient tomb was broken, the word "Zhen" that was emitting red light suddenly disappeared into the darkness, and the originally accumulated thunder power also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Crack...Crack..." The old man's cheeks moved, and the harsh sound continued to be heard. One can imagine how much hatred he had for that man.

Deep in the Death Mountains, Li Qingfeng and Leng Wuqing, who were galloping, seemed to sense something, and their faces changed at the same time.

Li Qingfeng took out the compass and saw that the needle was spinning rapidly and finally exploded with a bang. Seeing this, his brows furrowed.

I saw a black cloud covering the sky dozens of miles ahead, and a surge of resentment rising into the sky. The resentment was so strong that it even caused changes in the heaven and earth.

"Uncle Master, there is a huge resentment ahead that seems to have broken the seal."

"Yeah." Leng Wuqing responded expressionlessly.

Seeing Li Qingfeng about to step forward, he quickly said: "This Death Mountain Range is full of weirdness. I think we should not go any deeper." It's not that he was still afraid, but he felt there was no need to make unnecessary losses.

No matter how good the treasure is, one must be alive to enjoy it. The resentment has already made Leng Wuqing feel a little threatened in his life. For these people, the stronger they are, the more afraid they are of death.

Li Qingfeng looked at Leng Wuqing deeply and said, "My Maoshan Zhengtian Sect has always been committed to exorcising demons and upholding justice. If we run away when we see demons, how can we call ourselves a righteous sect?"

As he said this, he took the lead and quickly moved forward. Leng Wuqing's expression behind him became extremely ugly. This was the first time that Li Qingfeng criticized him in person.

After hesitating for a while, he snorted and followed...