The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 14: 014 A narrow escape from death

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I saw a hand falling from the sky and crushing Feng Qingyang fiercely.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of something heavy, and then Feng Qingyang flew out in a perfect parabola like a kite with a broken string.

Feng Qingyang, who had just landed on the ground, was severely suppressed by the palm force. He rolled several times before he stopped after hitting the wall of the ancient tomb behind him.

"Puff!" Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. His face turned even paler. His body seemed to be shattered. He grimaced in pain every time he moved.

"Another old villain..." Feng Qingyang on the ground glared at Leng Wuqing fiercely. The previous palm seemed to have injured his internal organs, and a cold and domineering magic power surged into his body and caused havoc.

"Monster, I will kill you..."

Leng Wuqing was furious after hearing this. He raised his hand in the air and an ice rune formed in the sky and whizzed away.

"puff!"

He was unable to dodge and was immediately frozen into an ice lump. The ice was transparent, and one could even see his eyes wide open with anger. Without strong strength, this is the only fate one would get if he just talked too much.

"It's so cold." Feng Qingyang in the ice block looked straight ahead, and the Nine Yin Scriptures automatically protected his body. However, at this moment, the cold air that was constantly invading his body was suddenly assimilated by his own blood.

"Hahaha, this old man would never have thought that my bloodline power has the ability to devour and assimilate. This extremely cold air is actually a good thing for me." Feng Qingyang in the ice felt calm and silently absorbed the extremely cold air in the ice.

Zombies naturally like yin, and when the yin energy is heavy, it becomes extremely cold. Leng Wuqing used the ice talisman to freeze Feng Qingyang, which gave him a small advantage.

"Hmph, I thought it was some amazing and powerful being, but it turns out to be a zombie with intelligence." Leng Wuqing said disdainfully, walking to the side of Li Qingfeng, his tone seemed to contain disdain.

Li Qingfeng looked at Leng Wuqing deeply without saying anything. He walked to Feng Qingyang, who was frozen into an ice block, and looked at him carefully. He saw that he was no different from an ordinary person except for the fangs in his mouth and long nails.

"What kind of zombie is this? With his strength, he can tell at a glance that it is a mid-stage jumping zombie, but why can it develop intelligence in the middle stage?" A series of questions appeared in his mind.

“Crack!”

The sound of breaking interrupted his thoughts. He saw a thin crack appear in the ice, and then it cracked like a spider web.

"Oh no, he's going to break through the ice..."

“Crack!”

The ice exploded and scattered with great force.

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind Leng Wuqing at ghostly speed and kicked him.

Leng Wuqing did not dodge or evade, ignoring Feng Qingyang's kick with tremendous force. Just when it was about to make contact, he suddenly turned around and threw out a talisman to immobilize the zombies.

"A little jumping corpse, can it still cause trouble in my hands?" Feng Qingyang, who was still in the air, was fixed again, and fell to the ground with a snap like an iron ball.

"Uncle-master, this zombie is not simple." Seeing that Leng Wuqing was about to take action to eliminate Feng Qingyang, Li Qingfeng on the side stepped forward to stop him.

"Ah..." The feeling of being frozen all over made Feng Qingyang go crazy. What he hated the most was this feeling of stiffness. The Nine Yin Scriptures began to run frantically, and the Corpse King's blood surged again. The talisman that was holding his body in place fell off instantly. Feeling his body lighten, Feng Qingyang immediately jumped and ran to the side.

"Fortunately, I am of Corpse King bloodline, so I am not afraid of this ordinary zombie-fixing talisman." Feng Qingyang thought to himself.

"How could he break my second-level ice spell?" Leng Wuqing on the side was full of disbelief, and the contempt on his cold face finally disappeared.

They had clearly seen Feng Qingyang frozen into an ice lump before, and he should have died, so how could he break through the ice? In the final analysis, they had overlooked the fact that zombies like the cold, and they didn't know that Feng Qingyang's blood power could actually absorb the cold air for his own use.

With the help of that huge and extremely cold air, his injuries were half recovered.

"It seems that God has always been kind to me. It is not advisable to stay here for long. It is better to leave first. That old Korean guy hid himself and left the disaster to me. He is simply a piece of shit." Feng Qingyang cursed and wanted to go out from the cave above the ancient tomb.

At this moment, the distance to the cave entrance above his head was only ten meters, and with Feng Qingyang's speed he could definitely jump out, but it seemed a pity to just leave like this.

With his style, he would never accept this loss.

Looking back at Li Qingfeng and Leng Wuqing in the distance, Feng Qingyang prepared to pounce on them.

"You don't know what's good for you." Leng Wuqing snorted coldly. If he wanted to kill Feng Qingyang, it would be a matter of just flipping his hand.

"Qingfeng, he is in the middle stage of corpse jumping, and his physical strength is at least two thousand pounds. With your cultivation in the middle stage of Qi Refining, remember not to let him get close to you..."

"Middle stage of Qi Refining?" Feng Qingyang was delighted. It turned out that he was at the same level as himself. What was there to be afraid of? Thinking of this, he disappeared into the darkness with a swish.

"I don't have any martial arts skills, but I have a strong body and unrivaled strength. If I can't deal with you with this, then I will become a zombie." Feng Qingyang was above the ancient tomb, the Nine Yin Scriptures running frantically, and the magic power surged to his legs, making him more flexible.

After finding the target, he suddenly shot out with a loud bang, and his leg dropped from the sky, kicking Leng Wuqing hard with a sound of breaking through the air. It was not that he was targeting Leng Wuqing, but this person made him feel extremely disgusted.

"You old bastard, prepare to die." Feng Qingyang appeared behind Leng Wuqing with a whoosh, like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves. After shouting loudly, he kicked forward like lightning.

"A mere trifle." Leng Wuqing seemed to know where he would appear. He turned around again without haste and was about to put up the talisman to immobilize people, but he found that Feng Qingyang had disappeared.

"Uncle Master, be careful with your head!" Li Qingfeng's voice came from the side.

"Old bastard, how could I fall for the same trick twice?" Feng Qingyang smiled complacently, and with a swish, he struck down from above his head with a powerful sword.

Leng Wuqing was kicked right before he could react. He took several steps back before finally stopping, his face flushed with an unhealthy blush. It was obvious that he had suffered some hidden injuries.

"What a terrifying power." Leng Wuqing's face turned pale and he said in a deep voice.

Looking at Feng Qingyang appearing in the distance, Leng Wuqing was furious. He felt that he had lost all his face and was actually kicked by a small jumping zombie.

"Come here... I'll let you know what the power of the foundation-building stage is." Leng Wuqing shook off the dust in his hand, stretched out his big hand and grabbed forward, and a powerful pressure came over like an overwhelming force.

Feng Qingyang's face changed and he thought to himself that it was terrible. When he was about to withdraw, he found that he had been locked in by this pressure. He felt like a small boat in the ocean, which would be swallowed up by the ocean if he was not careful.

"Die." At this moment Leng Wuqing didn't care about Li Qingfeng's instructions and grabbed the empty space with his big hand.

"Crack." Feng Qingyang fell to the ground, his bones cracking. That grab might have broken several ribs.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you make a noise in front of me?" Leng Wuqing grabbed Feng Qingyang from mid-air and pinched his neck hard.

"Your teeth are very sharp. What will happen if I pull them out?"

As he spoke, he made a sword-like finger with his other hand, and a fiery red talisman paper wrapped around it. It seemed that the two fingers turned into a sharp sword.

"Hahaha." He grinned and poked a finger forward. The friction between the sword energy and the fangs produced sparks. Li Qingfeng on the side seemed to feel a little bit sorry for what he saw. When he was about to warn him, he was interrupted by Leng Wuqing's harsh voice.

"Qingfeng, don't be too merciful. Being merciful to your enemies is being cruel to yourself, especially to evil creatures like zombies."

"ah!"

There was a sharp pain in my teeth, and my bones creaked when I twisted my body. I felt like an ant, being trampled on and trampled by everyone.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"Old bastard!" Feng Qingyang endured the severe pain while all the magic power in his body poured into his legs.

At this time, Feng Qingyang's eyes were red, as if Leng Wuqing's constant humiliation and teasing had aroused his ferocity. An indomitable will gradually awakened from his soul, and his whole body exuded an inhumane and bloodthirsty aura.

Leng Wuqing was startled and was about to crush his neck with one hand, but he found that it was as if he was pinching a piece of ten thousand year old fine iron, which was terribly tough.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang seemed to have become a different person. He looked coldly at Leng Wuqing who was holding him, without looking away. His originally stiff hand actually raised up and grabbed Leng Wuqing's arm.

With a crack, Leng Wuqing let out a scream and was thrown out by Feng Qingyang.

"Do you think you have the right to humiliate me?" Feng Qingyang stepped forward, and the ground shook with his foot. At this moment, how could he still look like a little zombie? He was simply a devil from hell.

Li Qingfeng on the side was already frightened stiff. He stared blankly at Feng Qingyang who was like a devil, and was at a loss for what to do.

"You...you...don't come over here!"