When practicing, one always cannot feel the passage of time. However, when one sees the claw marks left by Xiao Yue on the cave entrance, one knows that another thirty days have passed.
Two months have passed since he fell into this abyss. During this period, not only have his meridians been repaired, but he has also recovered to the middle stage of corpse jumping.
In such a short period of time, he experienced many ups and downs, and each time he was hunted down and escaped death, which made him feel a little vicissitudes of life. Thinking about the three-year agreement and Xiao Yue's hatred, Feng Qingyang clenched his fists.
In his storage ring, there are a lot of talisman papers, all of which are carved by him. It is better to have more talismans for self-defense. This is Feng Qingyang's consistent principle. He rubbed the ring in his hand and thought of the ghost again.
"I've been saying I'm going to look for him, but so many accidents have happened along the way. So I'll just go and join him. Then I'll retreat for three years and advance to the level of a black zombie. Then I'll go to Mount Mao and kill that old bastard Li Xiao!"
He touched Xiaoyue's furry head with his hand. He had been living a secluded life these days, sleeping during the day and practicing at night. As a result, the originally slender wolf demon had gained weight and looked very cute.
"Xiaoyue, let's go!"
"Woo woo~"
Looking back at the cave where he had lived for two months, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. When he first traveled through time, he was also in a cave, but this place always made him feel a little weird, the cliffs that seemed to be cut by a knife... all kinds of secrets deeply attracted him.
"I'll come back and find out when I become stronger." As he said this, he suddenly jumped up from the spot and jumped out of the valley.
The Death Mountains were filled with murderous intent. Feng Qingyang had no idea how many wild monsters he had killed along the way. A zombie and a wolf demon were covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's.
They headed north, finding a dark place to rest during the day and then continuing on their journey at night, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get out.
"We are not lost!"
Feng Qingyang stopped and looked at Xiaoyue suspiciously. When he walked out of the valley, he asked Xiaoyue if she knew the direction of the Ghost King Sect. Xiaoyue howled and led the way forward. He thought he had found a shortcut, but he was walking further and further away. Finally, after climbing over countless hills, Feng Qingyang began to ask.
"Ouch~" Xiao Yue seemed a little aggrieved, his wolf eyes were watery, but mostly filled with doubts. It seemed that they had indeed gone in the wrong direction.
"Oh..." Feng Qingyang sighed deeply, touched his forehead and looked speechless. He looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon, which was the most difficult time of his day.
Looking around, I saw a few thick vines entangled together in front of me, which looked like a natural house.
"Go and rest first, and then continue the journey at night..." After saying that, he jumped in first regardless of Xiaoyue's howling, found a comfortable dark corner, covered himself, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes again. The senses of zombies are different from those of ordinary people, not to mention that he is in the middle stage of zombie jumping. He heard some whispers from afar. He glanced at the wolf demon Xiaoyue beside him and made a gesture to let it hide.
“Click… Click…”
Sure enough, the sound of his footsteps on fallen leaves could be heard in the distance.
I only heard a rough voice saying, "Brother, we are almost close to the territory of the Ghost King Sect, and we haven't found any trace of the zombie named Feng Qingyang. Could it be that he is already dead?"
"The sect leader has issued a death order, demanding the discovery of the bodies of the deceased. This time, our Maoshan Zhengtian Sect has completely lost face. If we can't even deal with a small zombie, how can we claim to be one of the top ten sects?"
"Yes, yes... Brother is right... But didn't Elder Li say that he had knocked the zombie off a cliff thousands of feet high? Even if he had a body of steel, there was no way he would be alive after falling from such a height." The rough voice continued.
Feng Qingyang gently adjusted the angle and saw two young men in green robes walking towards them from afar. One had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth; the other had a full forehead and walked lightly. They were obviously two great masters.
"The late stage of Qi training!"
When he learned about the other party's cultivation level, he was obviously relieved. In terms of magic power, Feng Qingyang might not be as good as the other party, but in terms of physique, those two people could not catch up with him even if they tried their best.
"As long as I can get close to them, I can kill them instantly!"
Thinking of this, murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart. Although he had no grudge against them, they were people from Maoshan, and they were ordered to track him down. Now his strength was no match for those of a sect. If he was discovered, he would be in endless trouble!
Feng Qingyang stared at the two men without blinking, and turned his body again. As long as the other party made the slightest movement, he would kill them at the critical moment.
The young man with a full forehead said, "Junior Brother Li, you don't have to be afraid. We all have soul-guiding incense on us. If we encounter any misfortune here, our master will find us immediately. As long as we can entangle the other party, hehe!"
At this point he smiled faintly, and added: "Then it will be time for us to make great contributions. This time the sect has invested a huge amount of money. As long as we can find this zombie, we will be rewarded with a foundation-building pill, which will allow us to save several years of training and directly enter the foundation-building stage!"
"What you said is true, but I don't understand why our sect would mobilize so many troops just for this zombie and even sent several elders to the Death Mountains." The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said puzzledly.
The young man with the full forehead walked to a place thirty meters away from Feng Qingyang and suddenly stopped. Watching his movements, Feng Qingyang activated his magic power and was ready to make a secret move.
Seeing him looking around, he said to the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "Junior Brother Li, you don't know that a cave appeared in the Death Mountain Range a few days ago. It is said that the cave was left by the great zombie king Liu Wuji. Legend has it that the zombie king Liu Wuji was a great demon in the cultivation world for thousands of years. His level was as high as the flying zombie realm. He killed countless masters and powerful people in his lifetime. Can you imagine how many treasures are in his cave!"
"Oh? And what does this have to do with that little zombie?"
"Now that this cave was first discovered by our Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, the news has been completely blocked. However, if we dispatch a large number of experts to the Death Mountains, it will probably arouse suspicion from other sects. However, just when our sect was in a dilemma, a not-so-simple little zombie jumped out, which just found a reason for our sect to enter the mountain!"
"Hahaha, this is why we can enter the Death Mountains with great fanfare without arousing suspicion from other sects!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart raced. It turned out that going into the mountain to kill him was just a cover. The important thing was to break into the Zombie King's cave.
"Zombie King Liu Wuji, the realm of flying zombies..." Feng Qingyang pondered in his heart.
Looking at the demon wolf Xiaoyue beside him, his mind raced, what if he could enter that cave? As a fellow zombie, there might be benefits that he could not imagine.
"It seems that I have to go and see that cave first..."