The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 37: 037 The old road under the dead tree

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Everyone followed Master Wuchen in, and after a few breaths, the valley returned to peace again. However, the entrance to the hall outside the Zombie King's cave residence returned to chaos, gradually turning into nothingness and disappearing in the world. However, no one knew about this.

Feng Qingyang felt dizzy at this moment, he knew that nothing good was going to happen when he was brought here by Taoist Wuchen, who also talked about giving him some good fortune. This time, the good fortune was to fill the big eye of the formation.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the center of a hall. Above the hall was a six-meter-long teleportation array.

The "Taiyin Sutra" introduces that the teleportation array is a large array handed down from ancient times. As long as a certain amount of spirit stones are placed in this array, it can break through the void and teleport over long distances. However, the art of this array has been lost for a long time.

The remaining large teleportation arrays are occupied by a few super powers. Ordinary cultivators will never be able to see such a space teleportation array that is a miracle of heaven and earth in their lifetime.

Zhenren Wuchen and a group of disciples from Maoshan who came in with him were all stunned when they saw the teleportation array. You know, being able to build a teleportation array is already very extraordinary. It is said that the Zombie King's Cave has seven floors, which means there are seven teleportation arrays. What a huge project! It is possible that there are some lost array techniques in it.

Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement, and they couldn't wait to step into the teleportation array to search for treasure.

"Hey, old man Wuchenzi, now that I've brought you in, what about the fortune you promised me? Are you the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?"

Feng Qingyang was stuck in the center of the formation. He saw rays of light wrapping around him, making him look like he was in a cocoon. However, it was because of the chaotic energy outside that he turned into nothingness.

"Hmph. Am I that kind of person?" Faced with such a report, Master Wu Chen was too lazy to bother with Feng Qingyang. He waved his hand and smashed the cocoon. Feng Qingyang fell steadily to the ground with a gleam in his eyes.

"How should I know? Come on, you said good fortune!"

"Next!" Master Wu Chen snapped his fingers, and a bead the size of a longan flew towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang caught it with one hand, feeling the surging Yin energy coming from the bead, Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up with joy, it was indeed a good treasure. Thinking of this, he carefully put it into the storage ring.

"Ning Yin Pearl? Wu Chenzi is so generous! Isn't he afraid of raising a tiger to cause trouble? I think it's better to kill it on the spot!" At this time, Li Yun, who had been speaking, came out. His eyes were full of murderous intent and he looked at Feng Qingyang without any concealment.

As long as Master Wuchen nods, he will grind Feng Qingyang to ashes.

"I didn't expect that the so-called righteous people in the cultivation world are all a bunch of people who don't keep their promises." Feng Qingyang was calm and composed. He could see that the group was led by Master Wuchen. Even the ruthless Li Yun was very afraid of Master Wuchen. So he said something provocative.

Sure enough, Master Wuchen turned around and glared at Li Yun fiercely, saying, "You have no right to interrupt here. If it weren't for you... I would have killed you a thousand times already!"

Li Yun's face flushed red, and he glared back without showing any weakness, but he forced himself not to say anything. It was a great humiliation to be scolded in front of so many people.

The funny thing is that he transferred all this to Feng Qingyang, and his pair of old eyes were staring at Feng Qingyang as if they were knives, as if he wanted to grind him into ashes immediately.

"Hmph!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and turned his head away pretending not to see it.

"Huh? Is there something there?" Feng Qingyang was shocked when he turned back. Following his gaze, he saw a skeleton placed in a corner of the hall. The skeleton was as golden and shiny as jade, emitting a faint glow.

All this obviously did not escape the eyes of Master Wuchen, but when he saw that it was just a skeleton, disappointment was evident on his face. He thought he should enter the Zombie King's cave as soon as possible.

But at this moment, a series of loud noises suddenly came from the air, the void twisted, and five figures flew out from the air in an instant.

"Hahaha! Old Wu Chen, how can you keep the treasure all to yourself? This is also the territory of our Ghost King Sect after all!"

I saw an old man in a black robe laughing.

Then there was another burst of laughter.

When he saw the old man's face clearly, Master Wuchen's face turned pale and he said, "Long time no see, Master Kushu."

"Hehehe, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been lately, old Wu Chen?" At first glance, they seemed like a pair of very good old friends during this conversation, but there was an astonishing murderous intent in the eyes of both of them.

The empty hall suddenly became chilly. The disciples of Maoshan were certainly not used to this chilly atmosphere, but Feng Qingyang seemed to be very comfortable and almost fainted.

"Is this Brother Feng Qingyang?" The old man turned around and saw Feng Qingyang, who looked very happy, and suddenly asked.

"Huh? Do you know me?" Feng Qingyang asked in surprise. It seemed that when he came to this world, besides General Ying Gou, the only other person was Gui Ming who broke the seal from the ancient tomb.

"Haha, what are you talking about, little brother? You don't know me, but I know you." He came over with a warm look on his face, and the four young men following behind him also followed him with curiosity.

"Wind, thunder, rain and lightning, come and meet your senior brother Feng Qingyang." The dead tree said hurriedly.

"Ghost Wind."

"Ghost Thunder."

"Kisame."

"Ghost Electric. Meet Senior Brother." The four men stepped forward and bowed, their faces sincere without a trace of falsehood.

Feng Qingyang was surprised, and he seemed to understand something in his heart. Maybe it was something Gui Ming said after returning to the Ghost King Sect. Now he was alone and weak, and was in danger of death at any time. Now someone took the initiative to show goodwill to him, so he had no choice but to climb up this big tree.

"Thank you for being so polite, brothers. You can just call me Qingyang." He smiled modestly, a rare sincere smile on his handsome face.

Several of them were of similar age, so they quickly started fighting. The Ghost King Sect was a well-known demonic sect in the cultivation world. All the people in the sect were gloomy and sinister, so they were not too shy about zombies. You have to know that their deputy sect leader was a thousand-year-old black zombie king.

"Haha, I didn't expect to have the chance to meet Brother Qingyang here. Since you come in alone, just follow us." Withered Tree suddenly said. He saw the situation at a glance, thinking about the instructions given to him by the person in his heart, if he met Feng Qingyang, he must treat him well, otherwise he would be very embarrassed.

"I had the same idea." Feng Qingyang blinked and jumped into their team, ignoring Master Wuchen and others standing beside him.

After this conversation, two forces were clearly identified in the hall. One was the righteous people of Maoshan headed by Wu Chen, and the other was the evil people headed by Ku Shu.

"If there is a treasure, we should all look for it together. How can you swallow it alone?" Withered Tree snorted coldly at Wu Chen. He was not afraid of Wu Chenzi at all. If they really fought, it was not clear who would suffer in the end.

"Hmph! We at Maoshan were the first to discover this place, how could we let you come and plunder?" Wu Chenzi shouted loudly. The surrounding disciples and elders quickly surrounded us. The hall was filled with murderous intent, and a shocking melee was about to unfold.

"What? You want to fight? Would I be afraid of you?"