The zombie clan follows destiny, but it is not the destiny of the spiritual world, but the destiny of a world that no one knows whether it exists or not.
The so-called inevitable fate comes from the origin of zombies, which does not come from Qiong Zun, but from another world. When they awaken to a certain degree, they will appear.
Just after Feng Qingyang devoured the blood essence of the middle-aged man, the information in his brain told him that there are four types of zombies under the Heavenly Dao.
They are the successors of the four great zombie lords. In ancient times, there were Ying Gou, Hou Qing, Jiang Chen and Hanba. Their successors will appear after they die one after another.
In the palm world, there are the successors of Ying Gou and Hou Qing. These two are Feng Qingyang and this middle-aged man. In the sealed world, there are two more.
Moreover, now that the way of heaven has changed, if one wants to successfully advance to the strength of a Venerable, that is, to win the battle against Gou, they must be devoured.
And it is not a simple devouring, but devouring all the other heirs and merging them all into oneself. Only then can one break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and regain the power to challenge the Heavenly Dao. That is the Venerable.
Feng Qingyang was feeling depressed. He had originally wanted to solve the mystery of the zombies, but now it seemed that the only way to know more was to kill each other. However, the ones killing each other were only four of them.
"Why, pitiful?"
Seeing his expression, the middle-aged man on the ground had already guessed Feng Qingyang's thoughts. In the previous two bites, Feng Qingyang had extracted too much of his essence and blood. This time, he was really seriously injured and even his vitality was damaged.
"For my zombie clan, only the Venerable Realm can lead us out of here. If you want to break through to the Venerable Realm, you must devour it, and not just absorb a mouthful, but completely integrate it."
At this point, the middle-aged man laughed at himself, a trace of loneliness flashed across his face, and he said: "I was born in the late Middle Ages and came to this ancient ruins a long time ago, but I never thought that I would fall into your hands. Since I lost, I have to accept my fate. For the sake of the zombie clan, I am willing to be devoured by you."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was shocked. Looking at the middle-aged man on the ground, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
As for fate, everyone cherishes it. It is precisely because of fate, because of the desire to possess life infinitely, that monks appear, and it is also because of this that fights and fights occur.
"you… "
Feng Qingyang was speechless for a moment and just looked at him calmly. He was right. If he wanted to break through to a higher level, the only way was to devour them. Moreover, he had to devour the other people as well. Only then would he be qualified.
He took a deep breath and was about to say something, but he found that the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly became transparent, and at the same time, an ethereal breath began to appear.
The moment this breath appeared, the Corpse King's blood began to riot, and a kind of greed was born out of nowhere within his body. This greed, like the initial restlessness, came from the deepest part of his soul.
It seems that after swallowing, you will feel full and satisfied. This is nature.
"I am a descendant of the Houxue lineage, and I value devouring. I didn't expect that I could not devour, but instead I helped you. Since this is God's will, then let it be."
As the middle-aged man spoke, his body became more transparent, and there was no more distortion in his eyes. On the contrary, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qingyang.
“Perhaps my zombie clan will find true relief in you.” After saying this, it suddenly dissipated with a bang, and in the center of the dissipation, there was a red bead that kept beating.
Without waiting for Feng Qingyang to make a move, the red bead automatically flew towards Feng Qingyang, penetrated into his body with a whoosh, and instantly merged with his body.
At the same time, Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged in the first floor, his mind suddenly entering an empty state. He felt duty-bound and since this was his fate, he would just accept it now.
His heart moved slightly, and he immediately activated the blood of the Corpse King. The powerful devouring power rushed towards the bead in his body, turning into a huge mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
boom!
Feng Qingyang only felt a roar in his ears, and then the calm sea of energy suddenly rolled up, and the purple little man sitting on the Green Lotus of Creation suddenly opened his eyes.
The little hands kept pinching the magic spell, and a purple halo spread out, wrapping the beads in the body and immediately began to refine them quickly.
For a moment, powerful force filled these ancient ruins, and Feng Qingyang was enveloped by two halos, one black and one red.
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In the outside world, the three thousand cultivation planets seemed extremely peaceful at this time. The news of the deaths of many cultivators had already spread throughout the entire spiritual world.
However, the strange thing is that they seemed to have no reaction, as if they didn't care at all, but those who were attentive knew that this was just the prelude to the coming storm.
The light curtain of the ancient ruins still covered the three thousand cultivators in the spiritual world, but the ancient temple did not appear on the screen. Instead, the screen remained at the original gate. The two statues, who were not sure whether they were really resurrected, were still standing there.
His eyes flashed with brilliance as he swept in all directions, invincible. His surging aura still suppressed everyone, making their hearts beat fast and wanting to bow down to him.
The Holy Prince and his two companions were still hiding in the dark. Originally, they were planning to go to the Qian family immediately, but now, because of the ruins, they changed direction and came to the outside of Ruoshui.
It’s not that they are coveting some treasure, but Feng Qingyang is indeed very important in their hearts. If they were not worried that he would be ambushed after he came out, they would have gone to the Qian family long ago.
Just like at this moment, powerful auras are coming from the void from time to time. It is obvious that countless strong people are hidden here. If Feng Qingyang appears, he will definitely be ambushed, and the result of the ambushes will be that he will become a prey.
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In the ancient temple, Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged with light and mist surrounding him. At this moment, his cultivation was restored again. His originally depleted foundation was replenished after he continuously refined the beads.
In this way, when his cultivation reaches the bottleneck, he will have the capital to break through to the Flying Zombie Realm, and he will also have the confidence to face the terrifying catastrophe.
There is no time in cultivation. He didn’t know how long he had been in seclusion. He only knew that the red beads in his body were shrinking continuously.
At this moment, his body also began to change continuously, as if a hole was filled. He felt indescribably comfortable, as if it had been perfected.
Although his cultivation did not increase, his strength did become stronger. Eventually, the red bead turned into the size of a fingernail and revolved around the purple man in his dantian.
Opening his eyes, Feng Qingyang exhaled a breath of turbid air. After the fusion, his changes were obviously very obvious. He clenched his fist casually and felt the power in it. It was a feeling of confidence that he had in the cultivation world.
"I will break the fate of the zombie clan. With Feng Qingyang by my side, the truth will be revealed!"