The old man asked a series of questions, and the complexion of the old man Wu Ya changed.
Next to him, Weng Qingyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.
"My Tianyuzong possesses one township artifact and three immortal artifacts, each of which was obtained by the ancestors of the past generations through hardships and great luck. It is the foundation for my Tianyuzong to gain a foothold in the cultivation world... As the head of the sect, you have the right to be in charge of the Sanwei Dan furnace, but it is an unforgivable crime to lose it! Hmph! This deity will discuss with the elders to see if you, the head of the sect, are still suitable to continue .”
What the old man said made Wu Ya's face completely ashamed.
Among the monks in the Yuanying stage of Tianyuzong, Wu Ya and Weng Qingyu were the most favored, and because of this, they were given immortal weapons respectively.
The Immortal-Zhan circle is only a sharp attack, and it is a low-grade immortal weapon; while the Sanwei Pill Furnace is suitable for alchemy. Although it is a low-grade immortal weapon, in terms of practicality, it can improve the cultivation of the owner, and it is indeed much more precious than the immortal-kill circle point.
Now, Wu Ya Lao Dao lost the three-flavored alchemy stove, the consequences can be imagined; don't expect to continue to get any good things from the sect, that is almost certain.
And his Nawu ring has been lost, and all his savings for most of his life are in it. Without resources, for a cultivator, it is definitely the most miserable thing.
Old Daoist Wu Ya's eyes were fixed on the ground, thinking of his hopeless future, he couldn't help it anymore, "Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, triggering the injury, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.
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Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn.
The red sun is rising, and the peaks are dark blue. Immediately afterwards, the mist rose, and the milky white gauze separated the mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, really like a landscape painting with refreshing pen and ink, dense and dense.
call out!
A golden streamer flashed, and a light and shadow appeared above the landscape painting, like a goshawk catching a glimpse.
Zhang Yang flapped his wings lightly, feeling the air current floating under his body, and a feeling of freedom and joy came from his heart.
Since leaving Tushita Hall, he has escaped hundreds of thousands of kilometers in a row, so he has some sense of security. Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he is imprinted with divine consciousness, it is still a question of whether Wuya Laodao and other Nascent Soul monsters can sense it from such a long distance.
The wings spread out, and the figure drew an arc in the sky, turning around the surrounding hills.
After confirming that there was no powerful existence nearby, he finally retracted his wings and plunged down.
Boom!
Both feet landed heavily on the ground, smashing a large hole in the surrounding ground, and the traces of cracks scattered.
According to Zhang Yang's current flying skills, he could have easily landed, but he prefers this powerful landing method.
Stepping out, Zhang Yang looked at his body with satisfaction.
He is more than seven feet tall; his purple-red long hair is extremely disheveled, showing his personality; he has red eyes and fangs, and his face is ferocious; his skin is purple and red, covered with a thick layer of scaly cuticle; his sharp claws can be stretched and retracted After instilling mana, it can reach a length of more than ten inches; thick limbs, strong muscles...
Strong man, seven-foot monster! Standing there is like an iron tower.
Having lived in the cultivation world for nearly ten years, Zhang Yang no longer cared about his appearance at all. The sharp claws are undoubtedly more suitable for fighting than the onion-like delicate fingers of humans, and the strong flesh of zombies is not comparable to humans...
In the face of powerful strength, a handsome appearance is a fart! The enemy will not show mercy to you in battle just because you are handsome.
As for the identity of the zombie, it doesn't matter. The higher the level of monks, the more blurred the boundaries between humans, monsters, zombies, and other monsters. It is normal for everyone to discuss in the same room.
People won't respect you just because you are the same kind, everything depends on your strength! Only the strong are awesome.
This is the cultivation world! Under the long-term shortage of resources, the naked law of the jungle has been formed!
…
Now, his body has completely stabilized, and all the excess energy has been released.
Purple Zombie Advanced!
After some tempering in the alchemy furnace, he absorbed a large amount of flame power, and the final result turned out to be an existence that broke two levels in a row and advanced to a high-level purple zombie.
Of course, after merging the Bafang Seal, Zhang Yang is almost equivalent to having an immortal body, real combat power, and no pressure to sweep the foundation building period. odds.
Moreover, Zhang Yang's body has inherited the characteristics of Bafangyin that can hold a large amount of mana in a short time, which is equivalent to being able to transform. At critical moments, as long as he is willing to give birth to the Yin Ningzhu or other conditions are suitable, he can give birth to a big monster.
The strength of the big monster is completely determined by the intensity of the surrounding Yin Qi or flame power, and the time it takes to absorb it.
Immortality, coupled with the characteristic of transformation, these are the trump cards for leapfrogging and destroying the enemy.
satisfy!
Zhang Yang is extremely satisfied with his current physical condition!
With a flick of his hand, a blood coffin appeared in front of him, calling out the purple zombie blood slaves and wandering ghost servants, and let them take charge of vigilance while stepping up their cultivation.
Xiao Hei plunged headlong into the ground and started his great cause of gathering Yin Qi.
This location was jointly selected by Xiao Hei and Zhang Yang, and the surrounding mountains are very suitable for gathering Yin Qi.
Zhang Yang's current body can absorb both yang and yin, but, as a zombie, he is more inclined to places with strong yin, and only in such places can he feel comfortable.
After arranging these things, Zhang Yang began to count his spoils.
The most precious thing is naturally the alchemy furnace.
The three-flavored alchemy furnace exists at the level of a fairy. This is also the first celestial artifact officially owned by Zhang Yang. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that it would not be the last one.
With a wave of his hand, the behemoth Sanwei Danlu appeared in front of him. It is more than ten feet high, and I don't know what material it is made of. It looks a bit like bronze, but judging from the strength, it is absolutely impossible to be bronze.
There are many exquisite patterns engraved on this alchemy furnace, which seems to be a map, and it seems to be a formation.
At first glance, the lines and lines, but when you look closely, you find that they are so blurry that you can't even see them clearly.
Zhang Yang showed a look of surprise, which was very strange. You know, he has insisted on washing his eyes with clear spring water for several years, and he has some confidence in his eyesight.
Zhang Yang was not disappointed. Instead, he took out a small jade bottle, dripped two drops of clear spring water, and wiped it from his eyes. Immediately, the blue light in his eyes flickered, showing a very strange look.
At the same time, he stared at the pattern on the alchemy furnace.
Still, it seems clear at first glance, but the more you try to see what is on it, the more blurred it becomes.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt dizzy, his body swayed, and he almost fell down. He broke out in a cold sweat.
After pondering for a while, knowing that such reckless actions are not acceptable, it is better to try to recognize the Lord first. Perhaps after recognizing the Lord, there may be some new changes.
However, in the face of this big guy, Zhang Yang is not at all sure whether he can successfully recognize the master. He doesn't even know whether the Sanwei Dan furnace has been recognized as the master.
Touching the alchemy furnace with your hand, before there is no fire source, it is the cold texture of metal.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang released his consciousness and tried to invade.
fail!
As soon as the consciousness touched the surface of the alchemy furnace, it was bounced away.
As expected, there's nothing to be disappointed about. After all, it is a fairy weapon, if it is so easy to be invaded by divine consciousness, then it is not normal.
It is estimated that the recognition of the Lord by dripping blood will not be successful, but it is always unwilling to try.
The paws slid across, the magic power circulated, and a drop of natal essence was forced out from his wrist. Zhang Yang immediately felt a weakness in his body, but he didn't dare to hesitate. His divine sense guided the drop of natal essence to the alchemy furnace.
tick!
There was a soft sound, but seeing the drop of natal essence falling on the alchemy furnace and sliding down gently, there was no reaction at all.
Zhang Yang gave a wry smile, everything was expected, but he was still a little disappointed.
If you can't recognize the master, it is estimated that the power of the fairy weapon will be affected, and some powerful functions cannot be used.
Fortunately, for the current Zhang Yang, there is no need for these. He is not even a beginner in alchemy. If you need to use the alchemy furnace, the most basic functions of the three-flavored alchemy furnace are sufficient.
I can only hope that after my strength improves, I will try to recognize the master again.
Stretch out your hand and put the Sanwei Dan furnace back into the storage ring.
What he was looking forward to most next was naturally the Nawu ring he got from the old Taoist Wuya.
The life savings of the head of Tian Yuzong, Nascent Soul boss Wu Ya and Dao Dao is exciting just thinking about it.
However, the old Taoist Wuya is not dead yet, that is to say, this Nawu Ring still has an owner. With Zhang Yang's current strength, it is still somewhat difficult to forcibly erase the consciousness of a Nascent Soul monster.
Therefore, Zhang Yang first chose other Nawu rings.
After Zhang Yang turned into a big monster, he sealed off the airspace and killed more than a dozen monks in a row. Those were all elite disciples of the Tianyu Sect. They had both the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Golden Core Stage. This was also a considerable fortune, and , because the master is dead, all the receiving rings are ownerless, and it is not difficult to decipher them.
Zhang Yang took out a bunch of Nawu rings and began to look through them one by one.
There was a look of surprise on his face when he opened the first one.
"Tsk tsk tsk! You really deserve to be an elite disciple of a famous family! Compared with this, Mr. Fang is simply a poor ghost!"
A large sum of spirit stones, flying swords, large and small bottles, a pile of unknown medicine pills, spirit herbs, and a few other magic weapons of average quality.
Zhang Yang counted each item, thinking about the usefulness of each item.
Soon, he sadly discovered that his knowledge in this area was really lacking, and he didn't even know half of the things.
Moreover, he was almost sure that more than half of the things he didn't know must be common and commonly used by cultivators.