"In this world of comprehension, this zombie uncle is half illiterate!"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This situation must change as soon as possible. In the past, there was no chance. Little Wandering Corpse, or even Jumping Corpse, is a role that everyone can play, and there is no chance to sneak into human society.
Although most of the purple zombies are not accepted by human monks, Zhang Yang's special purple zombie is unprecedentedly developed in intelligence, and he has a hexagram pendant that can cover his breath. I believe that sneaking into human society is absolutely not a problem.
Moreover, Zhang Yang had already prepared for this.
The mountain he is now standing on is located on the edge of the Shiwanda Mountain, bordering on human society. This is what he considered when he chose the landing site.
After packing up, you can go to human society to learn about the local customs and customs. What's more important is to buy various materials to recharge yourself. Zhang Yang is going to be a learning zombie.
Of course, these are funerals.
Zhang Yang is now continuing to sort out those rings and count his trophies.
In the end, I sorted out other useless things, and selected a few magic weapons that I needed.
They are a shield the size of a palm, a set of defensive banners with Yin and cold attributes, a human face mask, and a radiant gossip purple clothes.
Needless to say, the shield and the formation flag each have their own power, but this gossip purple clothes can actually attract thousands of mana in the body to resist the disaster of sword light.
Although Zhang Yang is more confident in his physical defense, it is always good to have an extra layer of defense.
Moreover, under many circumstances, Zhang Yang didn't want to reveal his identity as a zombie. If he was wearing ordinary clothes, they would be tattered if he touched them a little.
And that human face mask, Zhang Yang asked the blood slave to wear it for an experiment, at least his own consciousness couldn't scan through it at all, it was extremely exquisite.
However, I don't know what the person who made the mask was thinking about, but he actually turned the mask into a sweaty face, which made people feel disgusted just by looking at it. Zhang Yang even felt that the original appearance of his zombie was somewhat more handsome than his appearance.
Looking at the "man" standing in front of him, Zhang Yang smiled wryly. It seems that after time travel, I have formed a bond with the word "ugly".
Because it is intended to use this place as a habitat for the next period of time, the set of defensive formation flags should come in handy.
Under Zhang Yang's command, the Blood Slave placed the formation flags according to their positions, and then activated their mana.
Soon, the surrounding scenery changed, and from the outside, there was nothing unusual here. And within a radius of tens of miles, as long as someone approaches, Zhang Yang will immediately call the police; if someone enters within a radius of several miles, this set of flags will directly launch an attack.
After arranging these, Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction, sat down cross-legged, took out Wu Ya's Nawu Ring, and began to slowly attack with his spiritual consciousness.
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At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away.
On the verdant mountain forest, a monk is facing each other in the air. If it's not the great monk Misha and the old Taoist Wuya, who is it
However, the atmosphere between them does not seem to be particularly harmonious now.
"Fellow Daoist Wuya, the Great Monk is also deeply saddened by the destruction of the Tushita Hall of your faction. However, it seems that the Great Monk cannot be blamed for this? , can that big monster really come from the transformation of that purple zombie? Hahaha, these remarks are too ridiculous!"
Misha laughed, but the anger in his tone could be clearly heard.
It is conceivable how bad his mood is that can make a great monk who laughs without saying a word all day long speak with anger.
But Wuya Old Daoist was obviously in a worse mood.
"If the master really doesn't believe it, there is nothing the poor can do. Anyway, it is the truth. All of this was witnessed by the poor. The purple zombie was refined in the three-flavored pill furnace for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and finally suddenly changed It is a huge monster with a height of more than ten feet, and its body has an extremely huge aura. Even compared with the Titan giant ape, it is not inferior. Even the senior brother Mao I sent to guard the Tusita Hall is no match for it. Then , our Tushita Palace will suffer disaster!"
Every word Wu Ya said was true, but it sounded like a lie.
"Hmph!" Great Monk Misha snorted coldly, "Fellow Daoist has to say so, so let's count it as such! It's a pity that the great monk's great luck was turned into ashes by your Tian Yuzong's encumbrance. So... hey!"
Great Monk Misha sighed, the implication in his words was obviously that he didn't believe what Taoist Wuya said. If he hadn't seen the ruins of the Tushita Palace with his own eyes, he would have even wondered if the old Taoist was jealous of his Garuda blood, so he deliberately fabricated a lie.
Of course, it is true that the Tushita Palace was destroyed, but it is absolutely impossible that the purple zombie said it. This is really a big joke.
This is the idea of the Great Monk Misha.
"The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say more. Since you can't get the blood essence of the great roc Garuda, it means that the great monk is not lucky enough. Daoist friends, return the Qilin blood essence and the thousand-year-old gloomy wood to the great monk!"
When Monk Mi Sha said a word, the old Taoist Wu Ya's face immediately became embarrassed.
"Why? Don't fellow daoists want to return it? The friendship between you and me, even if it is an ordinary magic weapon, the great monk would not ask for it. It's just that this unicorn's blood essence and the thousand-year-old gloomy wood are so precious. It is the biggest gain of the great monk in the past thousand years, and it is the capital for exchanging the pills needed for promotion in the future. If Fellow Daoist Wu Ya refuses to hand it over, the great monk will not be able to justify it here." Misha's face was already gloomy, However, the usual smiling face, at first glance, is still a smiling face.
"Master misunderstood, it wasn't that Pindao didn't want to return the unicorn blood essence and thousand-year-old gloomy wood to the master, it was because the evildoer took away the poor monk's Nawu ring at that time, and all the life savings of the poor monk were lost. The thousand-year-old gloomy wood is also among them!" Old Taoist Wu Ya was full of bitterness.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wuya is becoming more and more good at joking. People have not fallen, but the Nawu ring has been taken away. This is extremely rare in the cultivation world!" Great Monk Misha smiled.
"Pindao also knows that these things are too coincidental, it's hard to believe, but it's true!" Wuya old man smiled wryly.
Monk Mi Sha was obviously unwilling to accept this explanation. It's good that he and Wu Ya are friends, but in the cultivation world, there are only eternal interests, and there are no eternal friends.
They were friends at the time because they were relatively close in strength and status, and they were able to support each other at ordinary times.
Now, the Qilin blood essence and the millennium gloomy mummy are most of the savings of Great Monk Mi Sha. If he could get the blood essence of the Dapeng Garuda, maybe it would help him break through the shackles in one fell swoop, break through in space or wind attributes, and advance to the next level; that would be worth it.
However, Misha would not give up these two things no matter what, if he couldn't exchange the Garuda's blood essence. If you see materials that will help you break through at an auction in the future, and you can't exchange them because you don't have enough wealth, you will feel guilty.
"Hahaha, since Fellow Daoist Wuya insists on saying this, then the Great Monk will not be polite. If Fellow Daoist doesn't have those treasures, I believe that his strength will not be much different from that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, right?"
The great monk talked about the flow of mana in his body.
"Misha, do you dare to attack the poor Taoist? Our Tian Yuzong is not easy to provoke!" Seeing this, the old Taoist Wuya shouted sharply.
The smile on the face of Great Monk Misha remained unchanged: "You Tian Yuzong is not easy to mess with, but I, Fashan Temple, will not be afraid of you!"
While laughing, his subordinates did not stop and waved their sleeves.
The old Taoist Wuya already knew that the situation was not good, and he didn't even have the thought of resisting, so his figure suddenly retreated, and he was about to run away.
However, compared with Mi Sha, who is good at shrinking the ground into a ruler, his speed is naturally far inferior.
I just felt that the scenery in front of me changed, and the old Taoist Wu Ya had already entered the sleeve of Great Monk Mi Sha.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him changed again, and he was released again.
"Huh? Could it be that your Nawu ring is really lost?"
Mi Sha let out a light sigh. You must know that with their level of existence, no matter what happens, they will not be willing to hand over their lives to others.
After all, cultivation is not easy! Compared with the long life, everything else is dust.
Just now Misha brought Wuya Old Daoist into his sleeve, in fact, he has already controlled the other party's life and death. What's more, the universe in his sleeve is his world of Misha, and after just a little scan, it is confirmed that Wu Ya does not have the precept of accepting things on him.
A Nascent Soul cultivator, no matter what the circumstances, can't trust his life to others, nor can he trust things to leave his body.
Therefore, Misha also began to believe that the old Taoist Wu Ya was not just pretending.
The old Taoist Wuya's face was gloomy, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly cried out in pain: "No! The imprint of spiritual consciousness on Pindao's Nawu ring has been erased!"
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"call!"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his face.
After a lot of effort, it finally succeeded.
Zhang Yang was a little tired, but more excited, he immediately took out the things in the Nawu ring.
The first thing he took out was a flaming red jade bottle—Kirin Blood Essence!
One of the most heaven-defying features of the exercises in "Taiyin Refining Shape·Body Refining Chapter" is that it can fuse the genes of powerful creatures to transform the master's body.
After Zhang Yang fused the blood essence of the monster bird mummy—it was later discovered to be the roc garuda—his physical strength and defense were obviously stronger.
The Dapeng Garuda is good at flying, and it is not a race with strong physical strength at all, so it can still have this effect.
But the unicorn is one of the most powerful creatures on land. Its physical strength is no less than that of a real dragon. If you fuse this bottle of unicorn blood by yourself...
Zhang Yang's eyes began to light up.