Promoted to black zombie on the spot, to meet the thunder disaster
probably not! Because there is a restriction to suppress mana, the mana in the whole body feels empty, and the possibility of advancing on the spot is almost zero.
As long as this is not the case, then everything is fine.
Overcoming the thunder calamity is the most important thing for a zombie. If he survives the thunder calamity under such circumstances, he will die tragically.
forget it! Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case! If one survives the Thunder Tribulation while one's mana is suppressed, one will surely die.
Zhang Yang can't take this risk!
Although the flesh and blood of a Nascent Soul cultivator is important, it is nothing compared to risking his death.
Wanting to understand this truth, Zhang Yang licked his lips and forcibly suppressed the reluctance in his heart when he looked at the corpse of Old Freak Fei on the ground.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked up Old Freak Fei's body, hiding it behind a rock.
With both spiritual consciousness and mana suppressed, with the naked eye alone, even if someone passed by, it was impossible to see the corpse.
Zhang Yang was already secretly planning to take this corpse away when he walked back in the marrow washing pool.
Shangguan Mo'er looked at the movements of Zhang Yangzang's corpse strangely at first, but after thinking about it for a while, she understood the key point and couldn't help but roll her eyes with a helpless expression.
"Zhang Daoyou, have you ever noticed that Old Freak Fei came out of this stone gate just now, and he seemed very embarrassed. Could it be that there is something terrifying in this stone gate?" Shangguan Mo'er asked while looking at the dark stone cave. road.
Zhang Yang thought about it for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. It's just that I was so excited just now that I ignored this point.
Immediately, he opened his Qingling eyes, with blue light shining in his eyes, and looked towards the cave behind the stone gate.
Soon, a disappointed expression appeared on Zhang Yang's face.
Not too far into the cave, it twists and turns. Although Qing Lingmu is powerful, it has no turning effect.
"I'm not too sure about this. Could it be that the marrow washing pool is in it?" Zhang Yang guessed while rubbing his chin.
"Impossible!" Shangguan Mo'er said with certainty, "Seventh Grandpa once said that the location of the marrow washing pool is uncertain, and it may appear in any place as it swims back and forth in the ruins of Tianfu. The marrow pools are connected as one and move at the same time. The marrow washing pools have always been at the peak of the mountains."
"Since this is the case, our goal is the marrow washing pool, so there is no need to add extra complications!" Zhang Yang has been cautious all his life, and he is unwilling to take risks for unknown things.
"Little sister also has the same intention."
The two agreed, no more hesitation, and quickly continued to climb up the stairs.
Not long after the two left, a series of heavy footsteps came from the cave behind the stone gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Along with the sound of footsteps, two figures slowly appeared.
The first person turned out to be Old Monster Xiong of Pu Wangzong.
The figure behind him can no longer be described by a human being. It is nearly ten feet tall, with a burly body, and its whole body is black and shiny. It is not flesh and blood, but full of metal texture...
Mechanical puppet!
This turned out to be a mechanical puppet!
However, looking at the appearance of this mechanical puppet, the expression on his face is quite agile, and it seems to have a certain spirituality.
"Hmph! It's a pity that the old monster Fei got away. This time, such a good opportunity failed to kill him. I'm afraid there will be troubles in the future!"
Old Monster Xiong sighed and greeted back:
"Tie Kui, let's go! This seat wants to see, within the scope of this mana restriction, who can do anything to you! Hahaha..."
"Yes, Master!"
The voice of the mechanical puppet Tie Kuilonglong sounded—that's right! This mechanical puppet can actually see and speak.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, two figures, one big and one small, walked towards the top of the mountain.
…
"Huh? It turned out to be you!"
This sentence seems to be the one Zhang Yang heard the most today.
It's such a coincidence. When Zhang Yang and Zhang Yang rushed to the top of the mountain, they saw several figures confronting each other. Two of them were quite familiar.
"Quack quack, kid, it seems that you and I are really destined! I didn't expect that you could escape from the hands of Weng Qingyu and old monster Feng. It's rare, rare!" The White Witch Corpse King looked into Zhang Yang's eyes Zhi Faliang said, "Boy, come to this seat quickly. This seat will protect you well!"
After Zhang Yang killed Old Monster Fei, he took off the human skin mask and never put it on again. Furthermore, with the existence of the level of the White Witch Corpse King, as long as he feels the breath on his body, he will not be mistaken.
"Hey, thank you senior! I got some opportunities, and now self-protection is not a problem, so I don't need to bother senior."
Regarding the White Witch Corpse King, Zhang Yang still had some scruples. Mao Zong is at the same level as the human Nascent Soul cultivator; however, his physical strength is much stronger.
In the current situation where mana is suppressed, one can imagine how tough the White Witch Corpse King's fighting power should be. Zhang Yang was also unwilling to confront him head-on.
Zhang Yang was a little strange, what did the other people rely on to form a confrontation with the White Witch Corpse King
Weng Qingyu's body is no longer the gorgeous beautiful clothes before, but a black dragon scale battle armor, and there is a round magic weapon in his hand, which looks extremely sharp and extraordinary at first glance.
Next to it is a bull-headed human body, but it is a demon cultivator.
Zhang Yang nodded secretly. Those who can appear here are really no mediocrity. At the same time, the arrogance in his heart because of beheading old monster Fei also subsided a little. Be very careful and start to deal with it.
In front of this group of old and mature things, if you are not careful, you may be eaten by the other party without even scum left.
If it weren't for the suppression of everyone's mana here, Zhang Yang would definitely fly away as soon as he saw them, running as far as he could.
…
The White Witch Corpse King glanced at Zhang Yang, and said softly:
"Sure enough! In just a short period of time, I have advanced to the state of Zizombic Dzogchen. I believe that after leaving this Tianfu ruins, I can overcome the thunder disaster at any time, right? Hehe, it's not easy! In just a few decades, I can In one fell swoop, from the small wandering corpse peak to the purple zombie great perfection, what the kid got, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary chance, right?"
Following the words of the White Witch Corpse King, the tauren next to him, who had no reaction at all, also showed surprise on his face, and looked at Zhang Yang with a little attention, but turned his head away quickly, and a buzzing voice sounded: "Don't talk about it. Now that the marrow washing pool is right in front of you, don't you two plan to spend it like this forever? The longer it takes, the more people come, and the fewer opportunities you have!"
Obviously, the tauren didn't take Zhang Yang seriously at all, and Shangguan Mo'er next to him was even more ignored.
Zhang Yang was overjoyed, it was naturally the best for the other party to think so. It is better to let the three of them fight to the death first, and finally reap the benefits by themselves, which is better than anything else.
Thinking of this, she gently pulled Shangguan Mo'er, and was about to step back.
"Hmph!" At this time, only Weng Qingyu hummed softly, his figure swayed, the stream of light flashed, and the ring in his hand cut down towards Zhang Yang.
Startled, Zhang Yang was about to dodge when he heard a gust of wind behind him.
call-
Ding!
With a crisp sound, a black iron rod lay across in front of Zhang Yang, barely breaking the ring.
However, a mark was also cut on the black iron rod.
It was the White Witch Corpse King who suddenly intervened and blocked the blow for Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang could see clearly that the black iron rod was obviously not a mortal object, but it looked so unbearable. One could imagine how powerful this Immortal Slashing Circle must be. He couldn't help but tremble for a while, and his intuition told him that this was definitely an existence that could cause harm to him.
Seeing the scratches cut on the black iron rod, the White Witch Corpse King looked very distressed, kept stroking it with his hands, and cursed: "Old Weng blame you for being a coward, you will rely on this immortal circle Bullying, the last time I cut off my demon stick, I didn't settle with you, and this time I cut off the master's wish stick... If you have the ability to lose this broken ring, we two will fight fairly."
"Hey, the corpse king is just joking! Magical tools and treasures are part of one's own cultivation. Who in the cultivation world doesn't understand this truth? But you, the corpse king, it seems that the last time you cut off one of your arms, there is no lesson for you Ah!" Weng Qingyu's tone was cold, "It's just, what's the meaning of the corpse king saving this little zombie now? Could it be that he is really your disciple and grandson, and he wants to come out to pick up a bargain when we lose both in the fight? "
"Zen, Old Monster Weng is getting more and more timid as he lives! How can he cause harm to you and me? It's just that he has some connections with this seat, so we have to protect him. We fight against each other. What does it have to do with him!" The White Witch Corpse King smiled, his burly figure was already in front of Zhang Yang, obviously afraid of Weng Qingyu's attack again.
"If you put it in normal times, don't say a little purple hair, even a normal hair hair, I don't care. It's just now... hehe, it's better to be careful." Weng Qingyu smiled coldly.
Zhang Yang felt angry when he heard it, he just wanted to chop this Weng Qingyu into pieces. Seeing that his plot of sitting on the mountain and watching tigers fight is about to succeed, if he is disturbed by this guy, it will most likely be bad.
Sure enough, the tauren also spoke:
"Old Freak Weng is right this time. Under such circumstances, this purple zombie cannot stay. Otherwise, it is impossible to say that this seat will join hands with Old Freak Weng to get rid of you."
The White Witch Corpse King struggled for a while, and finally sighed:
"Okay! This purple zombie is extremely important to me. Since the two of you said so, I would rather give up the chance of this marrow washing pool, so I took this purple zombie and left first."
Weng Qingyu and the tauren both stared up and down at Zhang Yang with surprised expressions on their faces. Unfortunately, without the assistance of divine sense, they didn't see anything strange in the end.