After two years.
Zhang Yang's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Feeling the surging mana in his body and the powerful physical strength, a smile appeared on his face.
Black Zombie Intermediate!
Finally successfully advanced to the black zombie intermediate level!
Ever since a group in the Tianfu ruins seemed to have reached the critical point of the initial stage of black stiffness, and was only a hair away from advancing to the intermediate level, it took a full two years to officially advance.
Even so, Zhang Yang was already very satisfied.
In the past two years, the biggest trouble for Zhang Yang was the power of lightning he absorbed during the thunder tribulation.
It has to be said that with the nourishment of the power of thunder and lightning, Zhang Yang's body is indeed more sturdy than before, but this power of lightning is also very troublesome to deal with.
Zhang Yang finally used the way of spiritual guidance to hit it up and temporarily store it in his body.
This also gave Zhang Yang a determination to find opportunities to practice some lightning-attribute spells and minds. With the power of lightning in his body, I believe that the power will not be too weak.
The promotion was successful, but Zhang Yang didn't leave the level right away. Instead, with a flick of his finger, a monster nearly ten feet tall appeared in front of him, covered in pitch-black iron armor, with two sharp axes in his hands... It was the psychic monster of King Puwang Zongxiong. puppet.
After the old monster bear was beheaded, this psychic puppet lost its owner and became an ownerless thing.
Although it is said to be a psychic puppet, it does not possess life and wisdom in the true sense, but can only understand some simple language commands of the master. Once the master dies, there is nothing to fear.
Zhang Yang looked at the psychic puppet with fiery eyes. This big black guy has the strength of the Nascent Soul stage! Although it is much worse than the Nascent Soul cultivators of the same level due to reasons such as not knowing how to adapt, it is still enough to be a big help.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang immediately released his consciousness and began to erode towards the crystal nucleus of the psychic puppet.
The psychic puppet trembled, and even exuded waves of resistance.
Zhang Yang had been prepared for a long time, and he was not surprised, but continued to use his spiritual sense to force the past...
It is not an easy task to subdue the psychic puppet. After seven full days, Zhang Yang stood up with a sigh of relief.
Compared with the high-spirited seven days ago, Zhang Yang looks a little tired now, but the expression on his face is extremely excited.
"Tie Kui, from now on your name will continue to be Tie Kui, and you will follow this deity to explore the world of cultivation and protect this deity well."
"Yes, Master!"
The psychic puppet's eyes flashed red, and the urn agreed.
Zhang Yang inspected it again, then waved his sleeve reluctantly and put it away.
This time to subdue Tie Kui, most of what was lost was his consciousness. Zhang Yang sat cross-legged and spent several days recovering to his best condition.
With a flick of the finger, a jade box appeared in his hand. But seeing that the jade box was scattered all over the place, there were several talismans stuck on it.
Squeeze the spell with your fingers, and with a touch, these talismans will be automatically peeled off and suspended in the air.
Slap!
With a soft sound, the jade box seemed to be pushed open by something, a black streamer flashed, and it was about to escape into the distance.
With a big hand, Zhang Yang took the ray of light into his hand.
"Let go of me! You monster! Sooner or later, the poor will suck your soul out and make you die!" A small man several inches tall roared at Zhang Yang with a ferocious face, baring his teeth. It is the Nascent Soul of Wu Ya Lao Dao.
Zhang Yang laughed, ignored him, stretched out his hand to take out the Wanyao Banner from the Nawu Ring, and gestured to the old Taoist Wuya twice.
"You... what are you going to do?" Looking at the face of the Wan Yao Banner, Wu Ya also showed a terrifying expression.
"It's nothing! I just thought that if there was an old Nascent Soul, my Wan Yao Banner would be more powerful." Zhang Yang smiled evilly.
"You... junior! How dare you! I am the former head of the Tianyuzong. If you dare to treat me like this, the entire Tianyuzong will not let you go!" In Wuya's mournful voice, it was obvious that he was stern.
"Hey, the former head of Tian Yuzong? So you have become the predecessor? It can't be because the Tushita Palace was destroyed last time. What responsibility did you take? Tsk tsk! That's really embarrassing." Zhang Yang Speechless again and again, he looked at Old Daoist Wu Ya with great interest.
"Junior! You let this deity go quickly. This deity may be able to let the past go, if not, you should know the pros and cons." The old Taoist Wuya seems to have not yet recovered from the pain of losing his body. When he saw Zhang Yang, he just gritted his teeth.
Zhang Yang's face turned cold:
"Hmph! I will let you know the pros and cons first! You and I have no grievances and no enmity, but you old bastard actually wants to put me in the three-flavored pill furnace to refine me to death. If this enmity is not avenged, I, Zhang Yang Just follow your last name!"
Hearing the pain of being captured by Monk Misha, and thinking about being put into the Sanwei Dan furnace for sacrifice by this old Taoist Wuya, Zhang Yang felt his teeth itch with hatred.
Although in the end, by chance, he became the beneficiary, but this did not alleviate Zhang Yang's hatred for the old Taoist Wu Ya at all.
Turning his eyes, Zhang Yang changed his mind again, put away the Wan Yao Banner with his hands, and took out a fiery red bottle.
"Hehehe, since you once wanted to refine this zombie master, now this zombie master will use his own method and give it back to him, so that you can taste the burning taste."
"What are you going to do! What are you going to do!" Old Daoist Wu Ya screamed sadly, looking at the fiery red bottle, his face was terrified.
Although it is only the body of Nascent Soul, he can clearly feel the strong flame power from this bottle. Needless to say, this hateful zombie must have come up with extremely cruel methods to deal with him.
As if to confirm his conjecture, Zhang Yang suddenly cast out a few spells, and with the fluctuating spiritual light, the old Taoist Wuya was immediately firmly shackled.
Boom!
With a soft sound, the lid of the fiery red bottle had just been opened, and Old Daoist Wu Ya had already been stuffed in.
Then, before the fire power in the bottle rushed out, the bottle cap was quickly closed again, and Zhang Yang followed up with a few spells to seal the bottle cap firmly.
Among the fiery red bottles was naturally the bottle of Nine Flames that Shangguan Mo'er subdued.
Although the Fire of Nine Flames cannot be compared with Sanwei Zhenhuo, its power cannot be underestimated. Compared with ordinary flames, it is not known how many times stronger.
Moreover, it was precisely because of this that the old Taoist Wuya was really in bad luck. If it was a sharp flame like Sanwei Zhenhuo, it would burn his Nascent Soul to ashes in a short period of time, but now the fire of Nine Flames is training him little by little, and the pain in it can be imagined.
ah-
Even through the bottle, Zhang Yang could hear the screams.
Zhang Yang's clear eyes were fully opened, and he could clearly see through the bottle the old Taoist Wu Ya who was struggling in the sea of flames.
"Ah—an evil beast! Even if the poor Taoist is a ghost, he won't let you go!"
The flames of the Nine Flames turned into fire phoenixes, circling back and forth around Wu Ya's old Taoist Yuan Ying, puffs of white smoke rose, and the Yuan Ying made a "sizzling" sound.
Perhaps because he was aware of his situation, the old Taoist Wuya finally fell into despair, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if the poor Taoist blew himself up, it won't make you feel better."
As he said that, his face was startled, and he saw the majestic aura surging from Wuya Lao Dao Yuanying's body, but just when it swelled a little, it was quickly shrunk by the fire of the nine flames, and the aura was extremely weak.
"No-"
The old Taoist Wuya yelled again.
When Zhang Yang heard that the other party was going to blew himself up, he was startled, but he wasn't too scared. He didn't know how powerful Nascent Soul's self-destructed Nascent Soul was, but he was absolutely confident in his defense.
However, seeing that the old Taoist Wu Ya didn't respond, he soon became clear that the fire of the Nine Flames had already determined him to death. Poor old Taoist Wuya, he refused to blew himself up at the beginning, but now he wants to blew himself up, but he can't.
Looking at the old Daoist Wu Ya who was struggling and screaming in the flames, Zhang Yang didn't have much sympathy, but felt extremely happy.
For this old Taoist priest who tried to refine himself, Zhang Yang naturally repaid him with the most vicious means.
It has to be said that Wuya Lao Dao Yuanying's Dzogchen cultivation base is quite good, and he persisted in the bottle for several hours before his voice faded away.
"Tsk tsk! Why did you die in just a few hours? I still want to practice you for seventy-seven forty-nine days! It seems that you must control the heat in the future! Next time! After you catch the great monk Misha, you must He practiced for seven to forty-nine days, ninety-nine and eighty-one days. That guy is the chief culprit, the most abominable thing!"
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue, feeling a little pity in his heart.
Then he took out the Wan Yao Banner and those magic weapons that collected the soul power of the Nascent Soul monster.
Under the mobilization of spiritual consciousness, real white smoke came out from those magic weapons, and they quickly condensed into human shapes one by one.
These soul powers are the purest soul powers. As for human consciousness, etc., they have long been annihilated by the large formation outside the marrow washing pool.
Therefore, although these soul powers are powerful, they lack a vicious aura, but are flat and stupid. Naturally, Zhang Yang can't make them the main soul king of Wan Yao Banner.
After thinking for a while, Wan Yao Banner's move was like a vortex, sucking the white smoke into it.
As soon as the consciousness moved, there were gusts of dark wind, and all ghosts howled together.
Led by the wild rhinoceros of the earth, a group of monster beasts and human souls rushed over with grinning teeth, and opened their sharp teeth one after another, biting towards the white smoke.
The white smoke had no consciousness at all, and didn't even have the intention of avoiding it. In just a moment, it was completely swallowed by tens of thousands of souls.
Among them, as the soul king, the wild rhinoceros of the earth naturally devoured the most land, and under the soaring aura, there were faint signs of breaking through to the soul of a seventh-level monster.
When this wild rhinoceros was taken in, it was only a monster beast at the peak of level five. After so many years of training, it has reached the level of peak level six. Coupled with its strong bloodline, it is enough to suppress the soul streamer. In other living souls.