Song Ziqi was so knowledgeable, which saved Zhang Yang a lot of trouble.
After a while, there were bursts of howling and collision sounds from giant elephants. It was obvious that Song Ziqi was already fighting with the ancient giant elephant.
Nascent Soul cultivator is at the same level as the eighth-level metamorphosis monster, so naturally there will be no problem dealing with the seventh-level monster. However, it is not so easy to destroy the powerful body of the ancient giant elephant.
Seeing that Song Ziqi had the upper hand, Zhang Yang focused on the blood slave.
There were bursts of violent roars in the sky. In the dazzling light, two lightning bolts could be seen striking down at the same time.
The blood slave has already started to use the Great Calamity Tribulation Technique, and his figure is suddenly divided into several, each of which has the same aura as the deity, and scattered the thunder and lightning that should have concentrated the attack.
If so, the Blood Slave would look very embarrassed if he was only bombarded by a bolt of lightning, and his aura was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning.
But Zhang Yang knew that the thunder tribulation was almost coming to an end.
Sure enough, after the last three watermelon-sized balls of light dragging their tails descended from the sky, instantly blasting through a mid-level defensive magic weapon, blasting the blood slave to the ground, almost crippling half of his body, the clouds in the sky finally began to dissipate.
The clouds of thunder calamity gathered quickly and dispersed quickly, and within a short time, the clear sky was restored.
Of course, if you are a cultivator, you can still sense the dense law breath from the sky.
hum—
Just when Zhang Yang was about to call the blood slave over, suddenly, a strange rhythm vibrated.
boom! boom!
Waves of fluctuating power of the blood interacted between Zhang Yang and the blood slave.
For a moment, Zhang Yang had a clear feeling, as if he and the blood slave were connected by real blood, the two were one, and the body of the blood slave was his own body.
Of course, this is just a feeling. Zhang Yang can be sure that the current blood slave is definitely not his clone, but has his own independent soul. Moreover, his spiritual wisdom has begun to awaken.
There was no precedent, and Zhang Yang did not understand what happened.
Crash!
With a sound, the blood slave shook off the gravel from his body and stood up from a big pit.
Tall and burly body, black fine scales, sharp claws, disheveled black hair, blue-faced fangs are extremely ferocious... black stiff! It is completely black and stiff.
However, the current blood slave is undoubtedly a bit miserable, with scorched and broken scars all over his body, his breathing is unstable, and his mana is about to be exhausted.
In addition to the black and stiff breath on his body, his strength has fallen to the lowest point, much weaker than the purple stiff state before the promotion.
It's no wonder that monks are at their weakest after the thunder tribulation, and only Zhang Yang, a pervert, has some exceptions.
Looking at the current state of the Blood Slave, even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator came over, he would be able to kill demons immediately.
Of course, if the blood slave is given a certain amount of time to recover his strength, he will become a frightening black zombie.
Then, something happened that stunned Zhang Yang.
Just when he moved his consciousness and ordered the blood slave to come over.
call out!
After a flash, the Blood Slave had already arrived in front of Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang's eyes widened instantly.
Teleport!
This turned out to be teleportation!
Blood slaves can also teleport!
For a moment, Zhang Yang somewhat understood the meaning of the feeling of being connected by blood and the power of blood fluctuations.
The blood slave is a zombie puppet refined by absorbing Zhang Yang's life essence. Zhang Yang once spent a lot of effort training it. Therefore, the blood slave has a certain ability to "swallow" before being promoted. It can't be compared with Zhang Yang's perverted devouring ability, but it is many times stronger than ordinary zombies.
But now after being promoted, the connection between the soul and the bloodline, and the fluctuation of the power of bloodline interaction, unexpectedly awakened the ability of teleportation in the blood slave's body.
Under the investigation of his spiritual sense, Zhang Yang was also able to confirm that what was awakened at the same time was also the ability of the body surface to weaken magic attacks.
ecstasy!
It's definitely ecstasy-worthy!
Originally, Zhang Yang helped the blood slave to advance only out of emotional considerations, and he never thought that a beginner's black hair would help him at all.
However, if it is a black zombie who knows how to teleport, and the scales on its body can weaken the ability of magic attacks, then the situation is completely different.
In the future, the blood slave will become his powerful arm!
The corners of his mouth were raised, and a smile bloomed on Zhang Yang's face. It was ferocious, but it had a unique charm.
"Owner!"
A teleportation exhausted the last remaining mana in the blood slave's body, and his breath became weaker.
"Very good! After advancing to Hei Zombie, you will have your own independent wisdom from now on." Zhang Yang nodded.
"Yes, master! After this promotion, I feel that there is suddenly something more in my mind, and I suddenly see the world around me more clearly. All of this is bestowed by the master." The blood slave's voice became more respectful.
Zombie puppets are advanced to black zombies, and after awakening their intelligence, they are generally very loyal to their masters. Just like the White Witch Corpse King, he himself is the zombie puppet of the master of the Corpse Refining Sect, and he has been extremely loyal to the Corpse Refining Sect throughout his life.
"Very good! From now on, you will follow this deity to fight north and south, and make me a zombie."
"Yes, Master!"
At this time, the battle between Song Ziqi and the ancient giant elephant in the distance was coming to an end. Song Ziqi attacked one after another. Although the ancient giant elephant had rough skin and thick flesh, under the repeated blows, it was at the end of its rope. It galloped back and forth, knocked over a large area of trees, and could not escape the fate of being beheaded.
puff!
Song Ziqi sent a flying sword, a stream of light pierced the heart of the ancient giant elephant, and another stream of light pulled out the demon pill of the ancient giant elephant.
Tom!
The heavy body of the ancient colossus fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The two huge wounds were shocking, and blood spurted out.
Zhang Yang grabbed his stiff body, spread his golden wings, and in a flash of light, he arrived in front of Song Ziqi.
Teleportation is the hole card, and it cannot be exposed casually until the critical moment.
"Song Dao's friendly approach!" Zhang Yang praised with a smile.
"Hehe, Zhang Daoyou is ridiculously praised!" Song Ziqi smiled, but his face was full of complacency.
In order not to be underestimated by Zhang Yang, he did his best in the battle just now. To be able to kill a seventh-level ancient giant elephant in such a short period of time is indeed something to be proud of for a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"I still have an unfeeling request, can I sell the corpse of this ancient giant elephant?"
Song Ziqi looked at the blood slave next to him and immediately understood what was going on.
"Fellow Daoist, you're welcome! It's just a corpse of an ancient giant elephant. If you need it, fellow Daoist, feel free to take it. It's a gift to congratulate your subordinates on their successful promotion."
The corpse of a seventh-level monster, covered in treasures, is also a bit tempting for Nascent Soul cultivators. Song Ziqi sent it off as soon as he said it, without blinking his eyes. Even though he knew it had a purpose, Zhang Yang's affection for him soared.
"In that case, thank you fellow daoist."
Zhang Yang was not polite, and with a flick of his consciousness, he gave the order to the blood slave.
"Yes, master!" The blood slave agreed, stepped on the ground with both feet, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of the corpse of the ancient giant elephant.
The mouth opened wide, and the sharp teeth were instantly inserted into the flesh and blood of the ancient giant elephant.
"Crack!"
With one bite, the devouring technique was immediately activated, and the blood essence from the meat mountain rushed into the blood slave's mouth.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the corpse of the ancient giant elephant shrank rapidly, turning into a mummy in a short time.
Song Ziqi was taken aback by such a rapid blood sucking speed. As a senior Nascent Soul cultivator, Song Ziqi is naturally well-informed. Although the blood-sucking speed of ordinary black zombies is fast, it is incomparable to this one in front of him.
Thinking about Zhang Yang's perverted blood-sucking speed in the rumors, he was able to suck the blood of more than a thousand monsters in a short period of time, and he felt relieved.
"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhang, your subordinate has powerful mana, congratulations!"
"Hehe, you're being polite!" Zhang Yang laughed, without denying it.
After the blood slave sucked the blood, his breath recovered a little, and the blood was surging all over his body, looking very terrifying.
"I don't know if you have anything else to prepare? I'm going back to Maiji Town now. If fellow Taoist has time, I will be grateful if you can go back with me." Song Ziqi sent out another invitation.
"I may have to spend some time in these 100,000 mountains in the future, so that my servant can restore his mana to its peak state. After this is done, I will definitely take a trip to Maiji Town."
Seeing Song Ziqi's disappointed expression when he heard the words, Zhang Yang smiled, and continued, "Of course! After I go down to Maiji Town, I will definitely go to Guiyunlou to look for you as soon as possible."
This is a hint that he is the first to look for Song Ziqi, that is to say, if Zhang Yang wants to join any force, he will be the first to consider the Guiyun Tower where Song Ziqi is located.
Of course, Zhang Yang has no intention of joining any force. If so, Song Ziqi's credit is also indispensable if they can make friends with each other.
Sure enough, Song Ziqi immediately became happy when he heard the words:
"Then I'll be waiting for you, fellow daoist, at Guiyun Tower."
The two were polite again, and separated.
The aura of the Blood Slave crossing the Thunder Tribulation just now was extremely powerful, and there might be some powerful beings attracted to it. Zhang Yang didn't want to cause trouble here, so he took the Blood Slave with him, and with the golden wings spread out behind him, his body turned into a streamer Flee to the distance.
About half an hour later, a black shadow suddenly appeared.
With a burly figure, green fluff all over his body, sharp claws and ferocious face, he is none other than Patriarch Tansang.
"Look at the remaining breath of the thunder calamity. The one who just survived the thunder calamity must be a zombie."
"Hey! It's a pity that I came a step late, otherwise, my zombie family will have another member."
"I don't know what kind of existence is against the sky. This is not a land of nine yin, and even the quality of yin qi is very average, but it can successfully overcome the thunder calamity. It's rare! It's rare!"
Patriarch Tansang sighed, searched, found nothing, and fled away.