After checking the storage bag, Zhang Yang swept his consciousness again, and reached out to take out a small black bottle from Wang Yao's body.
Open it and smell it, a light breath comes oncoming.
Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, and dripped out a drop. He didn't dare to put it directly into his eyes, but carefully wiped it on his eyelids.
A faint blue light flashed, and Zhang Yang felt that his vision suddenly became clearer than ever before, and he could see everything around him clearly.
"Wow! What kind of spiritual water is this? Isn't it too heaven-defying? One drop can restore my eyesight?"
Zhang Yang became excited.
Since I became a zombie, although I can see things at night, I usually see things in a hazy way, which is really uncomfortable. Although I have cultivated spiritual consciousness, on the one hand, the range of spiritual consciousness is only about 100 meters; on the other hand, I can see things with my eyes , It is different from the experience of scanning information with spiritual consciousness.
I thought it would be like this for the rest of my life, but now that my eyesight has suddenly recovered, I feel so happy!
Looking around, the emerald green distant mountains are picturesque, as if you can never get enough of them.
"This fairy world is so fucking beautiful! Compared with this place, all the mountains and rivers in the original world are garbage dumps!"
Zhang Yang sighed.
After a while, Zhang Yang's excited face gradually turned cold.
Because, he found that the effectiveness of the spirit water was gradually decreasing, and his vision gradually became blurred.
I used to be vague and didn’t feel anything, but now I see things clearly for a while, and I just get used to enjoying it, but I’m beaten back to the original shape again, under the huge gap, the pain in my heart!
"Hey! Let me just say it! How could there be such a heaven-defying thing... Or, even if there was such a heaven-defying thing, how could it be in the body of such a small person as Wang Yao."
"I don't know what kind of spiritual water this is, but after applying it, it seems that within the effective period, people's eyesight can be greatly improved. Not only can they see more clearly and farther, but they can also see through the invisible talisman—hmm! That black talisman That's how the man in clothes saw me hiding in the wall of the cave, which made the sneak attack plan come to nothing."
"I just don't know, what will be the effect if this spirit water is wiped for a long time? Will it make the eyes evolve in essence?"
"I don't ask too much, I just need to restore the eyesight of ordinary people. It would be better if I could see through the invisibility talisman naturally."
"Unfortunately, there is only such a small bottle, so we can't do experiments."
Zhang Yang sighed, put the little black bottle into the storage bag, and didn't place much hope in getting more spiritual water.
After all, Zhang Yang saw Wang Yao's pained expression when he was using the spirit water. It shows that this thing is very precious, and getting a small bottle is already considered a burst of luck.
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"Huh? Why don't the other men in black have storage bags? This is too strange!"
"Could it be that they messed up too badly?"
Zhang Yang checked the other men in black, but only took out a small amount of spirit stones and some low-level talismans from his arms, but he didn't find the storage bag.
But he didn't know that if these men in black could still hear him, they would have to jump up and look for him desperately.
Storage bags are also relatively valuable in the realm of comprehension.
For an ancient sect like the Laoshan School, with the accumulation of thousands of years of experience, it can only be equipped for inner disciples. Even the top outstanding disciples of the outer sect like Taoist priest Minghe of Yinqu couldn't get into the storage bag.
Although the Corpse Refining Sect is a famous evil sect, they pay more attention to the blood coffin. Some space materials are all used by the sect to make blood coffins.
Therefore, among these men in black, only Wang Yao has a storage bag, which is quite normal.
Zhang Yang complained repeatedly in his heart, feeling that he had lost a lot. But he kept holding on, and put the things into Wang Yao's storage bag all at once.
Now, Zhang Yang has a total of three storage bags and a large pile of blood coffins.
What made Zhang Yang even more depressed was that the blood coffin could be put into the storage bag, but the storage bag could not be put into other storage bags.
Fortunately, the storage bag is not big, only the size of two palms. It is carried on the back and hidden in the clothes. It is not in the way, and it is not very obvious.
However, the number of blood coffins is a bit too much, a total of eight.
Although the size of the blood coffin is also not big, only about a foot long. But if you put them all into the storage bag, the storage bag will be stretched slowly, and other things will not be able to fit.
Zhang Yang selected the blood coffins of Wang Yao, Zhang Jun, and Zhao Dalu, and filled them with the seventh-level wandering corpse, the sixth-level wandering corpse, and the other two fifth-level wandering corpses.
Then put the three blood coffins into the storage bag.
As for the rest, they found a place to bury them. Take it out later if you have the chance.
Of course, these blood coffins are not very eye-catching to Zhang Yang, and he doesn't intend to come back to pick them up now.
After tidying up everything, Zhang Yang entered the cave and looked at the Yin spring. Although he was very reluctant to give up, he also knew that he had to give up for the time being.
Yinquan's attraction to corpse repairers is simply too great.
Zhang Yang learned from the conversation between Wang Yao and the others that they had already notified the sect. Elites from the Corpse Refining Sect may come over at any time.
If Zhang Yang stayed here, he would definitely be caught and turned into a zombie puppet.
Greed is fatal! Although Yinquan is good, you have to live to enjoy it.
Thinking about this truth clearly, Zhang Yang wished he could leave immediately.
Unfortunately, the sun was shining brightly outside. A few tens of meters near the entrance of the cave is fine, the wind is bleak, and the sun is dimmed; but as long as it is a little farther away, it will not work.
Zhang Yang was anxious, so he could only force himself down, lying in the coffin, resting and practicing to recover.
Two hours passed, the sun went down, and Zhang Yang's condition had been adjusted to the best.
After walking out of the cave and looking back, Zhang Yang secretly swore in his heart: "Corpse Refinement Sect! Forced me to abandon my homeland! Hmph! When I become stronger one day, I will definitely kill your mountain gate, destroy your sect, and take back Yinquan!"
"Moreover, from now on, the Corpse Refining Sect is my mortal enemy! Don't let me meet the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect who are alone in the future. Once I encounter them, I will hide if I can't beat them; if I can beat them, all women will go first!" , rape, rear, kill and then suck blood; all men will directly suck blood—no! Men must first chicken, rape, kill and then suck blood!"
"Quack quack quack! If you dare to steal my things, I will never end with you! We will not stop!"
Zhang Yang smiled evilly, and his already blue-faced and fang-toothed face became even more ferocious.
The Corpse Refining Sect—an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, and a well-known evil sect in the cultivation world—would never have imagined that a little zombie that they accidentally offended today would wipe out their entire body in the near future. sect.
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On the third day after Zhang Yang left, a streak of light pierced the sky and went straight to the top of the U-shaped valley.
It was clearly seen in front of him that it turned out to be an old man with black beard wearing a black Taoist robe and stepping on a flying sword; behind him was a thin middle-aged man. The two carried a small coffin more than a foot long behind their backs, indicating their identities.
Being able to fly with a sword is a means only available to monks above the Foundation Establishment Stage. In other words, this black-bearded old man is at least a foundation cultivator.
In just a few days, there were foundation-building monks rushing over, which is enough to show that the Corpse Refining Sect attaches great importance to Yinquan.
"It should be this valley without a doubt. I just don't know what happened to Wang Yao and the others. They didn't contact us all day and night, and they didn't report the situation of Yinquan to the teacher." The old man with black beard looked anxious.
"No matter what the situation is, with Master, you will definitely solve it easily." The thin middle-aged man complimented with a flattering smile on his face.
If Zhang Yang were here, he would definitely laugh out loud—this Corpse Refining Sect really has a tradition of flattering!
However, now the black-bearded old man was obviously not in the mood to enjoy this flattery, but lowered the flying sword and started flying over the valley.