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In the sky, a stream of light was flying away at high speed, suddenly there was a pause, and it was Zhang Zhanyuan who appeared.
At this time, Zhang Zhanyuan was reaching out to caress a jade slip on his waist.
"Huh? Kill Zombie Zhang Yang? Zombie Zhang Yang... hiss!"
Zhang Zhanyuan gasped immediately.
Zombie Zhang Yang's name may be unfamiliar to the current comprehension world, but it is absolutely no stranger to Zhang Zhanyuan, and even to the surviving monks in the Soul Eater Hall.
Just over a hundred years ago, Miao Lang, the master of the Soul Devouring Hall, and a group of newly promoted elders all fell into the hands of the zombie Zhang Yang and his party.
The aftermath of the battle at that time was engraved in Zhang Zhanyuan's heart like a curse, and every time he thought of it, he was terrified.
It's not bad that he is now a cultivator of transforming spirits, but he still can't change the fear in his heart.
You know, at that time, the master of Miaolang Palace was also a cultivator of transforming gods—that is, a cultivator of transforming gods who followed the righteous way step by step. He has experienced countless battles, has rich experience, and has a fairy weapon in his hand!
It is far from what Zhang Zhanyuan can match now.
Zhang Zhanyuan only felt his calves trembling.
Let yourself fight with that tyrannical zombie? Isn't this courting death!
However, Zhang Zhanyuan did not dare to disobey the new master's order. All his strength was bestowed by Gou Huan, moreover, he was a soul slave, as long as the other party had a thought, his soul would be annihilated.
Must move forward! Moreover, you can't do what you want and do what you want!
Zhang Zhanyuan stretched out his sleeves, looked at the Nawu rings in his hands, and checked with his spiritual sense several top-level magic weapons and a quasi-celestial weapon, and couldn't help but calm down a little.
"Relying on these treasures, if you just hinder the opponent, you may not be able to do it!"
Zhang Zhanyuan made up his mind in an instant, stretched his body, and fled towards the direction indicated in the jade slip.
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jittery—
With a long cry, a Garuda roc spread its wings and fled in the sky.
On the back of the Dapeng Garuda, a handsome man with blood red all over his body sat cross-legged, and next to him was the maid Ju Wei.
This blood-red man was undoubtedly Jiuying.
"It's close, it's ahead, I can sense it!" Jiuying whispered.
"Master, further ahead is Beiming Sea, that's where you fought that monk from Immortal Realm." Juwei reminded in a low voice.
"It can't be wrong! What I need is right there! I have already felt his strong call. Hurry up! Speed up!" Jiuying also lost his usual calm and urged.
"Yes, Master!"
With a promise, Jin Dapeng pumped his mana with all his strength, and waved his golden wings behind his back.
Every time you wave it, you can escape thousands of miles away.
On the ground, mountains and rivers retreated rapidly like boa constrictors dancing fast.
In front of you, you can already see the blue sea of Beiming in the distance...
"Um?"
Just as Zhang Yang put away all the magic weapons, he felt a slight fluctuation in the rock layer in front of him.
"It's really lingering!"
Zhang Yang's expression froze.
As soon as the Dharma seal was knotted in the hand, the Great Nirvana Palm was spread out, and wrapped in the billowing Yin Qi, a huge palm fiercely imprinted on the ground.
Boom!
Amidst the chaotic rocks, there was a scream, and a stone drill was blasted out with a palm.
When flying in the air, the body has already collapsed, completely torn apart by the palm force.
Crash!
The sound of creeping in the surrounding rock layers.
The blue light in Zhang Yang's eyes flickered, his clear eyes opened, and he glanced around, his face immediately became serious.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there are thousands of stone drills rapidly gathering towards him.
"Oops! Found!"
Zhang Yang's expression darkened.
As soon as he walked out of the ring hut, he grabbed a stone drill and conducted a soul search, knowing the current situation. These stone drills had already betrayed Jiuying, and they were working for the monk in the bright color robe.
Zhang Yang was not afraid of the thousands of stone drills in the surrounding area. What he was worried about was that the stone drills would attract the bright-colored robed monk when they sent messages to the outside world.
Zhang Yang has no plans to fight that bright-colored robed monk right now.
However, Zhang Yang knew that since his position had been exposed, it would be difficult to escape properly if he did not completely wipe out the nearby stone mandrills.
"Since that's the case, this deity will come and give you a small punishment!"
Zhang Yang's heart was burning with anger.
However, Zhang Yang's face quickly became calm, and his body, supported by mana, floated in the air and slowly rose.
At the same time, the hand dances in a peculiar pose.
"The way of heaven is strict, and only the law cannot be broken! All living beings will die, but the Lord of the Underworld will live forever! I sacrifice thousands of souls, please grant me the power of the great curse!"
Zhang Yang's low voice seemed to resound through the whole world, directly hitting the soul of every creature around.
Those gathering Shidrills also seemed to feel something was wrong, and all of them were stagnant, with terrified expressions on their faces, looking at Zhang Yang in the air.
Around, bursts of strange energy began to fluctuate.
Zhang Yang has performed the Great Curse technique more than once, and he is extremely proficient in the entire procedure. He took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banner with one hand, held a strange magic formula in his hand, and typed out several magic seals. In an instant, living souls were extracted from the banner one by one, totaling as many as tens of thousands.
Woo—
Aww—
All of a sudden, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves filled my ears.
"Great Lord of the Underworld, please accept my sacrifice and grant me the power of the Great Curse."
rumbling—
Following Zhang Yang's words, as usual, the void above his head suddenly burst open, revealing a grand altar as magnificent as a mirage.
The altar is in the shape of a skull as a whole, with a pair of black eyes, which makes people feel chills in their hearts. And Zhang Yang happened to be standing in the direction of the skull's mouth.
The altar is so big that the zombie Zhang Yang, who is more than ten feet tall, is like a small black spot in it.
Rao Zhang Yang didn't know that he had seen this altar once, and he was still in awe at this time.
Not to mention the stone drills nearby, all of them were terrified, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing, trembling with fear.
"Quick! Rock giants! Combine!"
Among the stone chirps, some elders shouted.
In Shi Zhi's mind, the rock giant is the most powerful existence, possessing incomparably powerful power.
Forming rock giants, maybe we can fight against this unknown existence
Crash!
Amidst the sound of rocks colliding, the stone drills united nearby and began to form rock giants.
…
Altar aspect.
Aww—
Woo—
Amidst the shrill howls of ghosts, the tens of thousands of living souls evaporated in an instant, turning into clouds of white smoke and dissipating in the cauldron in front of the altar.
hum—
There seemed to be a clear sound, but it didn't seem to be, a strange force fluctuated.
Zhang Yang clasped his hand and pointed to the sky with one finger, his face was peaceful.
"In the name of the lord of the underworld, I curse you ugly creatures-drills! You are not worthy of living in this world. I curse you, all stonedrills within a million miles will have their souls annihilated and fall to the ground and die!"
Swish!
When these words came out, Zhang Yang felt that all the energy and consciousness in his body was drained instantly. A black light shot out from the mouth of the big skull behind him, and spread out instantly, piercing into the endless space around.
The first ones to suffer were the thousands of shidrills nearby. The shidrills who were busy assembling at first stopped their movements one by one when they were covered by the black light.
Zhang Yang's spiritual sense probed, and he could see clearly.
Those stone drills had lost their eyesight and lost their vitality. It was obvious that their souls had been annihilated.
Tom! Tom! Tom!
Amidst bursts of dull sounds, pieces of stone drills fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Annihilation of the soul, death of the body!
The black light didn't stop there, but pierced towards a more distant place.
Anyone within the range, even if it is a stonedrill hiding in the rock layer, will fall to death without exception.
The stone drills had received orders and were heading towards Zhang Yang's direction.
However, their figures running away in the rock suddenly stopped.
The soul is annihilated, and the vitality is lost! The corpses of these stone drills will remain in the rock forever, and there will be no chance of seeing the sun again.
…
"Great Curse!"
"It's a big curse!"
Gou Huan immediately sensed this breath, and almost jumped up in excitement.
"This zombie... should have cast a big curse to deal with the stone mandrill!"
Gou Huan had seen Zhang Yang's thunder calamity before. The more terrifying the power of the thunder tribulation, the stronger the cultivator will be after successfully crossing the tribulation. Gou Huan didn't think that with Zhang Yang's strength, it would be necessary to use the Great Curse to deal with Zhang Zhanyuan's trash.
Thinking of this, Gou Huan lowered his head and glanced at Ming Luo beside him.
This poor Great Elder of the Stone Drill Clan didn't know that his race had just suffered a serious injury, and when he saw Master Gou Huan looking over, he immediately responded with a flattering smile.
"It doesn't matter if these humble stone drills are dead. It's just that when the great curse is cast, the strange power will be conveyed to the heavens, and the ancestor must be able to sense it."
"Thousands of years have passed since the ancestor gave me the task. I have not paid anything back. Instead, I let the big curse technique be used again and again. I am afraid that the ancestor must be furious."
"This time, we must catch that flying zombie! Otherwise, it will be hard for the ancestor to explain. No way, the ancestor is disappointed in us, and it is possible to send people to the lower realm again!"
"I hope that guy Zhang Zhanyuan can start to work and stop that zombie, just wait for the deity to arrive."
Gou Huan began to feel anxious, and with the surge of mana, her figure sped up a bit.
…
Gou Huan's worry was completely justified.
At this time, in a floating hall in the sky of the fairy world, an old man with a white hair and a childlike face guarding the iron crutch was roaring angrily: "Trash! What a waste!"
"Two true immortals, in the lower realm of the body, have not achieved any results so far. They let the big curse technique be used again!"