The more Zhang Yang looked at it, the more he felt it was suitable. This is simply the lair bestowed by God.
There are two holes behind the ancient tomb, which are left by tomb robbers at first glance.
Zhang Yang moved his stiff body, and with some difficulty climbed into the robbery hole and entered the tomb.
This may be the burial place of some prince or nobleman. The tomb has a huge area, and there is a coffin in the center. When it was opened, the heavy sarcophagus fell to the side.
All kinds of burial items in the coffin have been looted long ago.
The bones of the owner of the tomb were pulled out of the coffin and randomly piled up in the corner of the tomb. Zhang Yang's spiritual sense scanned it, and he could even see that a few of them had been smashed, as if a tomb robber had accidentally stepped on them.
If it were Zhang Yang before crossing, the horrifying elements of tombs and skeletons would be enough to scare the shit out of him.
However, in the past year or so, Zhang Yang has eaten human beings, so is he still afraid of a skeleton
However, in the "bedroom" there is a skeleton dangling in front of his eyes, which always makes him uncomfortable. So go forward.
"You are really pitiful. You have to be tortured like this after you die."
"If I want to occupy your tomb, it is considered to be a favor from you. A man is a big zombie, and he will repay his favor. I will bury you first, and then I will find a place with better geomantic omen to rebury you. Bar!"
Anyway, the feng shui of this tomb has changed, and it is no longer suitable for burying bones. Zhang Yangjiu took over the magpie's nest, and he didn't blame himself much.
The sharp claws waved, and easily dug a hole in the hard rammed earth, arranged the bones, and buried them.
In the tomb room full of filth, human beings might suffocate if they stay longer, but Zhang Yang stretched his body, breathing freely with every inch of skin in his body, which was extremely comfortable.
Lying in the sarcophagus, with a yin condensate pearl in his mouth, he began to absorb yin energy and temper his body.
Run the exercises of "Taiyin Refining Shape·Body Refining Chapter" to absorb traces of yin energy and transform them into mana airflow; then guide the airflow to escape into the body to nourish every cell.
Zhang Yang discovered that it may be because the body cells have absorbed a certain amount of airflow, and they are not as hungry as they were at the beginning, so the speed of absorption has slowed down significantly.
Of course, this slowness is compared to absorbing the blood essence of the blue-and-white giant python. If it is compared to simply relying on the sea of qi to absorb it before, it is not known how many times faster.
"According to the current speed, I'm afraid it won't take a few months for me to return to the sixth level of the zombie. It's just that I don't have a cyclone. I don't know what standard should be used to determine the level?"
"When the mana in my whole body is full and I can't accommodate any more excess, then I will be at the peak of the zombie. If the mana stored in my body is compressed from a gaseous state to a liquid state, it will be a successful foundation building and an advanced purple stiff."
"These are all fine, but I don't have a standard for judging the level between the first-level wandering corpse and the ninth-level wandering corpse!"
Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.
On the road of cultivation, the three thousand ways are finally one.
Whether human monks, zombies, or all kinds of demon cultivators, the elements they absorb and the methods of cultivation may be different, but they will all be transformed into their own mana. The standards for promotion are also quite the same.
"It doesn't matter so much, as long as I practice fast enough, it doesn't matter what level he is? It will be clear at the peak of the wandering corpse."
Zhang Yang could only comfort himself.
Zombie Zhang Yang's work and rest schedule is like that of a night owl. Coupled with the fact that his physical strength has just returned to the stage of wandering corpses, he is really excited. After only practicing for a while, he suddenly thinks of Zhan Linpin, which he got from a thin middle-aged man, and he can't stay still any longer.
He reached out to pick up the storage bag and looked at it, but he didn't take out the contents immediately.
"The people of Corpse Refining Sect can find my location based on the blood coffin, but it's hard to guarantee that they can't find my location based on other things. I'd better be more cautious. This nest was found with great difficulty, so it can't be easily exposed."
With that in mind, come out of the coffin.
After thinking for a while, he took out a robe from the original storage bag, spread it out and placed it on the ground. Zhang Yang only had four storage bags, and he had seized a lot of loot, but there were quite a lot of laundry in them. Zhang Yang threw away more than half of them, but kept some of them.
He dug out the bones that had just been buried, wrapped them in a robe, tied them firmly on his back, and after exiting the ancient tomb, he took out a magic amulet and quickly fled towards the distance.
It took an hour to escape for more than a hundred miles, and found a place with good Fengshui on the way to bury the bones of the owner of the ancient tomb, which was a small matter.
After another quick escape, he stopped his figure.
"That's right here! After the inspection, leave quickly. Even if the Corpse Refining Gate can find this place afterwards, it is impossible to follow the ancient tomb."
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and patted the storage bag, and with a movement of his consciousness, a blood coffin appeared in his hand.
"The people from the Corpse Refining Sect were able to track me through the spirit plate, which means that there is something in the blood coffin that can cause the spirit plate to react. What exactly is it?"
Zhang Yang released his consciousness and scanned the blood coffin with his heart.
Soon, a black mark in the lower left corner of the blood coffin caught his attention.
This black imprint is covered by the red paint of the blood coffin, if it is not for the scanning of the soul, it will definitely not be found.
"Huh? It seems to be coagulated dry blood."
With a light swipe of Zhang Yang's sharp claws, the mark and the paint were scratched off, and he threw it more than ten meters away.
Take out the spirit plate to have a look again, sure enough, the pointer of the spirit plate locked tightly to the direction of the imprint.
"Haha! Sure enough. It looks simple, but if you are not an expert in the Foundation Establishment Stage and don't know how to release your spiritual consciousness, you will never be able to find this imprint no matter what."
After finding the problem, he used the same method to erase the imprints of the other blood coffins.
In this way, the problem of the four blood coffins will be completely resolved, and it will be truly owned by Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang took out a blood coffin he got from a thin middle-aged man, opened the coffin lid and saw a "little zombie" lying inside, besides that, there was quite a lot of space.
The moment he opened the lid of the coffin, a powerful aura rushed towards his face.
Zhang Yang's face changed. This breath actually made him feel a trembling from his soul. This is definitely the coercion of a high-level existence on a low-level existence.
"Being sealed and suppressed in the blood coffin can still have such a powerful aura, if it is released, how terrifying will it be?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang finally calmed down.
I saw that the rough skin of this zombie covered with elm bark was dark purple, and it looked like it had a very strong defense force; the face was full of ferociousness, and the long fangs were protruding and exposed, extremely sharp; the sharp claws gleamed A chilling light, more terrifying than the mightiest of beasts to look at...
Purple stiff!
Moreover, I'm afraid it's a purple zombie with a high rank!
"I don't know how that thin middle-aged man got this purple stiff puppet?"
"Fortunately, he hasn't advanced to the foundation building stage yet, so he can't leapfrog to control the purple zombie puppets. Otherwise, I'm afraid that even if ten of them are screwed together, they will be instantly killed by others!"
Zhang Yang rejoiced inwardly, then was excited again:
"Haha! Good! This sealed purple zombie is simply a puppet material given to me by the gods! As long as I advance to the purple zombie and temper it into my zombie puppet, I will immediately get a big help. "
Zhang Yang was so happy that he just wanted to hug this purple zombie and kiss him.
Needless to say, this sealed purple zombie is the most precious trophy Zhang Yang has obtained since his time travel.
Trying to suppress his excitement, he sealed the blood coffin and put it away.
He took out the storage bag he had seized from the thin middle-aged man, took out all the contents, checked it with his spiritual sense first, and checked everything after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.
There are not many talismans, only about 20 pieces, and they are also mainly corpse-suppressing talismans. The only thing that makes Zhang Yang feel relieved is that these talismans are all sixth-grade.
"Tsk tsk! It seems that this Corpse Refining Sect is really not good at making talismans! There are not many masters at the peak of the Qi Refining Period." Zhang Yang sighed repeatedly, secretly regretting in his heart.
Although the black flag was broken, Zhang Yang also rolled it over, holding it in his hand, feeling the eerie aura emanating from it.
"I seem to have heard that guy yelling, this seems to be called the Soul Devouring Banner, and it seems to be a relatively evil magic weapon."
"As a zombie, I am relatively evil in itself. If I have the opportunity, I can practice this thing. There are many ways to save my life."
There are also two bottles, one large and one small.
In the big bottle is a bottle full of Yin Condensation Beads.
"Hey, I was just saying that there will be no source in the future, and Yin Ningzhu should be used sparingly! Unexpectedly, this good son will be sent here to pay tribute!" Zhang Yang put it away happily.
The small bottle was only the size of a fingertip. Zhang Yang opened it and took a look. There was a scent of fragrance. He didn't know what it was. He didn't dare to take it casually. Still secretly a little regretful, why isn't it also a Yin Ningzhu
But he didn't know that this elixir was the foundation building elixir given to his apprentice by the old man with black beard, and he didn't know how many times more precious than Yin Ningzhu.
There are other things such as spirit stones in the storage bag, and even some dumped ammunition, including a few corpse bombs, are randomly placed.
After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yang immediately understood that the thin middle-aged man must have poured out all these pills in order to use the bottle to hold the Yin Ningzhu.
After thinking about it this way, he realized that the pills in that small bottle must be much more precious than Yin Ningzhu, and a thin middle-aged person would not be willing to store it casually.
"It seems that the harvest is still good." Zhang Yang secretly nodded with satisfaction.
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, after tidying up, immediately flee towards the opposite direction of the ancient tomb.
We made several turns along the way, waded through the river shoal several times, and returned to the ancient tomb after confirming safety.