"Proceed with caution! When in danger, try to protect yourself, and then use this letter to ask for help! Go!" Zhang Yang waved his hand.
"Yes, Master/Sir God Master!"
With a promise, everyone drove Dunguang one after another and left the ring hut.
At this time, the comprehension continent has undergone earth-shaking changes.
After Jiuying's retreat, although the overall strength of the Yaozu is still higher than that of the human race, but because there is no unified leadership, it has already been in chaos.
As for those demon kings, they were originally only in charge of the affairs between the various tribes. It was okay to let them unite to launch a beast tide in a short period of time, but it was not good to let them jointly occupy the territory of the human race for a long time.
The surviving human monks, under the leadership of some high-ranking monks, regained several spiritual veins that originally belonged to them.
Although the human race is still in a weak position, they already have the right to speak for survival.
In this balanced and tense atmosphere, it is extremely appropriate for the ghost servant and blood slave to go out for training.
Zombie Zhang Yang himself, after collecting the silver-winged magic ants, also walked out of the ring hut, and began to travel the entire cultivation world. While practicing, he also searched for other mysterious gray irons.
The mysterious gray iron is simply a cheating tool for Zhang Yang to improve his strength. Every fusion, the strength can be improved.
Zhang Yang has no information about the Wuman Ancestral Temple for the time being. However, with the increase in the amount of fused mysterious gray iron, Zhang Yang's sensitivity to the mysterious gray iron has also become stronger and stronger.
He can sense it within a certain range.
So, travel! Traveling is the best way.
The human Zhang Yang is still retreating and enlightening in the ring hut.
In this way, the practice and experience will not be delayed, and unless the innate supernatural powers of shaping the avatar are annihilated by the soul, otherwise, as long as one of the two avatars does not fall, Zhang Yang will not fall.
Leaving a clone is also for safety reasons.
Of course, Zombie Zhang Yang is originally a flying zombie of Dzogchen, with many treasures beside him, plus several kinds of innate supernatural powers, there is no problem at all in the world of cultivation.
So, in order to break through the obstacles and advance to the Hanba, the zombie Zhang Yang started his long journey.
…
Decades have passed by in a blink of an eye.
hold head high-
One hundred thousand mountains, the central mountain range.
With a hiss and roar, a huge mountain pusher fell to the ground.
clatter!
With a soft sound, the zombie Zhang Yang's feet fell to the ground.
The mouth opened wide, and the devouring technique was launched.
Puff puff!
Several blood injections sprayed out directly like a fountain, pouring into Zhang Yang's big mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the Tuishan Beast's huge body like a mountain of meat had turned into a mummy.
Zombie Zhang Yang was full of blood. Under the operation of the kung fu, in a short time, the blood energy was absorbed, and it returned to normal.
"A little mountain pusher of level seven dares to yell at this deity, it really doesn't know how to live or die!"
Zhang Yang licked his lips and muttered.
He paused and was about to leave.
Suddenly, buzz—
A slight rhythmic fluctuation.
This true rhythm fluctuation is obviously not too violent, and the distance is relatively far away, even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators may not be able to sense it.
However, for a strong man like Zhang Yang, this kind of fluctuation is naturally as obvious as a distant light in the dark night.
Zhang Yang was overjoyed.
"Looking at the fluctuation of this rhythm, it is the fluctuation of the law of heaven and earth when Mao Zang advances to the half-step Flying Zombie breakthrough. I don't know who among them broke through first?"
Zhang Yang was not kept waiting.
Only a moment later, there was a crisp "click", and a jade slip in Zhang Yang's hand shattered.
Zhang Yang touched the armrest and laughed immediately:
"Amir! It turned out that Amir broke through first!"
"Ghost servant and blood slave are fine, now, Bu Feng and Ji La must be in a hurry!"
Just as Zhang Yang guessed.
Somewhere in the distant Xuyunze, a large piece of ground is fragmented. The earth burst into huge cracks.
Obviously, there has just been a big battle here.
In the collapsed mountain, half-covered and half-exposed, is a huge monster.
This monster was about four to five feet tall, and its appearance was very similar to that of a wild boar, except that what stretched from the back to the back of the butt was not a tail, but a white bone spur.
In the air, two burly figures floated in the air, with tattered clothes.
These two figures are exactly Jila and Amir.
Amir's face was full of surprise and disbelief. Jira's face was full of shock.
"Amir... you... you broke through?"
Feeling the obvious coercion on Amir, Gila stammered a bit.
"Yes! I broke through! I broke through! Hahaha..." Amir let out a laugh.
Boom!
The mana in his body burst out suddenly, his breath surged, and his tattered clothes "cracked".
From a distance, it seems that the whole body is wrapped in a mass of black flames.
"This is the power of half-step flying stiff! Hahaha..."
Amir looked at the gnarled muscles all over his body, with an indescribable excitement on his face.
Beside, Gila, who had been in a state of shock, finally reacted. While envious, there is also a sincere smile.
"Congratulations, Amir! I didn't expect that among us, you were the first to break through. Don't talk about Mr. Bufeng now, even the two master servants haven't broken through yet!"
Jira's tone is always full of envy.
The few of them, since they came out to practice for decades, have been working hard, and they all want to break through first.
It is undoubtedly a great honor to be able to break through first before one's own companions.
"Well, I didn't expect that either! I would also like to thank you, Jira, if you hadn't joined hands with me to kill this monster and let me have some insights in the battle, I would not have been able to break through so quickly. I can only say , we are luckier, this monster did not bring us disaster, it is simply a gift from heaven, it is a teaching specimen to help us break through!"
With an excited expression on Amir's face, he crushed a jade slip while talking, and reported to Zhang Yang and other companions.
"Yeah! I also have some insights from the battle just now. Moreover, I have witnessed your breakthrough process and the descending process of the law. I feel that I have also touched the threshold of breakthrough. Amir, you wait , I will not let you pull down too much, soon, I will catch up with you!"
Gila's tone was filled with firmness and enormous confidence.
"Okay! Jira, I'm waiting for you to catch up! But, you have to work hard, I will not stand still! I will continue to practice as soon as possible, and try to touch the real threshold of flying stiffness as soon as possible. The Lord God said Yes, we may have an inevitable battle in the near future. Only when we become Flying Zombies or even Drought Babies can we have the power to protect ourselves in this battle and be able to help God Lord! We must all work hard!" Amir waved his fist and said.
"Work hard!" Gila also waved her fist.
…
Arctic icebergs.
The white snow field, reflected a bit stinging to the eyes.
call out-
Two streaks of light, wrapped in bursts of gray-black thick smoke, swayed across the sky in a gloomy wind.
Suddenly, the two streamers paused, and their figures appeared, but they were two burly zombies.
These two zombies had extremely strange expressions on their faces, staring at a certain place in the Western Xuyun Ze.
"Did you feel the fluctuation of this rhythm?" the ghost servant asked.
"Well! It seems that someone broke through!" Xue Nu nodded.
"I don't know if it's one of us?"
"It should be! This kind of rhythmic fluctuation, I have felt it when I followed the master. This is the fluctuation of the law of Mao Zang's perfect breakthrough to half-step flying rigid. Now on the comprehension continent, if there is a chance to break through, the few of us The opportunity is the greatest."
It was useless for them to guess too much, and soon, a piece of jade slip around his waist burst apart with a "click".
Reaching out to touch and probe, both of them had such expressions as expected. At the same time, he was a little surprised.
"It's Amir! The first one to break through is actually Amir!"
"Hmm! It seems that Amir is the latest to join the master's command, right?"
"right!"
"The two of us have to work hard! We are the master's soul slaves, the power of the master's blood flows in our bodies, and we have followed the master for the longest time, but we break through behind others. If we are pulled far away by those little guys , but it's a bit too ugly!"
"Well! Breaking through in battle is the best effect. As long as we find the half-step ninth-level ice bear deep in the extreme north iceberg, we can break through."
"Walk!"
Perhaps because of the origin of the zombie puppets, ghost servants and blood slaves usually don't talk much. It is very rare to make an exception this time and say so many words.
The two of them made up their minds, so they didn't say anything more, they all got up the Dunguang and went straight forward.
…
Cultivate the central part of the mainland.
On a huge rock, Bufeng and Uman sat and stood.
Among them, a bonfire was burning, and a wooden stick was driving on it, roasting the huge hind legs of an unknown monster.
Under the rock, the corpse of a fire-scaled ox lay horizontally on the ground, its eyes staring like a commander's. There were no injuries on its body, only one hind leg was removed. Explained the grilled hind leg.
"I really don't understand you guys, how delicious such fresh blood is! If the food is cooked, what's the taste of it?" Bu Feng clicked his tongue repeatedly.
His time as a human being is only a short ten years. And it has been thousands of years to be a zombie.
Relatively speaking, human memory is too weak, and it has almost been forgotten long ago.
What he said in return was Uman's coquettish white smoke.
Zizizi—
Roasted by the fire, the color of the beef leg gradually became golden, exuding a strong fragrance and delicious taste.
Seeing that the heat was about the same, Uman grabbed both ends of the wooden stick with both hands, opened his mouth, and began to swallow.