Zombie Evolution

Chapter 54: Destiny must be in your own hands

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At night, the moonlight is clear.

Zhang Yang came out to collect spiritual grass, and after a symbolic turn around as usual, he took out the one he had hidden the night before, then looked for a safe and secret place, thought for a while, and took out a blood coffin from the storage bag .

Open the lid of the coffin, and a ferocious zombie is lying in the coffin, with a powerful breath blowing towards his face.

"Hmph! Fortunately, Mr. Fang doesn't bother to check my storage bag, otherwise, I don't know if this purple zombie can be kept."

Looking at the purple zombie in the blood coffin, Zhang Yang looked cold and resolute. After some hesitation, he made up his mind and slapped the blood coffin.

call out!

A black light flashed, and the purple zombie appeared in front of him.

Rough skin like old tree bark, blue-faced fangs, ferocious face, beast-like nails, a stout body... exuding a terrifying coercion.

This is purple stiff.

I saw this purple zombie with his eyes closed, and a ginger-yellow corpse-suppressing talisman on his forehead flickered, which seemed to be of extraordinary grade.

"As a wandering corpse, it is extremely dangerous to try to control Zizombie across the ranks. Once ordinary people fail, there is a high possibility of being backlashed and controlled."

"However, there is "Taiyin Refining Shape" suppressed in the depths of my soul consciousness, so even if I fail, I won't be counter-controlled. It doesn't hurt to take a risk and try."

Although Zhang Yang said so in his heart, he also understood that if he really wanted to step up the control of Zizhi, the danger involved would definitely not be so simple.

Zhang Yang is not a madman who likes to take risks, but there is nothing he can do now.

Old Fang prepared cold yin quenching body soup for him, which had tangible benefits for his body.

Zhang Yang could clearly feel that after yesterday's tempering, both physically and mana had greatly improved.

However, Zhang Yang just couldn't understand it.

His subconscious mind told him that Old Fang definitely didn't want nothing.

The current Zhang Yang is completely controlled by Mr. Fang, and he doesn't even have the power to resist.

Zhang Yang didn't like this feeling very much.

"Whether Mr. Fang is malicious or not, fate must be in my own hands."

"If it turns out in the future that Mr. Fang really passed on the mantle to me, I will repay him and take good care of his family."

"And if he uses me and ends up harming me, I can't just catch him."

"It's true that Fang Laoer is a strong man in the golden core stage, but seeing that his blood is depleted, the injuries he suffered have not healed, and his realm seems to have fallen. If I control this purple stiff, if he gets into trouble, I may not There is no effort.”

Thinking about it, Zhang Yang suddenly made up his mind, and slapped the blood coffin on his back with his hands.

call out!

Another black light flashed, and the zombie puppet ghost servant appeared in front of him.

"Guard by my side, don't stay away, and tear up all creatures that dare to approach me."

Zhang Yang's face was cold and resolute, and he gave the order to the ghost servant.

"Woo!"

The ghost servant agreed, his eyes flashed red, and he stood a few meters away from Zhang Yang, entering a state of alert.

The current ghost servant has been promoted to the second-level wandering corpse. It is not invincible in the vicinity, but it is not a problem to deal with ordinary beasts, even first-level monsters.

What's more, this area was carefully selected by Zhang Yang. He had already screened it countless times with his spiritual sense, and there was nothing nearby that could threaten his existence. There are ghost servants protecting the law, which is enough to ensure safety.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, his sharp claws scratched his wrist, and under the operation of mana, a drop of life essence was forced out.

Zhang Yang had a dignified look on his face, and with a wave of his hand, the drop of natal essence dripped onto his purple-scarred forehead, and disappeared in an instant.

Aww—

At the moment when the natal essence dripped onto Zi Zhan's forehead, like the roar of a wild beast from ancient times, a sad hiss hit Zhang Yang's soul directly.

Woo!

Zhang Yang felt as if his head was about to split open, he held his head with both hands, and fell over on his back.

Zi Zhan's body also trembled violently, and his face became more ferocious.

At this time, the talisman paper pasted on Zi Zang's forehead suddenly shone with dazzling light. In the regular fluctuations, Zi Zang seemed to be under great restraint, and his struggle gradually calmed down.

Looking at Zhang Yang again, the great pain caused him to keep rolling on the ground; the already sharp teeth protruded further, and the sharp claws scratched deep grooves on the ground...

The ghost servant also seemed to feel the pain of the master, and kept whining and growling beside him.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Zhang Yang's soul seemed to be about to explode, and the irritating roar kept roaring in the sea of soul consciousness, almost driving him crazy.

Fortunately, an old book with a black cover is looming in the depths of the sea of soul consciousness, exuding bursts of cool breath, sticking to the root of the soul, so that Zhang Yang will not get lost.

However, for some unknown reason, "Tai Yin Refining Shape" did not fully emerge to completely annihilate the intruding roar, Zhang Yang could only bear the torment helplessly...

After a full incense stick, the growling sound became weaker and gradually disappeared.

Zhang Yang gasped and stood up, depressed, looking extremely weak, even damaged.

Looking down at the ground that was destroyed by him, recalling the thrilling adventure just now, he couldn't help being afraid for a while.

"Is this the horror of the purple zombie?"

"The drop of my natal blood contains only a trace of soul power. When this trace of soul power enters the sea of consciousness of purple stiffness, it will cause such a big reaction."

"If it wasn't for the "Taiyin Refining Form" to suppress the sea of consciousness, I am afraid that the force of backlash would directly sweep through my sea of consciousness and wipe out my soul."

Zhang Yang let out a breath and looked at the purple stiffness in front of him.

"It seems that I was too impatient. Your soul power is strong, so I will wipe you out little by little."

"I have the "Taiyin Refining Shape" protector. The second step of tempering the zombie puppets is the supreme rune that records the soul of the zombie. It is the most suitable to deal with you."

Zhang Yang wanted to act immediately.

This time, he didn't dare to use the blood of his own life to invade directly, but cut his wrist to force out a few drops of ordinary thick purple blood, and then waved it without hesitation, and began to write tadpole-like runes on his purple forehead.

For the various runes recorded in "Taiyin Lianxing", Zhang Yang was already extremely proficient. Although his wrist was stiff, Zhang Yang had a bit of chic and freehand brushwork when he waved it.

At the moment when the last stroke was made, Zhang Yang felt his body go weak, and all his mana and consciousness seemed to have found an outlet, and his madness came out from the pen.

hum!

With a flash of light, those tadpoles seemed to come to life, and instantly sank into the purple stiff forehead.

Woo!

Zi Zong's body immediately trembled violently, and the extremely high-grade corpse-suppressing talisman on his forehead flickered, suppressing him to death.

After a while, back to normal.

This time, because he did not use the power of the soul to invade, he did not suffer backlash. However, Zhang Yang knew that the effect achieved was very limited.

"Directly using the essence and blood of life, the power of backlash is too strong, so we can only take it slowly."

"Following what Old Man Fang said, I will continue to use the Cold Yin Body Tempering Soup to temper my body. I just need to slow down the speed of searching for the spirit grass, and it will take longer."

"I hope to be able to control this purple zombie as soon as possible before he gets into trouble. I also hope that all of this is due to my superfluous intentions. It is good that Mr. Fang has no malicious intentions!"

Zhang Yang sighed a little anxiously.

With a pat on the blood coffin, Zi Zang was put away.

Then, he took out two yin condensing beads, took one in his mouth, and gave one to the ghost servant, and began to enter the cultivation state.

In one night, he first forced out a drop of blood essence, and then his soul was impacted by the backlash of Zizhi. In addition, he drew a lot of mana and consciousness from drawing runes, which made Zhang Yang's body extremely weak.

All he had to do was to recover as quickly as possible before dawn.