"Quack quack! This is really a big joke. At that time, Junior Sister Luo Fei threw the Tianmen Token into the giant dragon's mouth with her own hands; now that the giant dragon has been killed by you, the Tianmen Token is not in your hands. Could it be in our hands?"
In front of the brothers and sisters, when it came to his own interests, even though Li Fei was wretched, he knew that he should fight with reason.
"When we came, the giant dragon had already been beheaded, and even its abdomen had been cut open. The Heavenly Gate Order is long gone. Li Fei, don't confuse right and wrong."
The handsome man obviously couldn't understand Li Fei's appearance, and shouted loudly.
The two sides are at war, and they are about to start fighting.
"Wait!"
At this time, a middle-aged monk with slightly white temples beside Li Fei suddenly spoke, and everyone immediately fell silent.
I saw the middle-aged monk stepping on the flying sword lightly and swooping down.
He landed on the ground, stretched his hand into the flesh of the giant dragon, and then came out, and there was not even a drop of blood on his hand.
"Hmph! We worked so hard, but we made wedding clothes for others."
The middle-aged monk snorted coldly.
Everyone is an expert in the foundation building period, and their knowledge is naturally extraordinary, and they also saw the problem at this time.
A group of people fell down one after another.
"Huh? The body's essence and blood have been sucked dry, and corpse poison has invaded. It's a zombie!"
Li Fei stepped forward, looked at the purple and black wounds on Jujiao's body and said.
"Sure enough, it's a zombie! So, you didn't kill this giant dragon?" The handsome man said after checking it.
"Evil heretics dare to covet the things of my Sword Spirit Sect. If the Heavenly Gate Order is not recovered, my Sword Spirit Sect will lose all face." The middle-aged monk's face was cold.
"In this way, things will be easy to handle. Since this Tianmen Token has been snatched away by outsiders, then we will each use our own means. Whoever can snatch it back will be considered his."
After the middle-aged monk was taken aback, he suggested.
Upon hearing this, Luo Fei said coldly:
"This Tianmen Token originally belonged to my North Peak. Brother Wu Feng said that, isn't it too deceitful? If the senior brother recites my friendship between the North and the South Peaks, and is willing to help us find the Tianmen Token, I will naturally be grateful to my junior sister." ;If you are unwilling to make a move, it is reasonable... But, no matter what, this Tianmen Token belongs to my North Peak, but there is no doubt about it."
Luo Fei's tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation.
After finishing speaking, stop arguing and say "Let's go!"
Beifeng and the others immediately left with their swords.
"Hmph! Yours? What a joke!"
The middle-aged monk laughed.
"Junior brothers, immediately mobilize people and search with all your strength. Looking at the surrounding situation, the corpse repairer won the Tianmen Token, and he must not have traveled far. We must find it no matter what!"
"Yes, Senior Brother." Everyone agreed and left one after another.
…
Half an hour later, several streams of light flashed by, and they came to the ancient tree where Zhang Yang and Mr. Fang gathered outside the Yiyi Gorge.
"Strange, the trace disappeared here." The Green Leaf Girl frowned.
Luo Fei checked the nearby traces, and said:
"Looking at the traces of the fight by the cold pool, and the whereabouts along the way, it can be concluded that the strength of this corpse repairer is not strong. At most, it is not bad to reach the foundation stage. Even his zombie puppets may only be at the peak level of wandering corpses ... In such a short period of time, he must not be far away, we mobilized our personnel, searched separately, searched through the nearby mountains and forests, and found him."
"Junior Sister Luo Fei is right. This Tianmen Token is very important to our sect. No matter what, if we want to get it back, we should split up. Sister, how about the two of us together?" The handsome man immediately echoed. road.
Luo Fei glanced at him, still with that cold expression:
"No need. The enemy's strength is not strong. If we act alone, we have a better chance of finding it. If there is any situation there, we will smash the jade card and inform each other."
Among the group of people, Luo Fei seemed to be the youngest, but he had the feeling of being the leader of the crowd.
"Okay!" Although the handsome man was not very happy, he could only nod helplessly.
Luo Fei was the first to control the flying sword, and galloped towards the east.
Others also chose directions to leave.
As soon as he turned his head, a cold look appeared in the handsome man's eyes.
"Luo Fei, one day, I will let you prostrate under my crotch, to see how noble you are! Hmph!"
With a cold snort, he took off his sword and walked in another direction.
…
Woo—
There was a long and miserable howl, which was still shrill in the empty mountain forest.
Crackling!
With the sound of flapping wings, countless birds were frightened, and they flew up from the ancient wood they were perched on, and headed for the distance.
Zhang Yang has recovered his speech ability, but he has gotten used to the roar of zombies in the past one or two years. Under the pain, he subconsciously roared.
pain!
Unbearable pain!
Beep beep beep!
With bursts of crisp sounds, Zhang Yang felt as if his skin was going to be frozen, and the majestic cold almost stopped his breathing.
The current Hanyin Quenching Soup is no longer a black mud-like existence, but a pool of blue, with a cold mist.
Old Fang stood by the pit, nodding his head in satisfaction.
"The cold yin quenching body soup, because the spirit herbs used are different, it looks different and the effect is also different."
"These three cold tobacco plants are not only very old, but also the area where they grow is full of yin and cold power. In addition, they have just been picked and have not been lost... This effect is much better than the previous few times!"
"Hey, this time the promotion is successful, and we are one step closer to Zi Zhan!"
Listening to the meaning of what Fang Laoer said, he was satisfied only by cultivating Zhang Yang into a purple stiff.
However, Zhang Yang is not in the mood to listen to these words now.
The majestic cold force penetrated his body directly through the skin, impacting every cell of his body.
This is different from the pure Yin force of the Yin Ningzhu.
Cold Yin Quenching Soup, in addition to the power of yin and cold, also has the effect of quenching the body, removing those impurities in the body, making the body purer and stronger. This process is the real pain.
The strong medicinal power was raging, and Zhang Yang kept a trace of peace in his heart, trying hard to run the "Taiyin Refining Shape" exercise, frantically devouring the immersed cold power.
absorb!
absorb!
Devour!
Devour!
Zhang Yang was in extreme pain, but he didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that once he stopped, the cold energy would accumulate and cause him even greater pain...
Time passed bit by bit.
After a full five or six hours, the medicinal power gradually dissipated, and the blue Hanyin quenching body soup also turned white like clear water.
Crash!
Bringing up a water dragon, Zhang Yang jumped out of the pit.
Boom!
Press your feet heavily on the ground.
The presence of a thin layer of sticky sludge on his body made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but the majestic power in his body made Zhang Yang extremely excited.
Grade nine!
This is definitely the power of the ninth level of the zombie!
There is no need for a cyclone to prove the mana flow permeating every cell in his body. Zhang Yang is quite sure that he has definitely reached the ninth level of wandering corpses.
Physical strength is even better than ever.
If there is only one point of dissatisfaction, it is that after the body impurities were tempered, Zhang Yang not only did not become more beautiful, but his appearance became more ferocious.
The whole body seems to be bumpy, full of overlapping cuticles, similar to scales, but not regular, but there is no doubt about the defensive power.
With blue-faced fangs, tangled long hair, and claws sharper than beasts exuding a gloomy light...
Old Fang's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile:
"The potency of the cold tobacco produced in this gorge is really extraordinary. It's been a long time since your body has produced so much dross at once, right?"
"Hmm! I also thought my body had reached its limit!" Zhang Yang nodded.
When Zhang Yang used the Cold Yin Quenching Decoction for the first time, a large amount of impurities were quenched out of Zhang Yang's body. As the number of uses increases, the effect becomes worse and worse, and every time it is tempered, almost no impurities are quenched.
This time there was a sticky layer on his body again, no need to ask, it was naturally the magical effect of cold tobacco.
"That's right! The strength of my body has improved again, and I have advanced to the ninth level of wandering zombies. As long as I continue to practice and make my whole body's mana reach a full state, I can take the foundation building pill, and I am ready to start building the foundation and attack purple stiffness!"
Elder Fang looked around Zhang Yang as if appreciating a work of art.