Besides, Mr. Fang, not only did not heal from his injuries, but his condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. Except for assisting Zhang Yang to collect spiritual herbs in the Yixian Gorge, he never left the cave at ordinary times, and just rested there.
Otherwise, with so many people suddenly appearing in the forest, a strong Golden Core Stage might have discovered it long ago.
After finally staying up until night, Zhang Yang immediately left the cave.
Mana flowed all over his body, his figure was light, he jumped again and again, and landed lightly, with almost no sound. Only when he passed through bushes, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against branches.
Zhang Yang enjoyed this combination of strength and speed very much, and soon escaped into the depths of the dense forest.
…
The half-bright moon hangs on the treetops, adding a haze to the quiet mountain forest.
The branches and leaves of the old ancient trees are still thick. In this cultivation world full of aura, even the lifespan of the plants has grown a lot for no reason.
A figure stood under the tree. Opposite him was a purple-headed zombie with a ferocious face and a ginger-yellow talisman on his forehead.
In the nearby mountains and forests, any place where Yin Qi is smoldering is a key search target for the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect. For the sake of safety, Zhang Yang can only choose this kind of place with strong aura—although it makes him very annoying.
For a day, the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect failed to find the cave where Old Fang was hiding, but the scope of the search was gradually narrowing.
This also made Zhang Yang's sense of crisis even stronger.
Whether he can get rid of Mr. Fang and regain his freedom will be known within a few days.
But before that, Zhang Yang wanted to do everything possible to increase his strength.
Based on the strength of those waves of people he encountered when fleeing last night, and the conversations he overheard, Zhang Yang knew that this time the Sword Spirit Sect dispatched nearly a hundred disciples in the Qi refining period and several monks in the Foundation building period. , holding the attitude of looking for a needle in a haystack, refusing to let go of any hope, and searched for traces of that "corpse repair" in a large area.
It has to be said that the Sword Spirit Sect's Soushan plan was very effective, but it was only because Zhang Yang, a freak with a strong spiritual sense, that he was doomed to fail in the end.
If he wanted to create trouble for Old Fang and make him forget about himself, he had to attract a large number of foundation-building disciples from the Sword Spirit Sect.
At that time, when the two sides clashed, Zhang Yang, a level nine wandering corpse, was simply not enough to watch. I am afraid that as long as one of them had a little bit of attention, he would be able to kill himself.
Especially in the battle last night, the man in Tsing Yi, who was at the eighth level of the Qi refining period, almost killed himself with a full blow, which gave Zhang Yang a new understanding of the strength of human monks. At the same time, I was secretly glad that I killed the man in Tsing Yi who was at the peak of level nine first, otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would have to activate the amulet to startle old man Fang, and that would surely scare the snake away.
In order to succeed, in addition to planning well, another prerequisite is that you have a certain combat power, and you are not at the mercy of others.
Mana cannot be improved in a short while; the practice of "Guiyuan Jianpu" also takes time...
There is also the ghost servant, after sucking the blood of the giant flood dragon, the original fourth-level peak realm of the wandering corpse has finally broken through, and has been promoted to the fifth-level state. Under the hands of a group of powerful people, this is simply a dish.
Originally, Zhang Yang reserved a few stalks of cold tobacco, intending to personally brew the cold yin body quenching soup to temper the body of the ghost servant. However, even after tempering, the ghost servant can at most be promoted to a level and become a sixth-level wandering corpse.
After much deliberation, Zhang Yang had no choice but to take a risk - stepping up the steps to control the purple stiffness. Facing the many foundation-building stage monks of the Sword Spirit Sect, and Mr. Fang, a dead but not stiff centipede, without the strength of purple stiff, he didn't even have a chance to struggle.
For corpse cultivators, perhaps some talented fourth- and fifth-level monks in the qi refining period can control the nine-level zombie puppets; Backlashed, soul annihilated.
Fortunately, there is "Taiyin Refining Shape" suppressed in the depths of Zhang Yang's sea of consciousness, and he can hold on to the fundamentals, which is the basis for a fight.
He reached out and patted the blood coffin behind him.
call out!
A black light flashed, and the ghost servant had appeared in front of him.
"Be alert! Tear all creatures that dare to approach me to pieces!"
Zhang Yang gave the order with a cold face.
"Woo!"
The ghost servant let out a low growl, and stood beside him with a firm body, staring around with red eyes.
Zhang Yang knew that with his order, unless the ghost servant died, no enemy would be able to approach him.
Next, will be the most critical moment.
Zhang Yang first dipped the animal blood cinnabar with a talisman-making pen, and strengthened the corpse-suppressing talisman firmly, and then cut his wrist with his sharp claws.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, his mana circulated, and three drops of natal essence and blood were forced out.
At the moment when the three drops of natal essence and blood were separated from the body, Zhang Yang's expression was blank.
However, he didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, stretched out his finger, and three drops of natal blood, like three beautiful rubies, instantly sank into the purple stiff forehead.
hum—
A rhythmic vibration.
Aww—
As if coming from the depths of the oldest palace, a long whistle sounded, and a majestic coercion rushed out.
Zhang Yang's soul instantly felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and suddenly burst out of severe pain, and his head seemed to be split open.
After more than half a year, the purple stiff soul that was thought to have been almost worn out, once it started to bite back, unexpectedly burst out with such a powerful force.
Woo—
Zhang Yang raised his head to the sky and let out a long hiss, almost wanting to hit his head on the ground. The already ferocious face was even more distorted, with long and protruding fangs, looking very terrifying...
At this time, he had no way out.
call-
In the depths of the sea of consciousness, "Taiyin Refining Shape" was half hidden, floating and sinking, exuding a trace of cool breath, which kept Zhang Yang awake.
Fight!
Gritting his teeth, another three drops of natal essence and blood dripped out.
At the same time, the mana in the body was running rapidly, and three drops of natal blood were suspended on the fingertips, rotating with each other like a whirlpool, which looked extremely beautiful.
Zhang Yang followed the last step of the "puppet chapter", waving his arms, and each tadpole-like rune was inscribed on the purple zombie.
There is a trace of soul power in the life essence and blood, and it is full of a lot of mana. The richer it is, the better the effect of the drawn talisman.
At this critical moment, Zhang Yang didn't dare to be stingy at all. He knew that there was only one chance, and if he failed, the consumed natal blood would not be replenished, and he might not be able to try again in the next six months.
Woo!
A low growl came out of his throat, his red eyes glared angrily, he gritted his teeth, and forced out the third batch of natal blood—three more drops.
With the addition of this batch of fresh troops, the drawing of the runes became smoother, and the whole movement was smooth and smooth.
For this moment, Zhang Yang practiced hard almost every day for more than half a year. For this set of runes, I have long been familiar with it.
However, every stroke that falls not only consumes the essence and blood of life, but also pours a lot of mana, so the writing speed is extremely slow.
Near tea time, the runes were finally drawn.
At the moment when the last stroke fell, Zhang Yang's mana used his fingertips as outlets, and burst out like a flood.
Whoooo!
The rune drawn by the natal blood did not disappear immediately, but swirled like a whirlpool, making a whistling sound.
The purple-red bloody runes, the dazzling light, the high-speed rotating vortex...
The combination of everything is like a bottomless pit, crazily devouring Zhang Yang's mana and consciousness.
ah-
The power leaked out crazily, Zhang Yang opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. It felt like he was isolated from the world.
Finally, the rune was devoured and full, and finally emitted a blazing light, which disappeared in a flash and submerged into the forehead of Zombie.
In an instant, Zizhi's face twisted, and his body trembled violently.
Zizizi!
The ginger-yellow talisman on Zi Zhan's forehead flickered with lightning, and tiny silver snakes danced wildly.
Boo!
With the last sound, a puff of smoke rose, and the talisman turned into ashes, floating on the ground little by little.
Zhang Yang was startled, and before he had time to react, he felt a violent and messy soul force flashing out from Zi Zhan's forehead, rushing towards his face.
There is no way to avoid it!
The next moment, this berserk force had already appeared in the sea of consciousness, spreading out in an instant, destroying wantonly.
Zhang Yang only felt as if he was in an endless black space, but the surroundings were surrounded by knives-like turbulence, cutting randomly.
There were bursts of tearing pain, as if the soul would burst at any time.
hum—
At the critical moment, "Taiyin Refining Form" suddenly appeared, spinning in the sky above the sea of consciousness, emitting golden rays of light one after another.
The moment the violent soul power that rushed in touched the golden light, it melted away inch by inch.
In seconds, the depths of the sea of consciousness returned to calm.