After an incense stick of time, Old Fang stood up with a sigh of relief.
"Old Fang..."
Just as Zhang Yang was about to speak, he felt a light behind him, and the blood coffin flew out of his body and landed in the hands of Old Man Fang.
"I don't have time to say anything now. The Sword Spirit Sect is a well-known sect, and I can't afford to offend you. If the other party has a Jindan stage expert nearby, it is very likely to follow the trail. Therefore, we must leave as soon as possible Here. I will wrong you to continue entering this blood coffin."
Zhang Yang was startled. If he entered the blood coffin, his consciousness would be sealed, and he would really be at the mercy of others. His old man's feelings are extremely complicated, and he is definitely not trustworthy; he is even more unwilling to entrust his fate to others.
However, before he could move, he realized that his body was frozen and he had lost control.
Elder Fang waved.
Whoosh!
Zhang Yang and the blood slave turned into two black lights and entered the blood coffin.
Zhang Yang's last thought was that the gap between wandering corpses, even Zizombies, and Jindan powerhouses was so large—even if the other party was down and out! Zhuang himself has put in so much effort, but when things come to an end, he still doesn't have any strength to resist.
ridiculous!
…
I don't know how long it took, but when Zhang Yang gradually regained consciousness, the sky had already darkened.
Looking up, there are trees with connected branches and leaves; below, are rotten leaves.
call!
Zhang Yang's body was like a straight board, and he stood up straight with the sound of the wind.
"you're awake?"
In the ears, an old voice sounded. Old Fang's legs were crossed, his body was more than one meter above the ground, and he was suspended in the air.
After not seeing each other for a while, Zhang Yang was surprised to find that Mr. Fang seemed to be more than ten years old. The original appearance of a fairy with a childlike face and black hair was now not only extremely embarrassed, but also wrinkled and wrinkled. It looks worse than the hundred-year-old bark.
If it wasn't for the fact that there was no change in his demeanor and voice, Zhang Yang would hardly have recognized him.
"Old Fang, you... you are..."
Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide.
"Zang! How is it? Scared you? This old man has already lived nearly a thousand years old, and he only has more than a dozen years of life left. He was suppressed by mana before, and he didn't show signs of decline. This time he was injured, and his mana was greatly damaged. I can't suppress it, this is just restoring the old man's original appearance."
Old Fang laughed strangely, with a look of madness in his eyes.
Zhang Yang felt uneasy in his heart, but pretended to be calm on his face, and said with relief, "Don't worry, Mr. Fang, as long as you have a good rest, your mana will naturally recover."
"Fuck! Mana recovery? I know my own situation! This old man has been seriously injured by that old monster Ye Tiannan. He has already injured his roots, and it is impossible to recover. In the past year, his physical condition has been deteriorating. I believe you will too. It can be seen. Otherwise, how can I not even do anything to these juniors?"
The more Fang Laoer talked, the more angry he became. Obviously, it was a great shame for him to flee in embarrassment after being chased and killed by several Foundation Establishment juniors.
Just as Mr. Fang was talking, he suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yang, his face was almost pressed against Zhang Yang's, baring his teeth with a greedy and ferocious smile.
Woo!
Startled, Zhang Yang took a step back.
At this moment, Zhang Yang felt that the image of Mr. Fang was countless times more terrifying than his own zombie.
"Boy! Boy, the old man has to say that you are very smart. You have already seen that the old man has cultivated you so carefully, and he has no good intentions. Therefore, you are always on guard against the old man, and the old man knows all this."
Zhang Yang's heart trembled, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more intense. Knowing what Fang Laoer said, it was time to tell the truth.
However, Zhang Yang didn't want to tear his face apart now.
With a glance, I found that the blood coffin full of purple stiffness was carried on the back of Mr. Fang, and his greatest strength was gone, so what else could he use to fight Mr. Fang
What's more, what if the Zizombic Blood Slave is in his hands
Thinking about how old Fang made a move just now, but he and the blood slave surrendered in an instant and put them into the blood coffin. This is not a battle of the same level at all.
"Hoho, Mr. Fang was just joking. Mr. Fang spent all his time and effort, configuring the cold yin quenching body soup for the boy to temper his body, and also taught him the exercises of body training. The boy has always been grateful. If he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely repay Fang old."
Zhang Yang laughed dryly, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"Zeng! Yes! You have to repay this old man! Of course you have to repay this old man! The best way for you to repay this old man is to give this old man your body!"
Old Fang's eyes widened and he growled loudly.
Zhang Yang was taken aback. It was obvious that there was no room for redemption at this point. Even though he knew he was no match, Zhang Yang would not let him go without a fight.
Whoosh!
Zhang Yang moved first, swiping his sharp claws, his figure leaped forward like lightning, and his target was the blood coffin on Old Fang's back.
"Zong! The light of the firefly, dare to compete with the sun and the moon! This three-legged cat kung fu, dare to fight this old man?"
Old man Fang smiled and pointed out casually.
Boo!
Zhang Yang's claws seemed to be hitting an iron mountain, and it felt like it couldn't be shaken at all.
Immediately afterwards, a streak of yellow light shot out and plunged into Zhang Yang's forehead.
Zhang Yang's arm immediately dropped down, and he stood there straight, unable to move at all, but his consciousness was extremely clear.
It's over!
This was the only thought in Zhang Yang's mind. Let old man Fang do it first, and he doesn't even have a chance to make a move. Zhang Yang shot first, and it was the same.
"Old Fang, what are you doing?"
Zhang Yang was shocked, trying to make the last effort.
"Zengdeng! You don't need to act anymore, and there is no need to act. No matter what you do now, you can't change your fate." Old Fang Fang smiled strangely.
"The old man has spent countless efforts, and even took out the Yin-type spiritual grass that has been stored for many years, so that you can temper your body... You guessed it right! The old man does have a picture, and the old man's picture is your body!"
Elder Fang looked Zhang Yang's body up and down, as if admiring the most beautiful virgin, female, carcass, and body.
"Zong! It seems that I really have a great opportunity! I was destroyed by the old thief Ye. I thought I was going to cut off the last chance of promotion, but I didn't expect that God was so kind that I got you. As long as If the old man succeeds in seizing the house, he will have a long lifespan. At that time, with the help of the old man's cultivation experience, not to mention purple stiff, it is not impossible to advance to black stiff, hairy stiff, or even fly stiff and dry! At that time, the old man roamed the world, how happy and happy!"
Old Fang seems to think that Zhang Yang is settled, and he is extremely proud.
Take home
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "Duoshe".
It seems... It seems... There is "Taiyin Refining Shape" suppression in the depths of my sea of consciousness, can it protect the safety of the soul
I remember that once a thin middle-aged man from the Corpse Refining Sect used the Soul Devouring Banner to attack himself, and a ghost head jumped into the sea of consciousness to bite his own soul, but was wiped out by "Taiyin Refining Shape".
However, at that time, the thin middle-aged man only had the strength of the ninth level of the Qi refining stage, while Fang Laoer was a strong man at the peak of Jindan.
Once he fails, his soul will be annihilated, and his body will become someone else's... This consequence makes Zhang Yang chill when he thinks about it, and he can't accept it anyway. Therefore, Zhang Yang dare not take this risk and must work hard avoid.
"Hey, Mr. Fang wants to seize the house, why don't you choose a human monk? Wearing a zombie's coat is not only ugly, but also inconvenient to do things. It doesn't fit Mr. Fang's spirit! As long as Mr. Fang releases the boy , I will try my best to help you catch a human monk back. If you have a soft spot for zombies and want to take them away, you don’t have to choose me, right? In the blood coffin behind you, there is a Purple Zombie Puppet. That is the pinnacle of Zizombie! After taking the house, he is much stronger than me, Mr. Fang, please think about it carefully."
Zhang Yang secretly scolded the old man for being mean and shameless, but in his mouth he was trying to persuade him.
"Bah! Why do you have a soft spot for zombies? If I had no choice, why would I choose you, a zombie, to seize?"
Old Fang spat, and after a moment of shock, he continued:
"If it is so easy to succeed in seizing the body, all monks don't have to fear the limitation of life essence. As long as the life essence is about to run out, it is easy to find a suitable body to seize the body?"
"Could it be that there are any restrictions on seizing the house?" Zhang Yang pretended to be a curious baby, while asking about delaying time, while thinking about ways to get out of trouble, he found anxiously that the probability of success of all the strategies was close at zero.
"Hmph! You don't have to think about delaying time. If you procrastinate any longer, no one will come to rescue you. In order to escape the pursuit of the Sword Spirit Sect, the old man has already escaped for more than five thousand miles. The mountains here are high and the forests are dense, and there is nowhere to hide .”
Old Fang saw Zhang Yang's intentions, but he didn't take it seriously.
Thief old man!
Bitch!
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, feeling extremely depressed.