In a daze, Zhang Yang woke up.
When I opened my eyes, what caught my eyes was a hazy mist, lingering like light smoke.
The strong Yin Qi gathers and does not disperse, and the wind blows through, making people extremely comfortable.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but shuddered. Out of the corner of his eyes, an old man with white hair was lying on the ground.
call!
Zhang Yang was startled, and immediately stood up. His first reaction was to strike first, and it is better to strike first.
The upright body suddenly rushed over, pressed Old Fang under him, and grabbed the blood coffin with his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang's movements stopped—it seemed that everything went too smoothly, right
He found that the old man under him didn't even react at all. His stiff body was extremely cold to the touch, and there was no sign of life at all. He was obviously dead.
However, Zhang Yang didn't let go just yet, he swung out his sharp claws and cut off Old Fang's neck at once, so he was completely relieved.
There is no way, Fang Laoer, a strong Jindan stage, shocked Zhang Yang too much. Zhang Yang will never feel safe unless he is completely killed.
"call!"
Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes! Mr. Fang failed to devour my soul, but was destroyed by "Taiyin Refining Shape"! Good! "Taiyin Refining Shape" is really awesome!"
The memories before coma flooded back, Zhang Yang understood the situation in front of him, and immediately jumped up excitedly.
"Haha! I'm alive! I'm alive! And, I'm free at last!"
For nearly a year, Mr. Fang's strength and dominance have always weighed on Zhang Yang's heart like a heavy stone, making it difficult for him to sleep or eat.
Until this moment, he had the feeling that his life belonged to him.
Don't mention the excitement in my heart.
Zhang Yang's current feeling makes him want to jump up and announce his happiness to the world.
After the excitement, looking at Old Man Fang lying dead on the ground, he felt a little sad again.
"Well, it turns out that you have worked hard to train me and strengthen my body just to prepare for the loss. Unfortunately, your luck is not good. I have the hole card of "Taiyin Refining Shape", which is enough to instantly kill all soul attacks."
Zhang Yang sighed.
Looking at the old man Fang, who was lying dead on the spot, he couldn't help swallowing again—this damned bloodthirsty instinct!
However, having said that, Mr. Fang must have a good taste of flesh and blood for a majestic and powerful Golden Core Stage expert, right? Moreover, the higher the level of the monk, the stronger the energy of his blood essence...
Zhang Yang was really moved.
Snapped!
Zhang Yang slapped himself hard.
"Old man Fang is uneasy and kind, but he has taken good care of me this year. Hanyin quenching body soup and cultivation techniques... Without his help, even if I have "Taiyin Refining Shape" With such a powerful technique, it is impossible to advance to the ninth level of wandering corpses so quickly."
"What's more, in the previous battle, when I was trapped by the Seven Star Sword Formation, Mr. Fang saved my life... He was restless and kind, and wanted to harm me, but he also died because of me. flat."
"The grievance is gone, the favor has not been repaid! If I desecrate his body again, it will be really unjustifiable."
"I am a human, I am not a monster! In order to pursue great power, I can give up many things; however, there are also many things that cannot be given up."
Zhang Yang thought and made up his mind.
Absorbing the blood of human monks can certainly speed up the speed of cultivation; however, Zhang Yang himself will also be affected by bloodthirsty and brutal emotions.
He was afraid, afraid that he would go further and further down the bloodthirsty road. He didn't know if one day, if he turned into a bloodthirsty monster from the inside to the outside, completely out of the human category, would he still be the real Zhang Yang
Zhang Yang is unwilling to lose himself, so he has to restrain his desire. Unless it is a last resort, don't suck the blood of human beings. This is the standard he sets for himself—of course, if it is an irrelevant human monk, it is a good choice to raise ghost servants and blood slaves.
He reached out and patted the blood coffin.
call out!
With a flash of black light, both blood slave and ghost servant zombies were released.
"Dig a deep pit and bury Fang Lao's body properly." Zhang Yang gave the order with a calm expression.
"Woo!"
The two zombies agreed, and immediately started digging on the ground next to them.
The claws are flying and waving, and the efficiency is extremely high.
Zhang Yang sighed, reached out and took off the ring on Old Fang's finger.
"Old Fang, Elder Fang, don't blame me for searching for your relics! Anyway, you have already said that after you die, everything will be passed on to me."
While holding it, Zhang Yang found an excuse to comfort himself.
This is a storage ring, which is the same as those storage bags, except that it is much more convenient to carry and has a larger volume.
Zhang Yang has relatively high expectations for this ring of Nawu. The habit of ordinary monks likes to carry treasures with them. In this way, people live with treasures, and people die with treasures!
How rich should Fang Laoer's lifetime savings for a peak Jindan stage master be
Just thinking about it is heart-pounding.
His hands trembled a little, dripping blood to recognize the master, and his spiritual consciousness invaded.
In an instant, a huge space with a radius of nearly ten meters appeared in his mind. In this space, there are a lot of things piled up in a mess, and there are tens of thousands of spirit stones alone.
There are also various unknown materials for monsters, spirit herbs, pills, meteorites, refined iron, flying swords...
Zhang Yang took out one to admire, and then changed to another, speechless again and again.
"The savings of the golden core stage boss are really extraordinary!"
"Huh? I seem to have seen this kind of elixir somewhere?"
Zhang Yang suddenly let out a small sigh, recalled for a while, patted the storage bag beside him, and found a small black porcelain bottle in his hand, opened it, sniffed it, compared it, nodded and put it away.
"Hmm! This is the same pill that I got from the skinny middle-aged man in the Corpse Refining Gate. Even monks in the Qi Refining Stage have it. It's not a good thing to think about. No wonder there are several here."
Zhang Yang felt a little emotional.
But he didn't know that the pill he was feeling was called Zhuji Dan, and it was the most precious.
Foundation Establishment Pill can assist monks to convert the mana in the body from gaseous state to liquid state.
If there is a foundation-building pill in the process of the wandering corpse's promotion to purple zombie, it will also have a miraculous effect.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know this now, he just casually threw the contents of these little black bottles into the Nawu Ring as the most common pills.
"Something seems to be missing?"
Zhang Yang scratched his head.
"Yes! Eight Directions Seal!"
Zhang Yang patted his forehead.
"That seal seems to be Mr. Fang's natal magic weapon. Now that all these things in the Nawu Ring are added up, the value should not be worth half of the Eight Directions Seal."
As Zhang Yang said, he scanned with his consciousness, and immediately found a small seal on Old Fang's right arm.
"Tsk tsk! Mr. Fang, I'm really sorry! I wanted to leave you with a dead body..."
Click!
As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand, and Old Fang's arm was already broken.
When I looked at it, there was not much blood flowing out, and the old arm was almost skinny, with some dried meat sandwiched in the middle. It seems that since being seriously injured by Ye Tiannan more than half a year ago, Elder Fang's health has been deteriorating; this time he was traumatized again, and he has really reached the point where his oil is exhausted. so easily damaged.
Looking at this situation, don't say that Zhang Yang is unwilling to suck his blood essence out of kindness. Even if he wants to suck his blood, I'm afraid the energy he gets will not be much stronger than that of a hyena.
Snapped!
With the breaking of the arm, a square seal the size of a thumb fell to the ground, hitting a hole in the solid ground and sinking deeply.
"Huh? The little thing is quite heavy! No wonder I felt heavy when I was holding Old Fang's withered arm just now. I thought it was the peculiarity of the Jindan strongman, but I didn't expect it to be the fault of you little thing."
Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to pick up the small Bafang seal in his hand, and he could feel the obvious feeling of falling in the palm of his hand.
Thinking about the powerful strength of the ninth-level wandering corpse, it would make him feel the obvious sense of falling, at least it would weigh tens of catties.
This small fingernail-sized seal weighs tens of catties, which is terrifying enough.