Zombie Evolution

Chapter 82: Refining Soul Eater Banner

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Sparrow spirit wood is one of the most famous soul woods, and it is extremely rare in the world of cultivation.

This time Zhang Yang found a sparrow tree by accident, and the quality of the soul-eating flag has improved a lot, and the potential for future upgrades is also great.

"Hey, Soul Eater, I hope you don't let me down!"

Zhang Yang caressed the Soul Eater banner, feeling extremely hopeful in his heart.

In the sparse mountain forest, dozens of small green lanterns dangled, adding a bit of terror to the originally quiet environment around.

In the distance, the roar of ferocious beasts came from afar, with a long ancient rhyme.

Zhang Yang and his party restrained their breath, bent over the bushes and remained motionless.

Iron-armed praying mantises are a group of monsters. Their individual strength is not strong, and they are generally in the first and second grades; and their populations are not large, usually in groups of several, like the dozen or so now. , which is already a relatively large population.

Each group will have a fourth-level monster iron-armed mantis king.

This kind of monster is simply a tailor-made hunting target for Zhang Yang.

Seeing the group of little green lanterns getting closer and closer, he suddenly shouted loudly, and three black shadows sprang out like the wind, sweeping towards the group of little green lanterns.

The group of Iron Wall Praying Mantises was frightened, and there was a chaos. Before they could react, blood flashed around them, and green blood splashed.

chirp chirp chirp!

Iron-armed praying mantises screamed angrily and rushed up, waving their iron arms.

However, the speed of the black shadows was extremely fast, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, like a hurricane, the iron-armed mantis hadn't even caught the opponent's shadow, and it had already been slaughtered.

Even the Iron-armed Praying Mantis King was unexplainably killed by Zijiang Xuenu and Zhang Yang.

The fighting stops.

Looking at the stumped limbs all over the floor, Zhang Yang couldn't help but click his tongue.

The iron-armed mantis is an insect-type monster. Its blood is green and tastes extremely bad. For the picky three-headed zombies, they will never try to suck their blood essence.

With a movement of consciousness, a small black bottle was already in his hand, and a drop of liquid dripped into his eyes, and the world in front of him brightened.

Looking at the corpses of the Iron-armed Mantis on the ground, there are strands of white smoke coming out of each one, floating above the corpse; especially above the corpse of the Iron-armed Mantis King, the white smoke is particularly thick, and there is a faint appearance of the Iron-armed Mantis. Wang's appearance before his death.

The white smoke looks extremely light, and it floats back and forth when the wind blows, but it gathers but does not disperse.

However, Zhang Yang knew that this situation could only last for a while, and if no measures were taken in time, the white smoke would soon dissipate in the air.

Zhang Yang moved quickly, stretched out his hand to take out the Soul Devouring Banner, squeezed the formula, and murmured in his mouth.

The Soul Devouring banner fluttered, and a huge attraction pulled the white smoke.

Those white smokes seemed to feel extremely frightened, struggling hard, gusts of wind blew past, and the sound of "嗤嗤" echoed in my ears, like a ghost crying.

The attraction of the Soul Devouring Banner is so great that no matter how much Bai Yan resists, it is hard to resist, and within a few minutes, it has all been taken in.

"call!"

Seeing that it was put away, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The spiritual consciousness was immersed in the soul-eating banner, and there was a sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves immediately. In the dark space, various faint images of monsters and beasts roared, and there were hundreds of them.

Yixianxia is rich in biological resources and has a large number of various monsters. It only took Zhang Yang a month to kill a hundred monsters and collect a large number of monster souls.

Of course, a harvest like tonight's can be regarded as extremely rich.

The white smoke above the iron-armed praying mantis corpses is the condensed souls after their death.

Before human monks reach the Nascent Soul stage and monsters reach the transformation stage, as long as the body dies, the soul will dissipate.

Ordinary people or ordinary monks can't see these things, but Zhang Yang can see clearly when he smears his eyes with clear spring water.

"I use Qingling spring water to wash my eyes every day. I have persisted for several years, and now my eyesight is obviously not weaker than that of ordinary humans. If I persist for a while, I believe that even if I don't use Qingling water on the spot, I can still see these souls gone."

Zhang Yang is very satisfied with his current eyesight.

There was a strong smell of blood around, and it was very easy to attract powerful beings. Zhang Yang didn't dare to wait any longer. He greeted him and left immediately.

The cliff is as steep as a knife.

There is a depression at the bottom of the cliff, which can barely be regarded as a cave, and the surrounding air is swaying.

Here is Zhang Yang's temporary foothold, which he took after he killed a fourth-level monster Cangxiang Ape.

Zhang Yang held the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand, and his consciousness invaded.

Immediately, hundreds of white light clusters were seen floating in the black hole.

These clusters of light, some are big and some are small, some are just nothingness mist;

The strength of the soul is closely related to the strength of the living being.

Zhang Yang squeezed the Jue and recited the decree, and a series of words immediately appeared.

Ordinary magic tools have their own methods of use. As long as the master is recognized, the divine sense invades, and the method of using the magic weapon can be accessed.

Zhang Yang read these words carefully again.

Then, he stretched out his hand to fish out the banner, only to see a huge hand entering the black space in an instant.

Those light groups seemed to see ghosts, screaming and dodging back and forth.

However, there are so many of them that a big hand can easily fish one out.

Zhang Yang squeezed the ball of light, used it as a pen, instilled mana, and carved tadpole-like characters on the banner.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

The light group was obviously suffering from great pain, and the shrill scream almost pierced the eardrum.

Zhang Yang remained unmoved, his expression remained unchanged, and he quickly drew in his hands.

When the last stroke fell, the light ball was also exhausted, completely turning into a white formation, submerging into the streamer at once.

In the black space, it seemed like a heavy snow fell, and tiny clusters of light floated down.

chirp chirp chirp chirp!

Hundreds of light groups seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and they all showed violent expressions, and then, they began to catch and bite each other.

The entire space is full of dark winds, filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. As long as ordinary people listen to it, their souls will be shaken by it, and even die.

Soon, the light groups began to decide the winner.

I saw the powerful light group with sharp teeth and a ferocious face, biting the weak light group with big mouths. With every bite, the weak light cluster becomes weaker, while the powerful light cluster becomes more solid.

In minutes, the number of light clusters has been reduced by half.

The remaining half seemed to have tasted the deliciousness of the light ball without stopping, and then found their opponents, and started to catch them and fight again.

In this way, the number of light clusters is getting smaller and smaller, while the remaining light clusters are getting stronger and stronger.

After half an hour, there were only four light clusters left in the entire space.

To be precise, this can no longer be called a light group, each of them presents the form of a pre-mortem, namely an iron-armed mantis king, a black-headed ape, a giant python about to turn into a dragon, and a white wolf.

These four light groups were powerful fourth-level monsters before they were alive. Now after being devoured, the soul breath is extremely violent, making the whole space full of gloomy ghost and bloodthirsty breath.

Seeing that the situation was similar, Zhang Yang read the decree silently and stretched out his hand a little.

hum—

After a burst of rhythmic fluctuations, the expressions of the four monster souls gradually calmed down, they stopped fighting, and began to wander in the space.

The soul-devouring banner is an extremely evil magic weapon, which needs to devour a large number of living souls to refine it. Moreover, the more living souls devoured, the greater the power.

The monks are also bound and cannot massacre mortals. Some evil monks, in order to cultivate Soul Eater Banner, will go to the mortal world, deliberately provoke wars among mortals, and then collect living souls on the battlefield.

Generally speaking, the stronger the living being, the stronger the soul after death, and the more powerful the Soul Devouring Banner will be after being devoured.

The soul of a monster is several times more bloodthirsty and violent than a mortal or even a monk of the same level.

Using the living soul of a monster to temper the soul-eating banner is much better than using the living soul of a human being.

However, it is simply impossible for ordinary human monks to hunt and kill monsters in these 100,000 mountains; if one is not careful, the chance of being swallowed by monsters may be even greater.

High-level monks are capable of doing it, but they can't condescend to go to the mountains and forests to hunt monsters.

Moreover, monks above the golden core stage cannot hunt and kill low-level monsters wantonly, and there are many restrictions in this.

There are many hidden strong men among human beings, and there are also many powerful monsters in the 100,000 mountains... However, the two sides seldom kill each other's low-level existences. As for the specific reasons, Zhang Yang does not know .

He just vaguely guessed that maybe it was some kind of agreement after the balance of power between the two sides!