Boom!
With a bang, the airflow exploded, and the stone urn was instantly shattered, and the crushed stone mixed with liquid splashed everywhere.
Boom!
Accompanied by the airflow of the explosion, a figure fell heavily on the ground.
Drops of water slid all over his body, revealing his gnarled muscles, who is it if it's not Zhang Yang
Looking down at his body, surging magic power surged between his gestures and gestures.
Just now in the battle with the wild rhinoceros, using the Bafang seal and the soul devouring banner continuously, the mana in the body was completely consumed, and it became empty.
Then, he sucked the blood essence of the whole body of the wild rhinoceros. Under the effect of the "Taiyin Refining Shape" technique, the blood essence of the whole body of this sixth-level elementary monster was transformed into mana, and it was forcibly empowered.
The thirsty body was irrigated at once, and the mana in the body reached the limit of its capacity, thus advancing to the nine-level Dzogchen state in one fell swoop.
The whole process was completely within Zhang Yang's expectations.
However, he also knows that what he did just now is similar to plucking the seedlings to encourage them to grow, but he can't do it again.
Doing too much will lead to unstable foundations.
Moreover, apart from such a strong body like myself, even if ordinary people want to do it, I am afraid they will not be able to bear it, and they will explode and die.
In this way, up to now, Zhang Yang has reached the peak state of wandering corpses in both physical and magical powers. If he wants to continue to make progress, there is only one path to follow.
As long as one breaks through the shackles of wandering corpses and advances to purple zombies, the mana of the whole body will turn into a liquid state, and the total amount of mana will be greatly increased; moreover, tempering the body with liquid mana will also cause drastic changes in the body and become stronger.
Ordinary wandering zombies would be very difficult to succeed without an excellent shade if they wanted to advance to purple zombies. After reaching the ninth-level Dzogchen state of wandering corpses, they sleep deeply in the yin, absorbing the yin energy of the earth and accepting the essence of the moon. After a thousand years, it will naturally come into being, condense the gas into liquid, and turn into purple stiffness.
A thousand years is too long for a guy like Zhang Yang who has lived for more than 30 years before and after time travel, and it is unbearable anyway.
Therefore, there is only the last way left, with the aid of Jidan, the drug catalyst.
"Now, it's time to visit the Yixianxia ruins. I don't know if so many monks from all over the world gather there, what are the benefits?"
Zhang Yang raised his head and looked in the direction of Yixianxia, full of doubts.
The so-called no profit can not get up early. If there were not enough benefits, he would not have believed that there would be so many monks traveling thousands of miles to join in the fun!
…
A line of gorge.
Here, the cloudy mist of the past has long since disappeared, and even the two cliffs that stand upright like knives have been completely destroyed.
Instead, there is a huge basin stretching thousands of kilometers.
Overlooking from a high enough height, the basin is in the shape of a huge palm.
In the sky, small black dots float steadily one by one. Everyone is separated by a certain distance from each other, and some are in groups...but they don't interfere with each other.
At the same time, there are countless streamers coming from afar. Once they arrive, they will find their own group, or stay alone.
Anyway, the area of this basin is very large, so there is no need to worry about congestion at all.
If you look closely, you will find that these "little black dots" are all practitioners.
Some are foundation-building monks with flying swords on their feet, some are golden-core monks who rely on their bodies to fly through the air, and some have extremely powerful auras, which at first glance appear to be Nascent Soul-stage or even more terrifying existences.
In addition to these human monks, there are also some who have strange faces, or have horns on their heads, or have vellus hair, or have wings on their ribs... These are all demon cultivators.
Human monks, demon cultivators... Some are not far from each other, but they live in peace.
I saw them staring and frowning, sometimes staring at the palm basin, sometimes looking at the clouds in the sky, sometimes closing their eyes and meditating...the facial expressions are various.
There are also some people who simply landed on the ground to check the traces of some earth and rock cracks, and occasionally showed knowing smiles on their faces, as if they had gained something.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know all this.
Now Zhang Yang is hiding in a dense bush, his spiritual sense is locked on an old man with white beard who is getting closer, he tries to restrain his breath and be cautious.
Hush!
Accompanied by the sound of swaying vegetation, the old man with white beard parted the bushes and moved quickly through the forest.
Suddenly, his footsteps froze, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
A sense of crisis rose in my heart. Just now, he felt as if he was being watched. Scanned by his spiritual sense, there was no abnormality found around him, but years of experience told him that it was definitely not an illusion.
Reaching out his hand, he took out a purple gourd, instilled with mana, and bursts of faint light appeared.
"I don't know which expert it is? Zhao Tianlai, passing by here, how offended, I hope Haihan!"
The old voice echoed in the woods, startling a few birds, and "Pala La" flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
Boom!
With a sound, a purple zombie jumped out, with a ferocious face, knotted muscles, arms raised flat, and sharp claws glowing black, like a few sharp knives.
The trees swayed, and Zhang Yang followed closely.
However, Zhang Yang is now wearing a long robe to cover his body, and a bamboo hat on his head, covering his face tightly without showing his face. Of course, this bamboo hat can't stop the glance of the divine sense, but Zhang Yang's current distance is outside the range of the other party's spiritual sense, so there is no danger of being discovered.
"Quack quack!" Although Zhang Yang was able to speak, his voice was constricted.
"I look at your aura, it seems that you are a monk at the peak of Foundation Establishment, why don't you even have a flying sword, and you still have to walk on your own legs?"
The white-bearded old man who called himself Zhao Tianlai's expression changed when he saw the Zijiang blood slave. When Zhang Yang showed up, he knew that if he fought the opponent head-on, he would definitely not be able to please him.
Although he is very confident in the magic weapon in his hand, every time this treasure is used, it takes a long time to cultivate it with painstaking efforts before it can be used again. Therefore, it is better not to use it or not.
He lowered his posture at the moment, and said with a smile on his face:
"My wealth is limited, and I can't afford a flying sword until now, but I made friends make fun of it!"
"Huh? There are still foundation-building monks who can't buy flying swords?" Zhang Yang sighed softly. It seemed that all the foundation-building monks had flying swords in his memory!
He was purely curious, but in Zhao Tianlai's ears, he was full of sarcasm. His face changed, but he still forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you are joking! Except for those elite monks from the big sects and big families In addition to the flying sword bestowed by the sect when you advance, how many other small sects and loose cultivators can get the flying sword? What's more, not everyone is good at using the flying sword. The old man thinks that the treasure in his hand is more powerful than the flying sword Come, it’s even more than that.”
Zhao Tianlai clapped the purple gourd in his hand, which seemed to show off, but was full of warning.
"oh?"
Zhang Yang's spiritual sense scanned it quietly, but he was resisted, even the gourd skin couldn't be soaked. He didn't know why, so he kept his composure and continued to ask: "Fellow Daoist is rushing in such a hurry, I don't know where he is going?"
Zhao Tianlai maintained a vigilant look, and answered:
"Don't fellow daoists know? The direction of Yixian Gorge has changed dramatically. Two hidden world-level masters fought against each other. The entire Yixian Gorge was destroyed and turned into a huge basin. Because the entire basin is in the shape of a palm, some people suspect that this may be The effect of the palm of the strong man."
Speaking of this, Zhao Tianlai also showed a look of amazement.
"It is said that the clouds over this palm-shaped basin are treacherous, and the airflow has not yet dissipated; the signs of the ground being destroyed are even more obvious... Therefore, not only me, but the entire cultivation world, who knows, will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I am in a hurry to comprehend the relics of the laws left by the battle! If fellow Taoists also go to have a look, they may be touched, and it is possible to use this to break through."
Zhang Yang looked calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent.
Could it be said that watching the traces left by those strong men in battle can also break through the realm
Not only have I seen the traces, but I have also seen the process of the hand being pulled out, the clouds in the sky are condensed, it seems that I only feel beautiful, but I don't see anything worth studying!
Could it be that a great opportunity was missed by me