In the dense jungle, several figures fled in front of them.
Whoosh whoosh!
The vegetation swayed behind him, and three black shadows quickly approached.
The faces of the figures in front were full of fear.
Swish!
Blood light flashed.
"ah!"
Accompanied by two screams, "Boom! Boom!" The two figures fell heavily on the ground, drawing two deep marks on the ground full of rotten leaves by their inertia.
Finally, one person realized something, and with a ruthless heart, he shouted: "Everyone, don't run! The enemy's speed is faster than ours. If this continues, we will all die here, and none of us will be able to escape!"
"Yes! We won't run away! Stay here and do our best. If you want to kill us, you have to let him leave behind something!"
The remaining six or seven people stopped immediately, but the panic was hard to hide on their aggressive and fierce faces.
"Quack quack! I finally woke up!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, three black shadows formed a triangle and surrounded several people in the center.
Zhang Yang stared at the few people with a cold look in his eyes.
"This... senior, what are you going to do to let us go?"
A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader asked in a trembling tone.
"It's very simple, I need a foundation building pill, whoever among you can hand over a foundation building pill, I can let him go."
Zhang Yang's tone was cold and he didn't say a word of nonsense.
As soon as the words came out, the faces of several people changed, and they looked at each other.
"Senior, you were joking. We are all Qi-refining stage juniors, and we are casual cultivators. How could there be such treasures as the Foundation Establishment Pill? Don't say we have it, even if we haven't seen it before."
"Yeah!" Zhang Yang nodded, the expression on his face remained the same, making it hard to tell whether it was surprise or joy.
"Well, take a look at these pills. If someone can name them all, I can spare his life. As for the waste that doesn't even know the names of the pills, there is no need for them to exist. "
Several people's eyes lit up, and they immediately showed hopeful expressions.
Zhang Yang waved his hand, and a group of bottles and cans appeared in front of them.
Immediately, these monks couldn't wait to pick up a few each, and opened them to take a closer look.
"This is a corpse pill. I saw it from a corpse repairer."
Immediately, a monk shouted as if he had caught a treasure.
"En!" Zhang Yang nodded, noncommittal. This explosive corpse pill was originally put in by him to prevent people from talking nonsense.
"This is a soul nourishing elixir. It can refresh and moisten the brain, and it is most useful for nourishing the soul. This elixir is extremely rare, and seniors actually have it. It's a great demeanor." Another monk had a flattering smile on his face.
However, he was purely flirting with the blind man.
"This is Xiaopeiyuan Pill. It is a special product of the Sword Spirit Sect among the three sects and four sects. It is most useful for the foundation-building monks."
"This is the recovery pill..."
"This is the Lishen Pill..."
Several monks scrambled to report the names of the pills they knew, lest they become "useless waste" in Zhang Yang's mouth.
Zhang Yang's face remained calm, but he remembered it silently in his heart, thinking that he would put labels on these pills, indicating their names and uses.
There are dozens of medicinal herbs, most of which are common, and these people can recognize them. There are still a few unknown ones, and the chances of it being Jidan are very slim.
Although Zhang Yang had been prepared in his heart, he was also slightly disappointed.
Nodding his head, he put away all the pill bottles and cans.
When it was time to hand it back, two monks rolled their eyes and hesitated for a while, but in the end they didn't make any small moves and handed it back voluntarily.
Zhang Yang smirked inwardly. Knowing that these people's lives are now in his hands, he will never have the idea of stealing the pills; more likely, he is worried about what he just said, and wants to use these pills as a threat.
Of course, since Zhang Yang dared to hand over the pill to them, he would not be afraid of being blackmailed. Unless they have the idea of smashing jade and stone together, destroying them as soon as they get them-only lunatics will do this, and the result of doing so will only make their death worse.
Otherwise, as long as they want to survive and show a slight threatening posture, at this distance, Zhang Yang is 100% sure to kill them instantly.
After putting away the elixir, Zhang Yang turned around and left.
Seeing this, several monks not only did not relax their vigilance, but instead clenched the weapons in their hands one by one, on high alert.
It has to be said that their combat experience is really rich, but in the face of absolute strength, all experience, strategies and the like are just clouds.
As soon as Zhang Yang's consciousness moved, a black shadow swept past like a whirlwind, his sharp black claws gleamed coldly, and amidst the shrill screams, several streaks of blood spattered.
Before even a few monks could make a move, they had already turned into corpses all over the floor.
The blood slave's eyes were bloodthirsty, and blood dripped from his paws.
"Tsk tsk! These people, don't blame me if you die... This deity is very trustworthy. I said that if I don't kill you, I will never make a move... However, it seems that the blood slaves don't want to let you go!"
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue again and again, and searched for all the valuables such as the storage bags on several people's bodies.
As for the corpse, it was burned with a fire.
Not even the soul absorbs it.
Once a person's soul is sucked into the Soul Devouring Banner, he will never be freed.
Zhang Yang had no psychological barriers to killing these monks. After all, if he was weak, these people would definitely shout and kill him as soon as they saw him.
In this world of comprehension where the jungle preys on the weak, killing people and seizing treasures is nothing more than a normal thing. If you want to live well and become strong, you must adapt to this environment.
Moreover, Zhang Yang intends to continue hunting monks nearby, so as not to expose his own existence, so these people must die.
However, sucking the living soul away after killing someone is a bit too evil, Zhang Yang can't do it without deep hatred.
What's more, Zhang Yang is determined to refine the Wanyao Banner.
The soul of a monster, whether it is bloodthirsty or violent, is much better than that of a human monk of the same level. The magic weapon that is tempered is also a bit more powerful.
There are monsters everywhere in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. With Zhang Yang's strength, he has no pressure to hunt monsters of the same level. He really doesn't like these human monks living souls.
After tidying up, he immediately ran away again.
In this way, Zhang Yang led two zombie puppets to lurk in the nearby forest. As for the human monks passing by, they would avoid those who could fly in the sky;
Zhang Yang is also very self-aware, knowing what kind of human monks he cannot afford to provoke.
Anyone who can't fly is either a poor ghost foundation-building monk or a Qi-refining monk. These people will not be his opponents, and there is no risk in hunting them down.
The Yixianxia turmoil seemed to have a great impact on the entire cultivation world. For several days in a row, a large number of monks gathered from all over the place every day.
Zhang Yang knew his strength, even if he went to Yixian Gorge to see the big palm print, he would not get any benefit. On the contrary, intercepting and killing ordinary monks along the way gained a lot of benefits.
However, as the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? If you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts!
And Zhang Yang, after killing several groups of human monks and taking a lot of loot, not only "wet his shoes", but also simply "falled into the river", almost "drowning" himself.