"Huh? What's going on here?"
After sleeping for three months, Zhang Yang woke up for the first time, and the first thing he saw was the cracked rock above his head, and the stone chips and dust that kept falling down.
"Huh? It worked! The promotion was successful!"
Immediately afterwards, feeling his own condition, Zhang Yang immediately jumped up excitedly under the surprise and surprise.
"Quack! This is the power of Purple Zombie!"
Zhang Yang waved his arms, feeling the explosive power of his body and the surging magic power in his body, his heart was extremely excited.
It can be clearly felt that whether it is in terms of mana or physical strength, compared with before the promotion, he has already made a qualitative leap.
Rumble—
The muffled thunder-like sound on the stone wall pulled Zhang Yang back from his excitement.
"Huh? What's going on here? It seems that the stone wall is about to collapse?"
Zhang Yang was deep in thought, wondering how long he had been in a deep sleep. It seemed that what happened to the Corpse Refining Sect during this time
With that in mind, he opened the stone door and stepped out.
As soon as he came out, Zhou Xingwen jumped out like a monkey. He was stunned for a while, and then he had an excited expression on his face.
"Brother Zhang? It's you! You've successfully advanced! Haha... You've finally come out. Brother, I'm so worried!"
"Huh? Brother Zhou, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem to have lost a lot!"
Zhang Yang sighed strangely.
Indeed, the current Zhou Xingwen seems to have lost weight compared to the last time we met, and his face is haggard. A cultivator can change so much in a short period of time. Could it be that some unfortunate drastic change happened
"Brother Zhang, don't mention it! You have been in retreat for more than three months, and you have not heard a word. I am worried, brother! You are the one who is specially taken care of by the guardian. If anything goes wrong, brother will have ten rules. Life is not enough to die!"
With tears in Zhou Xingwen's slightly sunken eye sockets, he stared at Zhang Yang, like seeing his own father.
Zhang Yang snorted, it seems that Zhou Xingwen's fear of being fake and of being punished by the White Witch Corpse King this week is true.
rumbling—
While the two were talking, the surrounding stone walls shook violently again, the stones flew down, and the roar was like thunder.
A curious look flashed across Zhang Yang's face, and he took the opportunity to ask:
"What's going on here? Could it be that something happened to my Corpse Refining Gate?"
"Brother Zhang doesn't know something, it's all caused by the spirit of the Yinquan. Just now, it exploded suddenly, breaking through the roof of the cave and the mountain guard formation. It is said that the leakage of the Yin spirit's breath may attract many foreign enemies. Now the guardian My lord is busy strengthening the seal and preparing to deal with foreign enemies; otherwise, I will be very happy to hear the news that you have successfully advanced, brother."
Zhou Xingwen had no intention of speaking, but Zhang Yang was interested in the listener. He pretended to be casual and continued to ask: "Oh? Foreign enemies? Is there anyone else who dares to provoke me to make Corpse Refining Sect?"
"Hi! Don't mention it! In normal times, it's nothing. However, there is some fairy war relic nearby recently. Many high-ranking monks gathered, and the breath of the spirit of Yinquan may attract them all. Forget it, let's not talk about it." Don’t talk about it! Anyway, these things are left to the guardians and elders to worry about, so we don’t need to worry about them.”
Perhaps because he felt that he had talked too much, Zhou Xingwen waved his hand and stopped talking.
Zhang Yang had the heart to ask what is the spirit of the Yinquan, but he thought it would be unbeautiful to ask too much and make others alert, so he had to give up.
"Well, I believe those Xiao Xiaoxiao will not be able to please us in the hands of our Corpse Refining Sect! I have just successfully advanced, and I need to continue to retreat to consolidate my realm. Now I am afraid that Brother Zhou will be worried, so I want to say hello."
A thought flashed in Zhang Yang's mind, and he said haha.
"That's right! I just succeeded in promotion, so I should take this opportunity to consolidate my realm!" Zhou Xingwen didn't have any doubts.
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Yang retreated into the stone room and locked the stone door tightly with his backhand.
After a moment of hesitation, he flipped his hands over, and there were already several small ginger flags in his hands.
These small command flags were obtained from Mr. Fang. Fang Laoer once arranged it around the ancient tomb.
Zhang Yang has studied their functions, and knows that this is a small formation, which can not only warn, but also block the detection of spiritual consciousness.
Even for a powerful enemy, it is difficult to forcefully break through this barrier with spiritual consciousness; moreover, once it is broken, the masters in the formation will know about it.
With a wave of his hand, the Xiaoling Banner turned into several streaks of yellow light, which shot into the surrounding ground and disappeared in a flash.
"Hmph! Now the White Witch Corpse King is busy sealing the spirit of Yinquan and dealing with foreign enemies. Even if he finds out that I set up this formation, he probably doesn't have time to pay attention to it?"
Zhang Yang snorted coldly, his eyes determined.
And it is.
The bottom of Yinquan.
After several eruptions, the mouth of Yinquan has become a crater-like existence tens of meters wide; and the bottom is a grand underground world.
White Witch Corpse King and his party sat in a circle.
In the center, in a bottomless pit, a big black snake roared angrily and rushed back and forth.
However, every time he rushed near the mouth of the big pit, a large red net would suddenly appear with a flash of light.
boom-
The big net seemed to be solid, and it trembled after being hit.
Zizizi—
There was a burning sound.
hold head high-
Thick smoke rose from the body of the pitch-black snake, and it was so painful that it flung itself away, and quickly shrank back.
The White Witch Corpse King and the others stretched out their palms one after another, with the blessing of mana, the light net immediately followed behind the giant python and pressed down.
After diving tens of feet, the power of the optical network was obviously insufficient, so they stopped advancing; the two sides were at a stalemate.
Next to it, several men in black were running back and forth, laying down black flags and unknown materials around the pit, constantly improving the destroyed formation.
The White Witch Corpse King was busy repairing the seal and suppressing the spirit of Yinquan, but he never let go of his surveillance of Zhang Yang.
In his free time, the White Witch Corpse King shot with his consciousness, and immediately let out a sigh.
"A formation flag that blocks the consciousness? This little guy really has a lot of treasures, but it makes the old man more and more interested."
If it was in normal times, although the White Witch Corpse King was confident, he would never allow this to happen. After all, Zhang Yang meant too much to him.
However, just as he was about to do something, such as having someone remove the banner, suddenly, there was a long cry of a dragon at the bottom of Yinquan.
hold head high-
Boom!
The big black snake started to show its power again, and hit the spiritual light net heavily. The huge shock force made several people in black around shake, and even a Jindan stage monk who lacked mana spit out a mouthful of blood.
The White Witch Corpse King immediately put aside distracting thoughts, and began to direct everyone to infuse mana into the optical net that sealed the serpent.
As for Zhang Yang's matter, although the White Witch Corpse King was a little uneasy, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, it was just a purple zombie that had just been promoted. With Zhou Xingwen and other three senior foundation-building stage monks guarding it, and the horseshoe valley was heavily guarded, nothing would go wrong.
Little did he know that Zhang Yang had grasped the mentality of the White Witch Corpse King, so he dared to give it a go.
After arranging the flags, Zhang Yang didn't do anything immediately, but sat cross-legged on the stone couch and waited quietly.
The limbs and joints of purple stiffness are much softer than those of walking corpses. Although they are not as good as ordinary humans, sitting cross-legged is not a problem.
After waiting for a stick of incense and seeing that there was no reaction around him, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.
He knew that his plan had succeeded, and the White Witch Corpse King really didn't have time to take care of him now.
After making sure that he was not being watched, Zhang Yang felt much lighter in his whole body.
All the work he did was to prepare for refining the bone wings.
The initial strength of the purple zombie is much stronger than that of the wandering corpse, but in the eyes of the behemoth of the corpse refining gate, it still exists like an ant.
The only chance to escape from the Corpse Refining Gate is the bone wings.
Having seen the speed of the flying magic weapon of the White Witch Corpse King, Zhang Yang was full of expectations for his pair of bone wings.
There was even a vague thought deep in his heart, it seemed that the pair of bones and wings were more clever than the White Witch Corpse King's.
I don't know what kind of powerful existence that monster bird is. After countless years of decay, it can still have such a powerful coercion as a mummy; this kind of coercion is not comparable to that of the White Witch Corpse King.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, a pair of huge bone wings appeared in front of him, even if folded, it would be nearly three feet long.
The whole is white and flawless, not like bones, but like suet white jade.
Zhang Yang licked his lips.
Victory or defeat will be decided in one fell swoop, and I can't help but feel a little nervous.
Close your eyes tightly, your consciousness sinks into the sea of consciousness, and the exercises of "Taiyin Liansha" come up again.
It took more than half an hour to mobilize the content of the "Refining Chapter" before getting familiar with it again.
Opening his eyes, Zhang Yang showed a determined look on his face, and the original tension was swept away.
With one flick.
hum—
The mana fluctuated, and the huge bone wings immediately floated.
The first step in refining the flying magic weapon is to invade with the power of the soul. The power of the soul is not equal to the consciousness of the soul, but it is closely related to the consciousness of the soul.
Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness far exceeded that of ordinary human foundation-building monks at the stage of wandering corpses, and it was greatly improved after being promoted to Zombie, which was far beyond what ordinary Zombies could match.
At this point, he is extremely confident.
Fingers pressed the seal, the eyes gradually closed, a majestic soul power spread out from the center of the eyebrows, gradually gathered together, condensed into a strand, and wound towards the bone wing.
The power of the soul quickly touched the bone wing, and immediately became difficult, slowly invading the suet white jade.
Hey!
At the moment when Zhang Yang's soul power penetrated into the bone wing, a scream exploded in his mind like a thunder.
Zhang Yang felt his world spinning for a while, and before he even understood what was going on, he felt the scenery in front of him change.
This is a dark and boundless world, somewhat similar to the depths of his own sea of consciousness, but Zhang Yang is sure that this is definitely not his own sea of consciousness, because there is no such familiar feeling.
At the end of this boundless world, a piece of golden light is gradually condensing.
After a while, the prototype was vaguely visible.
Monster Bird!
It turned out to be exactly the same as the monster mummy I had seen before!