Chen Xin is going to die, but it may be even more troublesome to solve him alone. What did he know and who did he reveal to him? Ling Yun didn't know anything about it.

But Ling Yun didn't want to figure it out either. Because in his plan, Chen Xin was going to die, and others were going to die too.

Only when all die can they be considered clean, and only dead people can not speak.

Ding Yizhen hid in a dark bush, looking down at the winding caravan at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but lick her lips excitedly, a desire arose.

"According to the message left in the cave, as long as I massacre a thousand people and accumulate a team of zombies, I can leave here and go to the swamp mountain and officially become my master's disciple!"

He was originally just a mountain villager. He was recruited by a caravan passing by the village and treated as a laborer. He was tortured and beaten every day. He was not full or warm in food, and often was bullied by others.

But when passing through Tombstone Mountain, the caravan was surrounded by a large number of zombies. He was abandoned and used as cannon fodder. He was cut off with dozens of other family slaves. He originally thought he would die.

But the rest of the people were dead, and he fled to the mountains in a panic. When he was desperate, he suddenly found a cave very safe, and the zombies around him dared not wander around the entrance.

He entered this cave and eventually discovered a magical inheritance.

It turned out that the magic cultivator slaughtered a family and erected a monument on the ruins, leaving a secret inheritance for future generations at this time.

This inheritance is very hidden, and it can only be inherited by ordinary people, and only ordinary people can see it.

Ding Yizhen inherited the martial arts in this cave, first activated the cyclone, then slowly practiced, and passed the test step by step to obtain every detail of the inheritance.

He was originally just a low-level qualification, but there were rare materials in the hole. After using it, he was promoted to an intermediate qualification.

Ding Yizhen devoted himself to practicing in the Tombstone Mountain without caring about the world. He spent more than eight years practicing to the realm of a spiritual master, meeting the standards, and breaking into the last secret room, preparing to accept the inheritance.

In the secret room, the demon cultivator left only one inscription, calling himself the second generation of zombie king. If there are indeed descendants here, it means that they are destined to be. If you are willing, you can go to the swamp mountain to become a disciple and follow you to explore the Western Regions.

As the last test, the second generation of zombie kings required that later generations must kill thousands of people and accumulate a large army of zombies at the same time. There are detailed standards among them, such as at least how many white-haired zombies are, how many black-haired zombies are, and how many blue-haired zombies are. But if there are blue-haired zombies, one is needed, and it is even if it meets the entry standards.

Ding Yizhen is an honest person. Honest people often have one advantage, that is, they are down-to-earth. Since Master said this, you must do this.

He practiced alone in Tombstone Mountain for more than eight years. He endured loneliness and loneliness, and could only be with zombies, and accumulated his cultivation to the spiritual master bit by bit.

He was originally just a slave with a small vision. He was a practitioner

The realm is just bystanders, so it does not understand.

When he was confused, this inscription undoubtedly showed him a new direction of life, giving him another goal of struggle and a meaning of existence.

He lives to witness the wonderful world.

The second-generation Zombie King was originally a slave, but he was able to achieve such a great cause. The two came from the same origin, which further increased Ding Yizhen's sense of identity and made him feel that his motivation increased.

After seeing this inscription, Ding Yizhen began to practice hard, began to kill people, and at the same time accumulated zombies.

Perhaps he has never had any discomfort since he killed the first person. Those who died at his hands were like chicks, without any discomfort.

Gradually, he got used to those who roared in front of him and insulted his zombies. He also got used to watching the world alone, and only zombies were left to accompany him. However, he did not feel sad because of this, but instead felt lucky.

Ding Yizhen soon discovered that these two tasks actually complement each other.

After he kills people, he can use the corpse to get new zombies. When the new zombies join, the power in his hands will increase, which can kill more people.

Tombstone Mountain is located in one of the three most important trade routes in the Western Regions. Caravans pass by every month and are ambushed by him.

Ding Yizhen spent nearly three years. At this time, it was finally approaching success.

And the caravan at the foot of the mountain is the last stepping stone for his success!

This is an excellent prey!

The caravans are big and small, and the large caravans pass by. Ding Yizhen always hides far away. Ding Yizhen dares not win over the medium caravans. Only those small caravans, Ding Yizhen, dares to take action and secretly directs the zombies to chase them.

When luck is good, those caravans will take the initiative to abandon some livestock or domestic slaves.

When you are not lucky, when you encounter a tough slaughter, the zombies will be slaughtered and lose a lot. You can only accumulate again.

But the caravan at the foot of the mountain is worse than the small caravan, it is already broken. It is like an old man in his twilight years, and it seems that he can knock it down with just a light finger.

Ding Yizhen felt that he had confidence and ability to settle the caravan.

He felt that this was a great gift from God to him, and it would be a pity not to take it.

It was late at night and the flying swallows were in the corridor, and a dark cloud slowly drifted by, obscuring the moonlight and perception.

At this moment, the camp became dim and for a moment, he felt that the time had come.

"Kill." Ding Yizhen's eyes suddenly lit up, and she secretly shouted in her heart. The arranged zombie army sneaked over from all directions of the camp, and it is necessary to kill the caravan.

"What sound?" The reconnaissance practitioner outside the caravan camp was very alert. He was watching the night for this moment.

"Have you discovered it?" Several people around him practiced

All of them became nervous, and now they were in panic.

The five cultivators stared at the darkness ahead without moving, instinctively feeling something was wrong there.

Although the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, a huge bonfire was still lit on the camp.

The bonfire made a crackling sound under the mountain wind, and the wood danced in the flames.

As the fire light changed, a zombie covered in white hair jumped into the vision of the reconnaissance practitioners.

Several practitioners looked at each other, laughed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, a white-haired zombie."

"Tsk, fuss, scare me."

"Missary, go and deal with this unlucky zombie..." The leader of this team of cultivators said casually.

This white-haired zombie has the weakest combat power, is not as good as an ordinary beast, and has no ability to distinguish.

The limbs are stiff and the ability is extremely poor.

"Yes, boss." A young practitioner walked over with a smile and pulled out his sword.

"Be careful of its corpse poison. If that thing is touched, it will be a little troublesome. I don't have the medicine to detoxify." The healing practitioner in the team reminded.

"I know, I know. Do you think I am a three-year-old?" The young practitioner who walked out waved impatiently.

If you really want to be poisoned by corpse, you have to ask other practitioners to help with treatment, and at least half a spirit stone is required.

However, this white-haired zombie has a sharp attack and is easy to avoid. Since entering the Tombstone Mountain, many young practitioners have killed.

"As long as you pay attention to dodging, it will be fine...uh!" The young practitioner was muttering to himself, and suddenly his voice paused, his relaxed steps were frozen in place.

His pupils shrank and his mouth widened, revealing extreme horror.

"What's wrong?" The four cultivators behind him realized that something was wrong and asked quickly.

The young practitioner was reminded by this voice, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and turned around and ran back.

"Quick, send a signal. There are zombies!" he shouted, looking panicked.

"A white-haired zombie, afraid of a bird egg...I, my grass!"

The four practitioners shouted at the same time.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!