Two years later.

Zhang Yang's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Feeling the surging magic power and powerful power in his body, a smile appeared on his face.

Black zombie intermediate level!

Finally successfully advanced to the middle level of Black Zombie!

Since the group of Tianfu ruins, it seems that it has reached the critical point of the initial level of the Black Thunder and is only one line away from advancing to the intermediate level, it has taken two years to officially advance.

Even so, Zhang Yang was already very satisfied.

The biggest trouble for Zhang Yang in the past two years is the power of lightning absorbed when traversing the thunder tribulation.

I have to say that with the nourishment of the power of lightning, Zhang Yang's body is indeed more powerful than before, but the power of lightning is also very troublesome to deal with.

Zhang Yang finally used the method of spiritual guidance to hit him and temporarily stored him in his body.

This also made Zhang Yang determined to find an opportunity to practice some thunder and lightning attribute magic. With these thunder and lightning powers in his body, I believe that the power will not be too weak.

After successfully advancing, Zhang Yang did not come out of seclusion immediately. Instead, he flicked his finger and a monster nearly meter tall appeared in front of him. He was covered in dark iron armor and two sharp axes in his hand... It was the psychic puppet of the old monster Xiong of Puwang Sect.

After the old monster bear was killed, the psychic puppet lost its master and became a masterless thing.

Although this is a psychic puppet, it does not really have life and wisdom, but can only understand some simple language commands of the master. Once the master dies, there is nothing scary.

Zhang Yang's eyes were hot, looking at this psychic puppet. This big black guy has the strength of the Nascent Soul stage! Although it is much worse than the Nascent Soul cultivator of the same level because he does not know how to adapt, it is enough to serve as a considerable arm helper.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang immediately released his spiritual consciousness and began to erode the crystal core of the psychic puppet.

The psychic puppet trembled and even felt a sense of resistance.

Zhang Yang was prepared for a long time. He was not much surprised. Instead, he continued to use his spiritual sense to force him over...

It is not a simple matter to conquer the psychic puppet. It was only seven days later that Zhang Yang stood up in one breath.

Compared to the high spirits seven days ago, Zhang Yang now looks a little tired. However, his face looks extremely excited.

"Tiekui. Your name will continue to be Tiekui from now on. Follow me to explore the world of cultivation and protect me."

"Yes. Master!"

A red light flashed in the eyes of the psychic puppet. The sound of an urn agreed.

Zhang Yang looked at it again, then waved his sleeves reluctantly and put them away.

This time, when I conquered Tiekui, most of the loss was spiritual consciousness. Zhang Yang sat cross-legged and took several days to return to his best condition.

With a flash of his finger, a jade box appeared in his hand. But he saw that there were several talismans sticking to it.

With a finger, the talismans were immediately lifted down and suspended in the air.

Click!

With a light sound, the jade box seemed to be pushed open by something, and a black stream of light flashed by, and it was about to escape to the distance.

Zhang Yang took the light into his hand with a big hand and grabbed the light.

"Let me go! You monster! Sooner or later, I will suck you to refine your soul and make you die a bad death!" A villain several inches tall had a ferocious face and grinned at Zhang Yang. It was the Nascent Soul of Wuya's Old Taoist.

Zhang Yang smiled and ignored him. He reached out and took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banner from the object-taking ring, and gestured at Wuya's old Taoist twice.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Looking at the banner of the Ten Thousand Demon Banners, Wuya's old Taoist also showed a terrifying expression.

"Nothing! I just thought that if there was a Nascent Soul of the Old Taoist Nascent Soul, the power of my Ten Thousand Demon Banner would probably be even stronger." Zhang Yang smiled evilly.

"You... junior! You dare! I am the former head of Tianyu Sect. If you dare to treat me like this, the entire Tianyu Sect will not let you go!" Wuya's old Taoist obviously looked fierce and cowardly in his shrill voice.

"Hehe, the former head of Tianyu Sect? It turns out that you have become an ex? It's not because the Tushita Palace was destroyed last time, so what responsibility did you take? Tsk tsk! That's really embarrassing." Zhang Yang was shocked and looked at Wuya's old Taoist with interesting interest.

"Junior! You will release me quickly. I may be able to do nothing, otherwise, you should know the pros and cons of it." The old Taoist Wuya seemed to have not relieved from the pain of losing his body. When he saw Zhang Yang, he looked like he was gritting his teeth.

Zhang Yang's face turned cold:

"Hmph! I will let you know the pros and cons first! You and I have no grievances or grievances, but you, the old mao, actually want to put me in the Sanwei Dan Furnace to refine me to death. If you don't take this grievance, I, Zhang Yang, will take your surname!"

The pain of being captured by the monk Misha was heard, and when he thought about being put into the Sanwei Dan furnace for refining, Zhang Yang was so angry that his teeth were itchy.

Although he became the beneficiary by chance, this did not relieve Zhang Yang's hatred for Wuya's old Taoist.

With his eyes rolling, Zhang Yang changed his mind again, turned his hand to put away the Wan Yao Banner, and took out a fiery red bottle.

"Hehe, since you once wanted to refine this zombie master, now I will use his own way to give him the other person, so that you can taste the taste of burning fire."

"What are you going to do! What are you going to do!" Wuya's old Taoist shouted sadly, looking at the fiery red bottle, his face extremely frightened.

Although it was just the body of the Nascent Soul, he could clearly feel the strong power of fire from this bottle. Needless to ask, this hateful zombie must have come up with an extremely cruel way to deal with him.

As if to confirm his conjecture, Zhang Yang suddenly shot out several magic tricks, and the old Taoist Wuya was immediately shackled in the waves of spiritual light.

Bang!

With a light sound, the lid of the fiery red bottle was opened, and Wuya's old Taoist had been stuffed in.

Then, before the fire power in the bottle rushed out, the bottle cap was quickly covered, and Zhang Yang followed several magic tricks to seal the bottle cap firmly.

In this fiery red bottle, it is naturally the bottle of Nine Flame Fire that Shangguan Moer conquered.

Although the Nine Flame Fire cannot be compared with the Sanwei True Fire, its power cannot be underestimated. Compared with ordinary flames, it is countless times more powerful.

Moreover, it is precisely because of this that Wuya's old Taoist really suffered a great disaster. If it were a sharp flame like Sanwei True Fire, his Nascent Soul would be burned into ashes in a short time. However, the Nine Flame Fire is now exercising him bit by bit, and the pain can be imagined.

ah--

Even through the bottle, Zhang Yang could hear shrill screams.

Zhang Yangqing opened his eyes with all his strength, and could clearly see the old Taoist struggling in the sea of ​​fire.

"Ah--All beast! I will never let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The Nine Flames's cremation turned into fire phoenixes, hovering back and forth around Wuya Laodao's Nascent Soul. A stream of white smoke rose, and a "sizzling" sound came from the body of the Nascent Soul.

Perhaps it was because he realized his situation, Wuya's old Taoist finally fell into despair and gritted his teeth:

"I will not make you feel better if I self-destruct my Nascent Soul."

As he said that, his face was stunned and he saw the magnificent aura of Wuya's old Taoist Yuanying surging. However, as soon as he expanded, he was quickly reduced by the fire of Nine Flames, and his aura was weak.

"No--"

The old Taoist Wuya shouted again.

When Zhang Yang heard that the other party was about to explode the Nascent Soul, he was stunned at first, but he was not afraid. He didn't know how powerful the old Nascent Soul monster was to explode the Nascent Soul, but he was absolutely confident in his own defense.

However, seeing that Wuya's old Taoist had no reaction, it soon became clear that the Nine Flame Fire had already been able to kill him. Poor Wuya's old Taoist refused to explode his Nascent Soul at the beginning, but now he wanted to explode himself, but he couldn't do it.

Looking at the old Taoist who was struggling and crying in the flames and was in great pain, Zhang Yang did not have much sympathy, but felt extremely happy.

Zhang Yang naturally rewarded him with the most vicious means for this old Taoist priest who had tried to refine himself.

I have to say that the cultivation of Wuya Laodao's Nascent Soul's Great Perfection is quite good. He persisted in the bottle for several hours before his voice gradually disappeared.

"Tsk tsk! Why did you die in just a few hours? You still want to refine you forty-nine days! It seems that you have to control the heat in the future! Next time! After you catch the monk Misha, you must refine him forty-nine days, ninety-nine eighty-one days. That guy is the culprit, the most hateful thing!"

Zhang Yang tsk his tongue and felt a little regretful in his heart.

Then he took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banner and several magic weapons that collected the soul power of the old monster Nascent Soul.

Under the mobilization of spiritual consciousness, those magic weapons were filled with real white smoke, and they quickly condensed into human forms.

These soul powers are the purest soul powers. As for human consciousness, they have long been killed and annihilated by the large array outside the marrow washing pool.

Therefore, although these soul powers are powerful, they lack a fierce aura, but are plain and stupid. Zhang Yang naturally cannot make them the main soul king of the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

After a moment of thinking, the Ten Thousand Demon Banners took the white smoke into it with one move, like a whirlpool.

As the spiritual consciousness moved, gusts of cold wind swayed, and thousands of ghosts howled together.

Leading with the Earth's Crazy Rhino, the evil spirits of monsters and humans rushed over with grinning, and opened their sharp teeth and bite them towards the white smoke.

These white smokes had no consciousness at all, and they didn't even mean to avoid them. In just a moment, they were swallowed by tens of thousands of living souls.

Among them, the Earth Crazy Rhino, as the Soul King, naturally devoured the most. With the surge of breath, there were signs of breaking through to the soul of the level seven monster.

When this Earth Crazy Rhino was taken in, it was just a monster at the peak of level 5. After so many years of cultivation, it has reached the peak of level 6. In addition, its bloodline is strong enough to suppress other living souls in the soul banner.
Chapter completed!