After the formation of a large atmospheric cyclone in the chest cavity, the absorption of yin energy did not stop, but was even more intensified.

The yin condensation beads in the mouth transform into a powerful yin energy. After entering the body, it is transformed into a slight cool air. Part of it continues to merge into the cyclone, making the cyclone become more and more solid; the other part dissipates, infiltrates into the sac, nourishing Zhang Yang's body.

Under the influence of "Taiyin Refining the Body Chapter", every cell in Zhang Yang's body seemed to be able to breathe, opening his mouth wide and swallowing a hint of cool air frantically.

Zhang Yang's appearance is also undergoing slow changes.

The muscles slowly bulge and the body becomes thicker; the already sharp nails become more curved and sharp, developing towards the claws of the beast... The change is not particularly obvious, but it is actually happening.

A stick of incense has passed... Half an hour has passed... An hour has passed... The Yin Ning pearl in the mouth is melting smaller and smaller, and there are signs of completely disappearing...

roar--

Two hours later, a low roar suddenly came out from the cave, and a powerful aura burst out.

The wild beasts within several miles were frightened, and some rabbits and the like collapsed on the ground and drowned; the more ferocious ones and two with their tails squatted, fleeing to the distance with fear, and from time to time turned back to look towards the cave, looking in a fearful expression.

call--

Flashes of rich yin energy blew out from the cave, and under the scorching sun, it looked like a cloud of fog.

Bang!

Zhang Yang punched the mountain cave wall.

Hurry!

The cave wall swayed, and sand and stones fell!

Zhang Yang was extremely excited while clenching his fists and feeling the surging power in his body.

"The peak of the sixth level of the corpse! I actually hit the peak of the corpse level of the corpse in one breath! Hahaha!"

"Is this the power of the peak of level 6 of the corpse? It's so powerful!"

Zhang Yang looked at his limbs and waist that were thicker than before, and his nails that were close to the claws of a beast. Just visually, he could imagine how powerful the power of this body would be once it burst out.

"No! I have faced the sixth-level corpse head-on more than once. Although the sixth-level corpse's power is powerful, it is far from comparable to my current power. I think Wang Yao's seventh-level corpse puppet is just like this!"

The surprise in Zhang Yang's heart was simply undepressed. There was only one impulse, that was, immediately release the level seven corpse in the blood coffin and compete with him to determine his true strength.

However, looking at the sun shining outside and the small cave that was already shaking under the power of his own punch, he could only give up this idea helplessly.

"Tonight! At night, find an open place and compete with the seventh-level corpse puppet."

Zhang Yang thought about it, and was excited for a while before he forced himself to lie down and start resting.

I was confused and didn't know when I would fall asleep.

I was excited and couldn't sleep well.

When I woke up, I found that it was just dark. I tidied up a little, left the cave where I had lived for a day and fled into the dense forest.

...

At this time, twenty or thirty miles away.

A thin middle-aged man in a black Taoist robe was rushing forward at a very fast pace.

The dust and fatigue on his face illustrate his hard work.

Standing on a mountain bag, I took out the spirit plate and took a look, and a smile appeared on my tired face:

"Haha! It's only twenty or thirty miles! I worked hard for a day, consumed dozens of divine talismans, and escaped for more than 600 miles in a row, and finally caught up."

"As long as you kill the murderer and have an old guy decide, the rewards from the sect are naturally indispensable."

The thin middle-aged man took a breath.

"Looking at the traces of fighting around Yinquan Cave, the murderer's strength is indeed only one-line higher than that of Wang Yao, the waste. The old guy's vision is still OK."

"But even so, I have to be careful. Along the way, not only does it consume talismans, but also a lot of magic power in my body. It's better to take a break and adjust my body to the best state before taking action."

The thin middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground as he spoke.

He reached out and patted the bag beside him, and there was a dark gray stone in his hand.

Judging from the texture of this stone, it is exactly the same as what Zhang Yang suspected to be a spirit stone in the spoils of war.

The thin middle-aged man used his exercises and closed his eyes and felt a trace of spiritual power invading his body from the dark gray stones, which was extremely comfortable.

Less than a cup of tea, suddenly, his eyes opened. He hurriedly picked up the spirit plate and looked at it. The silver needle began to sway back and forth:

"Hmm? Start running forward?"

"Stay during the day and rush to the night. It seems that you are really a corpse cultivator!"

"No! He actually put away the blood coffin! It's so damn!"

Seeing the silver needle of the spirit plate in his hand changing from shaking to rapidly spinning and losing his target, the thin middle-aged man stood up.

"I hope I can hurry over now and keep up with his whereabouts."

"It's just a pity that my physical condition has not recovered yet! However, it should be no problem to deal with the murderer!"

The thin middle-aged man said, and he didn't care about resting now. He reached out and took out a magical talisman. The yellow light flashed on his legs and chased forward at a very fast speed.

...

After almost a stick of incense, the thin middle-aged man had already stopped at the entrance of the cave where Zhang Yang was hiding.

The cave is very shallow, and you can see the situation inside by looking at the entrance of the cave clearly.

"Looking at the Feng Shui where this cave is located, it is clearly a pure yang image, but it has such a rich pure yin energy, and it disperses but does not gather. Obviously, something extremely yin thing suddenly scatters out."

"Since the murderer killed Wang Yao and a few trash, he must have discovered the Yinquan in the cave. In other words, he must have had a lot of Yin Ning beads in his hand. If I was not wrong, he should have been hiding here during the day today to temper the zombie puppet."

The thin middle-aged man's eyes began to shine.

"Haha! I thought it would be a chore to come out to chase the murderer, and at most I received some rewards from the sect. Now it seems that I might get a lot of Yin Ning beads! Haha! My three bottles of Yin Ning beads were forced to give two bottles to the old guy. Now, I have to make up for this murderer!"

The thin middle-aged man thought about it and became more determined not to let the murderer go.

He reached out and patted the bag, took out a tracking talisman, recited the decree, and shouted:

"disease!"

puff!

The ginger talisman instantly ignited, turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Immediately, pairs of footprints on the ground were displayed.

"Huh? Zombie! The one who left here in the end turned out to be a zombie? Why didn't you see human footprints?"

The pairs of tightly clasped footprints on the ground were so familiar to the thin middle-aged man, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Well! Maybe it's possible that the corpse cultivator used some hidden method. But he didn't understand why he didn't hide his zombie puppet's footprints together if he wanted to hide his zombie puppet?"

"No matter so many! After catching up, you will understand everything naturally!"

The thin middle-aged man made up his mind and another magical talisman was shot out. The wind blew under his feet and chased him in the direction where the zombie's footprint escaped.

The more you chase, the more strange the thin middle-aged man feels:

"No! Looking at the distance of the zombie's footprints, the target should be a level seven corpse."

"But, I've been chasing for two incense sticks. According to the speed after using the tracking talisman, I should have caught up! Why can't I see its shadow?"

Little did they know that twenty or thirty kilometers ahead, a peak six-level corpse was running all the way, experiencing the pleasure brought by the upgrade.

Zhang Yang burst out the power in his body to the maximum and kept jumping forward.

In order to experience his own extreme speed, he even blessed a second-grade divine movement talisman.

Zhang Yang was very happy when he ran down with all his might, listening to the whistling wind in his ears and feeling the trees that were constantly regressing on both sides.

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