The Fucang sword was sacrificed, and the green sword light was like a horse training, with a speed that was as fast as lightning flashing.

Po! Po!

Two loud bangs, the two figures were instantly slashed, and they were broken like waste paper, turning into pieces of ashes, disappearing without a trace.

Zhang Yang frowned.

Strange!

Too weird!

Even though the Fucang Sword Immortal Artifact is sharp, it can easily kill flying zombies. However, after the killing, there was no drop of essence and blood, and a corpse was left behind, but instead turned into ashes all over the ground. This was too strange.

There is only one explanation. These figures just now are not the true body of the heroic city lord.

Or, what I just saw was not the true form of the heroic city lord.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang felt a little chilling.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of wind came to my ears, but the zombie guards outside the hall were alarmed by the sound of fighting and rushed in.

At this time, Zhang Yang had no scruples and released his spiritual sense.

It was immediately captured that with the central hall as the center, hundreds of hairy zombies and thousands of black zombies were rushing over, and there were three figures with the fastest speed, but three half-step flying zombies.

Fortunately, these zombie heroes were all bare-handed and had no magical weapons, which made Zhang Yang feel very comforted.

Even so, Zhang Yang was unwilling to stay here and fight with them. His figure flashed and was about to leave, suddenly, his eyes froze.

I saw some strange runes flashing inspiration on the wall behind the hall.

As his mind moved, Zhang Yang's figure flashed and he had already reached the wall. He saw the entire wall, densely packed with runes burned.

These runes are strange and weird like tadpoles. Zhang Yang looked a little familiar, and they were extremely similar to the tadpole texts he had associated with drawing talismans during his corpse travel.

Before I could think too much, at this time, many zombie heroes had already rushed into the central hall. The calls for "Protect the city lord!" were heard one after another.

Zhang Yang's spiritual sense was so powerful that he recorded these tadpole texts in just a sweep, and then he stopped hesitating and rushed outward.

At the same time, the magic power in hand was instilled, the green light was swallowed and spit, and the Fucang sword opened the way.

Puff puff puff!

Before the several black zombies who rushed into the hall could react, they were penetrated by a green light, and the broken limbs and bodies flew around the sky like chopping melons and vegetables.

For Zhang Yang, holding the immortal weapon of Fucang Sword in hand to deal with these zombie heroes who don’t even have a common magic weapon, this is not a battle at all, but a massacre.

Zhang Yang's attacks sharply and Fu Cang's sword is sharp, which can easily tear open the defenses of the zombie heroes.

Even if you are swept by a sword light, it will end up with the broken limbs and body. Such a sharp massacre is simply a nightmare for the zombie hero who has never seen even magical weapons.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang had already killed several hairy zombies and more than a dozen black zombies blocked at the entrance of the hall. He flashed his body, then waved his golden wings behind him, flew away quickly, and left the hall.

Although the series of attacks seemed sharp, Zhang Yang felt that he had his own pain.

Just now, Zhang Yang fought with the city lord who didn't know the truth and falsehood to use the Fucang Sword Yu to the best state. The sword light was swallowed and spitted and even locked the opponent several times. Whether it was spiritual consciousness or magic power, it was extremely severely consumed.

Then, before we got a rest, so many zombie heroes rushed in.

In order to avoid being besieged, Zhang Yang could only continue to use the Fucang Sword to the best state, instilling mana madly, and the sword light was swallowed and spitting, like a piece of training, killing him wherever he went.

Sharp attacks are also a severe consumption of mana.

The zombie heroes around him rushed up fearlessly, but they didn't even have any stagnation. This made Zhang Yang not even have the chance to breathe.

Zhang Yang's devouring technique is abnormal and he replenishes his magic power very quickly, but it takes even a few breaths.

Swallows!

The stream of lights, like meteors in the sky, soared into the sky from all over the Hero City and rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yangshu breathed in one breath, took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banners with his hands and waved them hard.

call--

Under the gust of cold wind, the rich gray-black clouds and mists were filled with souls, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling filled the ears.

Dozens of zombie heroes around him were instantly swallowed by these living souls.

Visible to the naked eye, the souls were ferocious and grinned. Zombies were combined with spirit and flesh, and the souls were extremely difficult to pull out. These souls simply plunged into their bodies and bit their sharp teeth.

In the body of a zombie, thousands of souls often drill in, and instantly turn into a lifeless "zombie".

And more living souls are still rushing out of the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

Woo--

Ao--

The sound of ghosts and wolves crying and howling makes people feel numb.

Zhang Yang seized this opportunity, took out a black bottle with his hand, opened the bottle plug, and the rich yin energy inside spread out, but it was a bottle of yin condensation beads.

Zhang Yang didn't care about how many of them were. He opened his mouth and raised his head to swallow all these Yin Condensation Beads, just like eating sugar balls.

Then, the devouring technique was activated, and immediately, the rich yin energy was converted into magic power.

After counting breaths, Zhang Yang only felt the magic power surge in his body. He had only two or three percent of the magic power left, and quickly recovered to 30 or 40 percent. The excess Yin Condensation Power was still constantly transforming and replenishing...

Seeing the increasing number of zombie heroes gushing out from the Hero City, Zhang Yang did not dare to delay too much even though he had the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

With a move, he rolled up the black banner and put away all the gray-black smoke and souls.

There was a silence around immediately.

Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness locked the space position and teleported several times in succession, and the person had appeared thousands of miles away.

Some Mao Zombies also teleported immediately when they saw this, but they found in despair that the distance they teleported was far from each other and was simply incomparable.

The distance of teleportation is related to spiritual consciousness and magic power. Only when spiritual consciousness locks a certain location can teleportation be carried out. Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness is far more powerful than ordinary human cultivators in the God-Cultivation Stage. How can these zombies who have not tempered their spiritual consciousness be compared?

Zhang Yang looked back at the pursuers like meteor showers behind him, and did not dare to think too much about the golden wings behind him. The gust of cold wind turned into a stream of light and flew away quickly.

Once Zhang Yang's escape speed is displayed, he can escape thousands of miles away with every wave of his wings. It is not something that the zombie heroes behind him can catch up.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang disappeared without a trace as he chased after him.

Siming Continent.

A thin figure was floating on a broken mountain range. His appearance and aura were exactly the same as the lord of the Hero City who was killed by Zhang Yang.

The Taotie Beast is already a monster with a level nine in half - although it has not taken this half step after thousands of years.

"Okay, tell me the meaning of these words immediately." Zhang Yang asked impatiently.

"Okay." The Taotie Beast shook its big head, and its mouth almost grinned to its neck kept opening and closing, "Well, this seems to be a story, Siming Continent... Hey! Fellow Daoist Zhang, isn't this the continent where your zombie clone is located?"

"That's right!" Zhang Yang nodded. Zhang Yang did not hide too much about Taotie Beast's own quasi-mount.

"Si Ming Continent is a place where demons are fed, feeding me with the spirits of all things and humans, and harvesting Si Ming Beasts, thinking that it is used for the devil's way in the fairy world..."

The rumbling sound of the Taotie beast kept echoing, and Zhang Yang became more and more frightened as he heard it.

It turns out that what is recorded in this inscription is the origin of the Siming Continent. According to this inscription, the Siming Continent is the land where some demons in the fairy world raise Siming beasts, and this is simply a feeding ground.

And the humans here exist as food for the Siming Beast.

Because the Siming Beast likes an environment with rich yin energy, the demons in the fairy world set the terrain of the entire Siming Continent to be an excellent yin land.

In order to allow Si Ming Beasts to reproduce from generation to generation, they even engraved a spiritual mark on Si Ming Beasts, controlling them to not swallow them when hunting humans. They had to hunt some and leave some as seeds...

Zhang Yang was unwilling to believe all this, but when looking back on all the strange phenomena on the Siming Continent, it seems that only by saying this can you explain it clearly.

However, why has the Siming Continent developed to the present, and the Hero City has gathered so many zombie heroes, but it has not attracted the attention of those who are present in the upper realm; Zhang Yang led the Hegeda tribe to rise and killed Siming Beast on a large scale, but it has not attracted the attention of those who are present in the upper realm?

Zhang Yang frowned and thought, feeling that there was only one explanation, that is, it was just like the relationship between the cultivation world and the immortal world.

In the ancient world of cultivation, it is said that powerful people from the fairy world often came, but in the world of cultivation, such things have never happened.

Zhang Yang didn't know why the powerful people in the fairy world stopped appearing. However, since this is the case in the cultivation world, then the Siming Continent, which is only one endless abyss, may naturally be like this.

"…………Si Ming Continent is the foundation of my immortal world’s demonic path generation. The eating law will never change."

The Taotie Beast's voice came to an abrupt end, and his face was filled with shock and suspicion.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, it turns out that Si Ming Continent is such a dangerous place. When it comes to the devil in the immortal world, it is not something that you and me can provoke. I advise fellow Taoists to come back quickly, otherwise, as long as any demon king in the immortal world comes, fellow Taoists will inevitably fall." Taotie Beast looked fearful.

Zhang Yang smiled softly:

"Even if the inscription is true, I am not afraid. If I have been in the Siming Continent for thousands of years, if there were any dangers, it would have happened long ago. How could I wait until now?"
Chapter completed!