Crack-

Countless silver snakes were flying, and the thunder was deafening.

Squeak-

In the cold cave, a sudden sound of astringent sound came, accompanied by the heavy rain, which was creepy.

Bang!

With a sound, it came from the coffin standing upright by the wall; the heavy coffin lid was overturned, slapped on the ground, and a burst of dust was raised.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

As the heavy object landed on the ground, a zombie jumped out of the coffin.

Green-faced and fangs, ferocious face; straight and stiff arms stretched forward, and the purple-black nails more than three inches long flashed with cold light; the waxy cuticles all over their bodies looked like a pair of armor, which looked extremely strong at first glance.

This zombie is naturally Zhang Yang.

It has been nearly half a month since Zhang Yang advanced to the corpse.

After hard practice, although Zhang Yang failed to advance again, his level of corpse level has been consolidated; another major achievement is that he practiced his spiritual consciousness based on the methods recorded in the "Miscellaneous Essays", and finally he was able to release his spiritual consciousness - although it was only a range of about ten meters.

It took Zhang Feng only ten days to cultivate his spiritual consciousness to this level; but in the following days, no matter how hard he tries, the scope cannot be expanded.

Zhang Yang knew that it would be in vain if he worked hard.

This is limited by the state of mind, and the problem is difficult to solve before advancement.

With this barren cave, the yin energy is so scarce, it is not easy to advance.

With various reasons combined, Zhang Yang felt that it was time for him to leave here.

But at this moment, I encountered this sudden heavy rain.

Thunder roared and kept hovering above the top of the mountain.

The zombie companions all hid in the coffin timidly, not daring to move.

Zhang Yang also felt a burst of trembling from the bottom of his heart, but he still suppressed his fear and jumped out of the coffin.

This is not to say how reckless Zhang Yang is, but he does not think that an extra layer of coffin board can play a great role in protecting himself. When a thunder comes down, no matter how thick the coffin board is, it is useless.

Through the cave entrance, looking at the lightning that keeps rising in the sky and feeling the terrifying power of the sky, Zhang Yang was also secretly shocked.

It seems that zombies are really envied by God! These little zombies are hiding in caves, and they are surrounded by thunder. If they were on the plain, they would have been chopped into ashes long ago.

"Next to Mahler! Why is I so unlucky? I'm regenerating a zombie. It's okay if I look ugly, I have to be careful of being struck by lightning at any time!"

If it were humans, Zhang Yang would have been in tears now.

Just then, suddenly there was a burst of people talking outside the cave.

The sound was very low, and under the cover of the constant roaring thunder and rain, it was almost inaudible.

However, Zhang Yang still believed in his intuition.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

He jumped over gently, hid next to the mountain wall in the entrance of the cave, and his spiritual consciousness spread.

The little bits around it, like a video, were immediately clearly reflected into the mind - the rain hit the ground, forming bubbles; several earthworms crawled out of the soft soil and breathed freely and comfortably...

Apart from that, there are no other suspicious signs.

Zhang Yang did not give up his vigilance. His spiritual sense could only cover a range of ten meters, which was a very close distance and might play some role in fighting. As a reconnaissance, it would be far from enough.

Sure enough, soon, another voice came.

“…is nearby…”

“…There must be a hole…”

“…Look for it again…”

I couldn't hear clearly in the sound of the thunderstorm, but Zhang Yang was surprised to find that he could understand the language here.

In a strange environment, being able to understand the language here is undoubtedly a more survival guarantee. Otherwise, it would be impossible to learn foreign languages ​​in the cultivation world as a zombie.

The voice of people is getting closer and closer, and finally a surprise voice sounds:

"Senior Brother! Found it! There is a hole here!"

During the spiritual scanning, I saw a fat and white Taoist priest outside.

Immediately afterwards, two Taoist priests from outside ran over with surprise.

Generally, zombies have to reach the purple zombie stage, and humans are corresponding to the foundation-building cultivators, so that their spiritual consciousness can be released. Of course, they only have the conditions for the spiritual consciousness to be released. Whether they can be achieved depends on their personal cultivation.

Zhang Yang, a pervert who practiced "Taiyin Refining" and was able to release his spiritual sense by just advancing the small corpse, was really taking advantage of it.

...

Taoist priest?

Come and catch your own zombies?

It's not so tragic! Even if I come back one day later, I will leave here. But now I'm blocked.

Zhang Yang's heart was pounding, and the surprise that he had just brought about because he could understand the language had long disappeared.

There is only this only exit in the cave. A few Taoist priests stood there and even if they blocked the road, they would have no choice but to escape.

As for the fight? Zhang Yang never thought about it.

Since they dare to come to the door, they must have some support. Zhang Yang doesn't think that his small first-level corpse would be the opponent of several Taoist priests.

Zhang Yang was anxious. While his eyes were scanning, he stared at the coffin standing upright beside him, and suddenly his heart moved - he could only take a gamble like this, hoping to hide the truth from the world.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Xiaobu jumped and hid behind the coffin, his body tightly against the wall and remained motionless.

Just as they were done, the sound of the wind was heard, three Taoist priests rushed into the cave with long swords in their hands.

Seeing the coffin leaning against the wall and the empty cave, the few people were obviously relieved.

"Move quickly! All coffins with lids must be sealed!"

After the Yinwu Taoist Master came in, he immediately took the wooden box from the fat little Taoist priest and opened it. He took out a few things with his hands and feet.

Zhang Yang could see clearly from the gap in the coffin, but it was ginger paper talismans, and ink dolls.

Two little Taoist priests took the mo bucket and rushed towards the coffin that was closest to.

The two worked together, pulled the ink bucket, and bounced black lines on the coffin, woven into dense fishing nets. They were skillful in the movements and could be done in minutes.

Then he stopped caring and rushed towards the next coffin.

Taoist Master Yinwu was holding a huge brush, dipped in golden ink, and sprinkled it casually, drawing ghost talismans on the coffin where he played the ink net. The whole process was like flowing water, and it looked quite chic.

In this way, the little Taoist priest was responsible for playing the ink bucket, while the Taoist Yinwu painted talismans on the coffin and took out four coffins in a cup of tea.

Just as they approached the fifth coffin, something went wrong.

The two little Taoists had just bounced the first black line up, and the zombies in the coffin immediately reacted and pushed them vigorously.

call--

The coffin board smashed open with the sound of wind. With a "bang!", it fell heavily to the ground.

Dong!

A zombie jumped out. His whole body was filled with a strong smell of blood, and he looked very bloodthirsty; his exposed skin was extremely sallow, his face was ferocious, and his nails were more than three inches...

Wow!

As soon as the zombie appeared, she immediately roared and rushed towards the nearest Taoist priest.

Although the two little Taoists were panicked, they were not confused. They worked together to pull the ink rope and bounce it.

Bo!

The ink rope hit the zombie, and immediately a light burst of noise. The smoke rose, and the zombie's clothes and flesh were corroded, making a painful howl, and it fell to the ground staggeringly.

Taoist Yinwu took the opportunity to take action and a talisman was shot.

Bang!

Hit the zombie's forehead.

The zombie, who had just roared fiercely, immediately stopped moving, as if it was being held in a talisman.

Zhang Yang was secretly shocked when he saw behind the coffin.

During this half month, the number of zombie companions in the cave went out every night, and the number of them had dropped sharply to seven; and the zombie who was subdued just now was the most powerful of these seven. Although its strength was not as strong as Zhang Yang, it had reached the peak level of jumping corpses. As long as there is enough essence and blood, it may evolve at any time.

It was this zombie who was subdued in one encounter.

The Taoist priest was so strong that Zhang Yang carefully shrank his body inward and secretly prayed not to be discovered.

The sound of fighting alarmed the six zombies in the coffin.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
To be continued...