In a daze, Zhang Yang woke up.

When you open your eyes, what comes into your eyes is a hazy mist, lingering like light smoke.[]

The rich yin energy gathers but does not disperse, and the gusts of yin wind blow, making people extremely comfortable.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but tremble. At the corner of his eyes, an old man with a crane was lying on the ground.

call!

Zhang Yang was startled and immediately stood up. His first reaction was to take the lead and take action first.

The straight body suddenly pounced over, pressed Fang Laoer under him, and reached out to snatch the blood coffin.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang's movements stopped - it seemed that all this went too smoothly, right?

He found that the old man under him had no reaction at all. His straight and stiff body was extremely cold to the touch, and there was no sign of life at all, and he was obviously dead.

However, Zhang Yang did not let go. He swung his sharp claws and cut Fang Laoer's neck to be completely relieved.

There is no way. The shock that Old Man Fang, a powerful Jindan stage, gave Zhang Yang too strong. If he didn't kill him completely, Zhang Yang would never feel safe.

"call!"

Zhang Yang breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Yes! Old Man Fang was not successful in devouring my soul, but was destroyed by "Taiyin Refining"! OK! "Taiyin Refining" is so powerful!"

The memories before the coma suddenly surged up, Zhang Yang understood the situation in front of him and immediately jumped up excitedly.

"Haha! I'm still alive! I'm still alive! And, I'm finally free!"

Over the past year, Fang Laoer's strength and domineering have always been pressing on Zhang Yang's heart like a heavy stone, making him unable to sleep or eat.

It was not until this moment that he felt that life belonged to him.

Don't mention the excitement in your heart.

Zhang Yang felt now, and he wanted to jump up and announce his happy mood to the whole world.

After being excited, I looked at the old man Fang on the ground, and I felt a little sad again.

"Well, it turns out that you are deliberately cultivating me and strengthening my ** is to prepare for the body-taking. Unfortunately, you are not lucky. I have the trump card of "Taiyin Refining" that is enough to kill all soul attacks in seconds."

Zhang Yang sighed.

Looking at the corpse standing there, Old Man Fang couldn't help swallowing and spitting - this damn bloodthirsty instinct!

However, then again, Fang Laoer's powerful Jindan stage powerhouse must have a good taste of flesh and blood, right? Moreover, the higher the level of the cultivator, the more intense his essence and blood energy...

Zhang Yang was really a little moved.

Bang!

Zhang Yang slapped himself hard.

"Although Mr. Fang is not at ease with kindness, his care for me over the past year has been real. Hanyin Body Tempering Decoction and practice techniques... Without his help, even if I have such a powerful technique as "Taiyin Shape Refining", I would not have advanced to the level of the ninth level of the corpse."

"What's more, when he was trapped by the Seven-Star Sword Formation just now, Old Man Fang saved my life... He was uneasy and wanted to harm me, but he died because of me. This was a bit equal."

"The grudge has been eliminated, but the grace has not been repayed! If I blaspheme his body again, it will be truly unreasonable."

"I am a human, I am not a monster! In order to pursue powerful strength, I can give up a lot of things; but there are also many things that cannot be given up."

Zhang Yang thought and made up his mind.

Although absorbing the essence and blood of human cultivators can speed up their cultivation speed; however, Zhang Yang himself will also be affected by bloodthirsty and cruel emotions.

He was afraid, afraid that he would go further and further on the bloodthirsty road. I don’t know which day, if he turns into a bloodthirsty monster from the heart and appearance, and completely breaks away from the human category, then is it still the real Zhang Yang?

Zhang Yang was unwilling to lose himself, so he had to restrain his own health. He did not absorb human essence and blood until he had no choice. This was the standard he gave himself - of course, if he was an irrelevant human monk, it would be a good choice to raise ghost servants and blood slaves.

He reached out and slapped the blood coffin.

call out!

A black light flashed, and both the blood slave and the ghost servant were released.

"Dig a deep pit and bury Mr. Fang's body." Zhang Yang's face was calm and he gave an order.

"Woo!"

The two zombies agreed and immediately began to dig on the ground next to them.

The claws flew and waved, and the efficiency was extremely high.

Zhang Yang sighed and reached out and took off the ring from Fang Laoer's finger.

"Old Fang, Old Fang, don't blame me for plundering your relics! You have said a long time ago that after you die, everything will be passed down to me."

While holding it, Zhang Yang also looked for excuses to comfort himself.

This is a storage ring, which works like those storage bags, but it is much easier to carry and has a larger capacity.

Zhang Yang has high expectations for this object-taking ring. Generally, monks like to carry treasures with them. In this case, the treasures are there, and the treasures are gone!

How rich should Fang Laoer save for a peak Jindan master in his life?

Just think about it, it makes people feel moved.

His hands trembled with blood and recognized his master, and his spiritual sense invaded.

In an instant, a huge space of nearly ten meters in radius appeared in my mind. There were so many things piled up in this space, and there were tens of thousands of spirit stones alone.

There are also various unknown monster materials, spiritual herbs, elixirs, meteorites, fine iron, flying swords...

Zhang Yang took out one to appreciate it and changed it to another one, which was shocked.

"The savings of the old monster in the Jindan stage are indeed different!"

"Huh? I seem to have seen this kind of pill somewhere?"

Zhang Yang suddenly let out a light ejaculation, and after a little recollection, he patted the bag beside him, and there was a small black porcelain bottle in his hand. He opened it to sniff it, compared it, nodded and put it on.

"Well! This is the same pill I got from the thin middle-aged man in the Corpse Refining Sect. Even the Qi Refining Cultivator is not a good thing, no wonder there are several here."

Zhang Yang sighed a little.

But he didn't know that the pill he was impressed with was called the foundation-building pill, which was the most precious.

The foundation-building pill can help monks convert the magic power in their bodies from gas to liquid. It is an essential elixir for the peak monks in the Qi Refining Stage to build foundations.

If the foundation-building pill is used in the process of the corpse advancing to the purple zombie, it can also have miraculous effects.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know about this now. He just threw the things in these small black bottles into the ingot as the most ordinary elixir.

"It seems like something is missing?"

Zhang Yang scratched his head.

"Yes! Eight-way seal!"

Zhang Yang slapped his forehead.

"That seal seems to be Fang Laoer's natal magic weapon. Now, all the things in the object ring are added together, and their value should not be as valuable as half of the eight-sided seal."

Zhang Yang said, and his spiritual sense scanned, and immediately found a small seal in Fang Laoer's right arm.

"Tsk tsk! Old Fang, I'm so sorry! I originally wanted to leave you a whole body..."

Click!

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand and Old Man Fang's arm had been broken.

When I saw that there was not much essence and blood flowing out. The old arm was almost skinny and bone-covered with some dry flesh in the middle. It seemed that Fang Laoer's body was getting worse after being seriously injured by Ye Tiannan half a year ago. This time he was traumatized, and he had reached the point where the oil was exhausted. Otherwise, even the powerful Jindan stage, even the corpse, would not be so easy to damage.

Judging from this situation, not to mention that Zhang Yang was unwilling to absorb his essence and blood out of kindness. Even if he wanted to absorb it, the energy he obtained would probably not be much stronger than a hyena.

Bang!

As the arm broke, a square seal the size of a thumb fell on the ground, smashing the solid ground into a pit and sinking deep.

"Huh? The little thing is quite heavy! No wonder I just held Old Fang'er's dry arms and felt so heavy. I thought it was the special nature of the powerful Jindan, but I didn't expect it to be the one you little thing."

Zhang Yang reached out and snatched the small eight-sided seal in his hand. He could feel a clear sense of falling when he put it in the palm of his palm.

Thinking about the powerful power of the level nine corpse, the one that can make him feel obviously falling is at least dozens of pounds.

This small fingernail-sized seal weighs dozens of pounds, which is terrifying enough.

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