The vampire system of different cities

Chapter 83 Eighth Generation Zombie!
"What do you say?"

Xia Lin responded lightly. Ever since he entered Yinluo Town, he had no intention of escaping unscathed.

Either go all the way, or bury your bones here.

This is a risk-taking attitude, and it is also Xia Lin's style of dealing with crises and enemies.

When Sangou heard Xia Lin's words, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, and he curled his lips helplessly. He actually knew in his heart that what he would face here were only zombies and unknown crises, but once he left Yinluo Town, he would Now it’s time to face the even more terrifying Ivan!
After Xia Lin finished speaking, he walked deeper into Yinluo Town on his own. At this moment, the swamp had turned into a pool of scorched earth, burned by the sword glow of the Dusk Sword, and even a drop of water was left behind. Can't see it!
He walked through the swamp on foot. Seeing the lost dog, he hurriedly followed. For him, the only way to survive in this west district is to take risks with Xia Lin.

The two walked for an hour and gradually left the outskirts of Yinluo Town. Xia Lin kept paying attention to the surrounding scene. Judging from the previous swamp, Yinluo Town in the depths should be more humid.

But the facts told him that this was not the case. After the two continued to walk for a while, they saw another dilapidated trace of people!

Like the entrance of Yinluo Town before, there are also many thatched houses and a church with a bell tower all over here. The only difference is that there is no white mist here!

Instead, it was a strange green mist!

The mist was not so thick, but it exuded a strange and unpredictable dangerous atmosphere. Looking at it from a distance, Xia Lin felt something strange.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that this place was a bit creepy, and Sanggou looked at the strange land in front of him, his heart shrank suddenly, and a chill came up his spine.

He looked at the faint green mist, his face was extremely ugly.

"have you seen?"

Xia Lin saw Sangou's face and asked with a frown.

The mourning dog nodded slightly, then shook his head violently, with a look of deep fear and fear in his pupils.

"I've seen the classification of zombies in an ancient book before. The zombie with white eyes is the ninth generation zombie, which belongs to the lowest level."

"The above is the eighth generation of zombies, all the way up to the first generation of zombies. After cultivating the corpse energy to that extent, you will become the legendary ancestor of zombies! The strength can kill a blood clan with the blood emperor and ghost emperor level with one hand! "

"Even in some directions, the zombie ancestor can be compared with the vampire ancestor!"

"However, it is extremely difficult for zombie ancestors and vampire ancestors to be born. Once they are born, it will be the end and the beginning of an era!"

"And zombies at the level of Zombie King are only the sixth generation of zombies!"

When the mourning dog finished speaking these words, his face was extremely pale, and his lips were even more pale and dry.

Xia Lin fell silent after listening to some introductions of Zonggou to zombies. What Zonggou said was nothing more than to show that zombies are indeed a very difficult and terrifying species.

And Xia Lin also knew that after Sanggou finished these introductions, there would definitely be more to come.

"The green mist we see now is probably produced by the eighth-generation zombies. In other words, here... there are eighth-generation zombies!"

"And... I don't know how many there are!"

The mourning dog was a little excited. After all, the eighth generation of zombies has reached the strength of the vampire count. As long as one appears, it will be comparable to the original Bat King!

"The eighth generation?"

Xia Lin's expression was slightly startled, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile was meaningful, and even mixed with a trace of weird and unpredictable excitement.

When Sanggou saw Xia Lin's expression, his whole body couldn't help shaking three times. Why did he feel that the really scary thing was Xia Lin, not the eighth-generation zombie that might haunt...

"I really hope that the eighth-generation zombies you mentioned will appear soon." Xia Lin said lightly, and then walked into the land filled with green mist under the stunned expression of the mourning dog!
Looking at his back, the mourning dog swallowed with some difficulty, and raised his feet with great difficulty, following Xia Lin's figure.

The two searched the thatched cottage and the church as usual, but found nothing except dilapidated ruins.

Then, Xia Lin took the mourning dog and sat on a chair in the church, quietly waiting for the eighth generation of zombies that might appear at any time.

Sanggou sat beside Xia Lin, his face was extremely pale, he looked like a vampire, his lips were so dry that there was no trace of blood, which showed how nervous he was now.

He had only heard about the horrors of zombies before, but after seeing the ninth generation of zombies with his own eyes today, he discovered that the truly terrifying things were not those zombies with hideous faces, but those with a calm expression and extremely fierce attacks. Xia Lin by my side!
Knowing that there are countless unknown dangers ahead, Xia Lin still wants to provoke him, and he will never give up until he finds out all the opponent's backgrounds!

What kind of weirdo is this!
The mourning dog felt like he was going to sigh, he felt that the saddest thing in his life was meeting Xia Lin, a freak!

Several times he felt that Xia Lin must be doomed, and when his life was at an end, Xia Lin survived in a desperate way!

This feeling of constantly hovering on the verge of death would have already collapsed for any ordinary person, but Xia Lin never tires of it, and uses it to continuously improve her strength.

Just a few hours ago, when Xia Lin was surrounded by zombies, he thought Xia Lin must be doomed, but he never expected that Xia Lin would actually break through to the second level count!
This is beyond the imagination of Sanggou. After all, it takes a long time for vampires to cultivate their blood energy. The longer a vampire lives, the stronger it becomes. This is directly proportional to the years.

This is the biggest feature of the Vampire Clan.

But Xia Lin is completely different. What is the concept of advancing in battle?
Anyway, there was still no movement of the eighth-generation zombies at this moment, so Sangou simply asked to relieve his extremely nervous mood at the moment: "Xia Lin, when you were fighting zombies in hand-to-hand combat, why did you suddenly advance?"

Xia Lin on the side was resting with his eyes closed. The words of the mourning dog made him look sideways, and he said a little funny: "Qi Hongxue already knew about this matter, but you haven't found out yet?"

Sanggou heard the words and thought about what happened before, and his memory went back to the garage where he and Xia Lin first met. Sanggou's expression suddenly changed!
"You... When you don't know how to suck blood, you even suck the blood power of others, right?!"

(End of this chapter)