Corpse Town Eternal

"Hmph, you'd better hope that your turtle shell can last long enough." Ye Ming said coldly.

"It's fine as long as it lasts longer than you." Master Wufa said coldly.

Then he rushed directly towards Ye Ming, swinging the Zen stick in his hand with great force, and every move hit Ye Ming's vital points.

Ye Ming was obviously stunned. He obviously didn't expect Master Wufa to say such a fierce word. After all, he was a monk.

But then he thought that Master Wufa probably meant to hold on until he killed himself.

Although he was shocked, Ye Ming's movements were not slow at all.

Master Wufa was already injured, and his attack power was not as good as before. He could only barely reach the threshold of Jindan perfection.

And Ye Ming's cultivation was comparable to the late Jindan, plus the strength of the zombie body, and the three major sword forces he mastered, Master Wufa had no way to deal with him.

All his attacks were blocked by the soft force, and his storm sword, which combined the wind force and rain force, fell on the golden bell, but could not do anything to Master Wufa.

The two of them fought like this, you hit me, I hit you, and neither of them could do anything to the other.

But Master Wufa's face became more and more ugly. He did not expect that Ye Ming's strength was so strong.

The golden bell transformed by the origin talisman cannot exist forever. After the energy in it is exhausted, it will automatically dissipate.

As Ye Ming continued to attack, the color of the golden bell gradually became dim.

Secondly, Master Wufa's own spiritual power was also consumed greatly, and gradually became exhausted. Even with the supplement of elixirs, it could not make up for the consumption.

On the other hand, Ye Ming, from the fight to now, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be endless, and his attack had not been weakened at all.

At this moment, Master Wufa had begun to regret that the reason why he had to fight for the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-controlling Banner despite the risk of both sides being injured with Ghost Shadow was because of the origin talisman given by Master Qingyin, the ancestor of Qingxin Temple.

He thought that with the Origin Talisman, he could deal with the man behind Fufeng City even if he jumped out.

But reality slapped him hard. Facing Ye Ming's tireless attack, he was really scared.

He wanted to escape but couldn't. He couldn't get out without breaking the Ten Directions Mixed Origin Formation.

"Ah~"

Along with the last scream, on the other side, Huo Lian and the other two had killed all the other monks in Qingxin Temple.

"Hahaha, just in time." Ye Ming smiled at Huo Lian and the other two.

Then he immediately drew the power of Huo Lian and the other three. The momentum that had already reached the late stage of Jindan surged again and reached the perfection of Jindan.

"I wonder how long you can hold on, it's pouring rain."

The sword light like a violent storm fell on the golden bell shield, like rain hitting banana leaves, making bursts of crisp sounds.

After one move, Han Xiu used the torrential rain again, attacking continuously and tirelessly.

The light of the golden bell dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the eyes of the Wufa Zen Master inside were full of fear.

But no matter how frightened he was, he could not change the status quo.

"Break it for me." Ye Ming's attack fell on the golden bell again.

"Boom~"

The already dim golden bell broke with a sound, turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the void, and the sword light fell on the body of the Wufa Zen Master.

This highly respected Zen master of Qingxin Temple finally died under Ye Ming's sword.

His body fell down unwillingly. He couldn't understand why he died in the hands of a Jindan early stage cultivator with his cultivation and the protection of the golden bell origin talisman given by the Qingyin Zen Master.

Seeing that all the enemies had been eliminated, Ye Ming directly withdrew the Ten Directions Mixed Origin Formation.

Maintaining the Ten Directions Mixed Origin Formation requires a lot of soul power, which is also a great pressure on Ye Ming. If the golden bell is really more durable than Ye Ming, it is possible that Ye Ming will fall down first.

Fortunately, the old monk was still not good at endurance.

"Master, what should we do next? All the Jindan Perfection cultivators died in Fufeng City. If we don't leave, the next ones to come may be Yuanying Stage cultivators." Yuji said with a trace of worry on her face.

Ye Ming certainly knew what he meant, but his goal in Fufeng City had been achieved.

And although a lot of cultivation materials were spent on setting up the formation, it was worthwhile for Ye Ming to harvest these 10,000 zombies.

Of course, the biggest harvest was the scholar and the butcher zombies.

Originally, Ye Ming planned to let the corpse-raising tree devour the rest of the zombies except for a few zombies with greater potential after the formation was removed to improve their cultivation.

But now Ye Ming has changed his mind. The power of the Ten Directions Mixed Origin Formation is getting stronger and stronger, and the number of zombies needed is also increasing.

It is better to keep them to set up the formation than to cultivate zombies again.

As for the improvement of everyone's cultivation, Ye Ming also has an idea.

There are no living people in Fufeng City, but there are still a large number of cultivators outside the city.

Fighting them head-on is not advisable, but it is still possible to design a plan to attract some people, and then kill them with thunder and lightning, so that they can't even escape.

Outside Fufeng City, the number of powerful people gathered at this time is much greater than the total number of cultivators from Qingxin Temple and Ghost Blade Sect who entered Fufeng City.

Moreover, the cultivation of these people is not weak. Although they are not Jindan Perfect, the number of Jindan cultivators exceeds 30, and the number of foundation-building cultivators is even greater.

"What's going on? It's been a few days since Qingxin Temple and Ghost Blade Sect entered Fufeng City. Why is there still no movement inside?"

"This formation blocks exploration. It is normal that we cannot find any movement in the city when we are outside the city. Maybe there is a big battle going on in Fufeng City at this time."

"Do you think that the people from Qingxin Temple and Guidaomen have had an accident inside? That's why there is no movement at all?"

"It's hard to say. If you want to know so much, why don't you go in and take a look?"

......

Just as everyone was talking about it, the Yin Qi in the outermost part of Fufeng City suddenly began to become thinner, and the people outside the city could already see the scene in the city near the city wall.

Ye Ming stood on the high building of Yihongyuan, controlling the entire Yin Sha Corpse Refining Formation to gather all the Yin Qi and corpse poison in Fufeng City.

A whirlwind blew throughout Fufeng City.

"Seeing the Yin Qi in Fufeng City disappear, these people outside should be unable to resist coming in." Ye Ming sneered.

The corpse-suppressing coffin was taken out, the coffin mouth was opened, and all the Yin Qi and corpse poison gathered were collected by Ye Ming into the corpse-suppressing coffin.

These Yin Qi and corpse poison are the best supplements for zombies, so they can be used as a last resort.

At this time, there are tens of thousands of graves in the corpse-suppressing coffin, and in each grave, there is a zombie devouring Yin Qi.