Zombie Evil Emperor

Since ancient times, due to various reasons, the human race and the demon race have been two hostile ethnic groups that hate each other.

Under normal circumstances, few human monks or demon monks go to the opponent's territory, because if they are not careful, they will be treated as prey and killed.

Like before, Yang Tian, ​​the three of them and the demon monks were able to form a temporary team because there were barbarian monks, witch monks, and sea monks at the same time. Otherwise, it would be fine if the human monks and the demon monks didn't fight directly when they met. Okay, let alone forming a team together.

From the words, Yang Tian heard that the bear clan demon cultivator in the ruins of Penglai Immortal Island should have eaten human cultivators, and this time he also regarded himself as food.

"Young human monk, you are unlucky when you meet me, Xiong Batian. If you have any last words, you can tell me first and let Master Xiong hear it, so as not to get into Xiong Ye's belly later and you won't have the chance to say it."

The demon cultivator from the bear clan, who called himself Xiong Batian, patted his big belly and looked at Yang Tian as if he was looking at someone dead.

This really made him feel like hungry food!

Yang Tian's mouth immediately revealed a sneer.

Normally speaking, a young human monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment is no different from a dead person when facing a demon monk in the middle stage of Golden Core.

It doesn't take much, just a casual blow, the monks in the early stage of the Golden elixir can easily kill the monks in the foundation building stage, including the fake Dzogchen elixir monks in the later stage of foundation building, just like slapping an ant to death.

What's more, Xiong Batian is still a middle-stage Jindan monk. What else can Yang Tian be like a dead person in his eyes?

However, Xiong Batian would never have imagined that he, Yang Tian, ​​was not an ordinary mid-stage foundation-building monk, let alone a being that could be killed by just a golden elixir monk.

Seeing Yang Tian sneer and say nothing, Xiong Batian, who was in the middle stage of Jindan, frowned and said, "I'll give you another chance to say my last words. If you miss it, Master Xiong will take action directly."

"If that's the case, then I'll give you a chance to say my last words." Yang Tian looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person, which made the bear demon Xiong Ba Qiang furious on the spot.

boom!

Xiong Batian took action directly, and the void seemed to be cracked by a spear, and a dark phantom appeared and swept towards the side.

This is not a black phantom, but a black demonic energy erupting from Xiong Batian's spear, which can destroy mountains and forests just like the light of a sword.

Just when the black demonic energy swept out by the spear was about to approach, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Yang Tian, ​​with five fingers grabbing at the black demonic energy like steel claws.

Under these five fingers, the black demonic energy suddenly exploded like a firecracker, and the spear hidden in the demonic aura was grabbed.

"Who is it?" This sudden change shocked Xiong Batian on the opposite side. Before taking action, he used his spiritual sense to detect the presence of other monks nearby.

The next moment, when Xiong Batian saw clearly who suddenly appeared and grabbed the spear, Xiong Bi was almost frightened out of his throat. He turned around and ran away without caring about his natal magic weapon, the spear.

The flying zombies, which are comparable to the false infant state of Dzogchen in the later stages of Jindan, are not existences that Xiong Batian can provoke.

When he was escaping, Xiong Batian was still uneasy and transformed into a fat brown bear two feet long. When he ran, his thick limbs fell to the ground with a loud rumbling sound, and he ran thousands of feet away in the blink of an eye.

"Catch them alive!" Yang Tian ordered the flying zombie beside him.

The flying zombie's scarlet blood eyes stared at the direction in which the bear demon was leaving. The pair of wings behind it that looked like black iron stretched out and flapped gently in the air, leaving behind a string of afterimages as they chased after it.

Zombies! Once it reaches the level of a flying zombie, it will have wings on its back, and its flying speed is very fast among countless races in the Yin and Yang Realms.

Not long after the flying zombie chased him, Yang Tian felt the fighting wave coming from the thick fog in the distance. This wave did not last long and ended in two or three breaths.

bump!

The flying zombies are back, and Xiong Batian, who will transform into the body of a two-foot-long brown bear, is still at Yang Tian's feet.

At this time, Xiong Batian, who was lying on the ground, was completely conscious. There was more air coming in from his mouth and nose than coming out, and he was beaten to death. Fortunately, this flying zombie still remembered Yang Tian's words and gave it a breath to know how to catch him. Come back alive.

Yang Tian walked towards the big rice dumpling bear on the ground. When he raised his legs and took steps, his body began to transform into a zombie form.

Yang Tian, ​​who had transformed into a zombie, lay directly on the brown bear's neck. His sharp fangs pierced the bear's skin on his neck and began to suck the blood and soul from the body of this middle-stage golden elixir bear demon.

Soon, Yang Tian in zombie form sucked up all the blood in the bear clan's body.

Feeling the corpse beads in his body evolving rapidly, Yang Tian predicted in his mind that by sucking the blood of seventeen or eighty golden elixir stage monks, he would be able to break through from the late stage of the Kailing Zombie to the early stage of the Flying Zombie.

Just as the bear demon died, wisps of cyan mist floated out from its body. Yang Tian stretched out his hand, and a suction force suddenly appeared in his palm, absorbing the cyan mist that floated out in his palm.

Three hundred and fifty-seven wisps!

Yang Tian counted the amount of cyan mist in his palm. Even though the number three hundred and fifty-seven was a lot, it was actually half as thick as a chopstick.

According to the approximate amount of cyan mist that Ziyun and other people had swallowed before, if Yang Tian wanted to gather a complete Tiangang Qi, he would need at least four or five more.

"Lord Corpse Emperor, can I absorb the cyan mist in your hand?" The flying zombie tremblingly said. Although it didn't know what the cyan mist in Yang Tian's hand was, there was an instinct that kept telling him As long as it can absorb a certain amount of cyan mist, it will be of great benefit to you.

Yang Tian thought for a moment and said: "When I find enough Tiangang Qi, you can absorb other cyan mist."

Upon hearing the agreement, the flying zombie prostrated directly on the ground, expressing its awe and gratitude to the Corpse Emperor.

brush!

As Yang Tian's thoughts moved, the natal magic weapon Ruyi Linglong Tower suspended above his head suddenly shot out a golden fantasy, wrapping up the body of the bear demon on the ground like a streamer.

Soon, the two-foot-long body of the bear demon shrunk to the size of dust in the golden mysterious light. It was brought back to the tower by Xuanhuan and arranged by the Ruyi Linglong Tower Artifact Spirit on the third floor, along with those who were in the same Golden Core stage. The presence of the corpse was placed together.

Yang Tian looked at the flying zombie, thought for a while, and did not put it into the Ruyi Linglong Tower. At the same time, he did not change back to human form.

Then Yang Tian, ​​in his zombie form, began to take the flying zombie to search for the blue mist on the top of the treasure mountain.