Bang!

With a loud bang, the airflow exploded, the stone urn shattered instantly, and the gravel mixed with liquid splashed everywhere.

Dong!

Accompanied by the explosion of airflow, a figure fell heavily to the ground.[]

The water droplets slid down, revealing the twisted muscles. Who is it if it is not Zhang Yang?

Looking down at your body, the surging magic power surged in every move.

I just fought with the Earth Crazy Rhino and used the Eight-Way Seal and the Soul-Devouring Banner to continuously use the magic power in my body to completely consume it and become empty.

Then, he sucked the essence and blood of the earth's crazy rhinoceros. Under the action of the "Taiyin Shape Refining" technique, the essence and blood of the entire body of this level six-level monster was converted into magic power and forced initiation.

The thirsty body is immediately irrigated, and the magic power in the body reaches the limit of containment, thus advancing to the Ninth-level Great Perfection of the Wandering Corpse in one fell swoop.

The whole process was completely expected by Zhang Yang.

However, he also knew that the practice just now was similar to the method of squeezing seedlings to help grow, so he should not be allowed to do so.

Doing too much will lead to unstable foundations.

Moreover, except for being so powerful, even if most people want to do it, they may not be able to bear it and will explode and die.

In this way, Zhang Yang has reached the peak of the corpse in both his power and his magic. If he wants to continue to make progress, he can only break through one path to follow.

As long as you break through the shackles of the corpse and advance to the purple zombie, the whole body's magic power will be turned into liquid state, and the total amount of magic power will be greatly increased; and the liquid magic power will temper the body, which will also cause drastic changes and become more powerful.

If an ordinary corpse wants to advance to the purple zombie, it is difficult to succeed without an excellent Yin Earth. After reaching the Ninth-level Great Perfection state of the Wandering Corse, he sleeps in the Yin Earth, sucks the Yin energy of the Earth, and absorbs the essence of the moon. After a thousand years, the water will naturally come naturally, condenses the air into liquid, and turns into purple zombie.

Thousands of years are too long for Zhang Yang, a guy who lived for more than 30 years in total before and after the journey, and this is unbearable in any case.

Therefore, there is only the last path left, with the help of Foundation Building Pill, a drug catalyst.

"Now, it's time to go to the Yixianxia Ruins. I wonder what are the benefits of so many monks from all sides gathering together?"

Zhang Yang looked up at the direction of Yishiya, full of doubts.

It is said that there is no profit to get up early. If there is no good enough, he would not believe that so many monks would travel thousands of miles to join in the fun!

...

A line of gorge.

Here, there is no longer the fog that was once shrouded in the past, and even the two cliffs that were standing upright like knifes were destroyed.

Instead, it is a huge basin that stretches for thousands of kilometers.

Looking down from a sufficiently high place, the basin is in the shape of a huge palm.

In the sky, small black dots scattered steadily, and everyone was separated by a distance from each other, and some were in groups of three or five... but they looked like they did not interfere with each other.

At the same time, countless streams of light rushed over from afar. Once they arrived, they would find their own community or stay alone.

Anyway, the basin is very large, so there is no need to worry about congestion.

If you look closely, you will find that these "little black dots" are all cultivators.

Some are the foundation-building cultivators who are on the flying sword, some are the Golden Pill stage monks who are flying with the ** air, and some are extremely powerful all over their bodies. At first glance, they are even more terrifying.

In addition to these human monks, there are also some who have strange appearances, either with horns on their heads, hairs all over their bodies, or with wings on their ribs... These are all demon cultivators.

Human monks and demon cultivators... some are not far from each other, but they live in peace.

They each frowned, sometimes staring at the palm basin, sometimes watching the clouds in the sky, sometimes closing their eyes to ponder...their facial expressions were diverse.

Some people simply landed on the ground to check some traces of cracks in the soil and rocks, and occasionally showed a knowing smile on their faces, as if they had gained something.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know all this.

Now Zhang Yang is hiding in a dense bush, his spiritual sense tightly locking a white-bearded old man who is getting closer and closer, trying to restrain his breath and be cautious.

Wow!

Accompanied by the sound of the swaying grass and trees, the old man with white beard opened the shrubs and quickly moved forward in the forest.

Suddenly, his steps were frozen, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

A sense of crisis arose in his heart. Just now, he felt as if he was being monitored. His spiritual sense scanned out and no abnormalities were found around him. However, years of experience in touching him told him that it was definitely not an illusion.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out a purple gourd, and his magic power was infused with a faint light.

"I wonder which expert is? When Zhao Tianlai is here, he has offended many people, so I hope he can forgive me!"

The old voice echoed in the woods, alarming several birds, and flew into the distance with their wings.

Dong!

With a sound, a purple slack jumped out, with a ferocious face, twisted muscles, raised arms, and sharp claws shining with a pitch-black light, like a few sharp knives.

The trees swayed, and Zhang Yang followed him out.

However, Zhang Yang is now wearing a long robe covering his body, and the hat on his head is covered tightly, without showing his face. Of course, this hat cannot stop the siege of the spiritual consciousness, but now the distance between Zhang Yang is outside the range of the other party's spiritual consciousness, so he is not afraid of being discovered.

"Gagaha!" Although Zhang Yang was able to speak, his voice was cramped.

"I look at your breath, it seems that you are a peak foundation-building monk. Why don't you even have a flying sword? You still have to rush your own legs?"

The white-bearded old man who claimed to be Zhao Tianlai changed his face when he saw the purple zombie blood slave. When Zhang Yang showed up, he knew that if he fought with the other party head-on, he would definitely not be able to get it.

Although he is very confident in the magic weapon in his hand, every time he uses this treasure, it takes a long time to cultivate it with his hard work before he can use it again. Therefore, it is better not to use it if it can be used.

He lowered his posture and said with a smile on his face:

"I have limited wealth and can't afford a flying sword until now, so I'm making fun of it!"

"Huh? There are also foundation-building cultivators who can't afford to buy a flying sword?" Zhang Yang said lightly, and it seemed that in his impression, he felt that all foundation-building cultivators were on flying swords!

He was purely curious, but Zhao Tianlai's ears were full of irony. His face changed, but he still forced a smile:

"Fellow Taoist is joking! In addition to the elite monks from major sects and big families who can get the flying swords given to the sect by advancing, how many other small sects and casual cultivators can get the flying swords? What's more, not everyone is good at using the flying swords. I think that the power of the treasures in my hand is even better than that of the flying swords."

Zhao Tianlai patted the purple gourd in his hand, which seemed to be showing off, but was full of warning.

"oh?"

Zhang Yang's spiritual sense quietly scanned over, but was resisted. He couldn't even soak the gourd skin. He didn't know why, and he kept asking:

"Fellow Daoist is so anxious to travel, I wonder where he is going?"

Zhao Tianlai kept a vigilant look and answered:

"Do you know that the direction of the Yishixiao has undergone a huge change. Two hidden masters fought, and the entire Yishixiao was destroyed and turned into a huge basin. Because the entire basin is palm-shaped, some people suspect that this may be the effect of the strong man's palm."

Speaking of this, Zhao Tianlai also showed a look of surprise.

"It is said that the clouds above this palm-shaped basin are turbulent and the airflow has not yet dissipated; the signs of the ground being destroyed are even more obvious... So, not only me, but the entire cultivation world, who knows, will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and are eager to go over and comprehend the ruins of the laws left over from the battle! You might as well go over and take a look, maybe it will be touched, and it is possible to make a breakthrough through this."

Zhang Yang was calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent.

Can you say that watching the traces left by those strong men’s battles can also break through the realm?

Not only did I see the traces, but I also saw the process of the big shot. The clouds condensed in the sky. It seemed that I only felt beautiful, but I didn’t see anything worth comprehending!

Could it be that a great opportunity was let go by myself?

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