Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 1034

"Cough cough!"

Intense pain spread throughout his body, and the zombie king couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"My power, Feather!"

The Zombie King, filled with shock and rage, looked up at Ling Yan Yan, his eyes revealing deep astonishment: "Who exactly are you?"

At this moment, the Zombie King finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

Ling Yan Yan gave him a very strange feeling!

It's unbelievable that someone so weak could still unleash such formidable fighting power.

"Hmph! You're not worthy to know!"

Ling Yanyan said indifferently, his body turning into a blur as he swept away.

"not good!"

The Zombie King's expression changed drastically.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, desperately urging the remaining source of vengeful spirits within his body.

hum!

Instantly, a layer of black mist enveloped the surroundings, condensing into a shield that blocked Ling Yanyan's path.

Bang!

However, the black mist exploded the next moment.

"What?".

"how is this possible?"

The Zombie King stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Hmph, your strength is too weak, you can't withstand me at all."

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly.

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed out again.

"not good!"

Seeing this, the Zombie King trembled.

"The Curse of the Netherworld!"

In this critical moment, the Zombie King disregarded everything else and immediately unleashed the Netherworld Curse.

In an instant, endless black mist rolled in and condensed into a black sphere.

The black sphere wriggled, enveloping the zombie king like venomous snakes, covering his entire body and radiating a chilling killing intent.

"The Netherworld Curse? As expected of the Netherworld Clan's most precious treasure."

Seeing this, Ling Yan Yan was also slightly surprised.

The Netherworld Curse is the treasure of the Netherworld Clan, possessing immense power.

Once, the Netherworld Ancestor used the Netherworld Ghost Curse to instantly kill a martial artist at the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

"Hmph, kid, don't be so arrogant."

"Although I am only a fragment of a soul, I still possess innate-level power. You are no match for me."

"Have the honor of offering up your body!"

A flash of black light, and the voice of the Zombie King echoed in Ling Yanyan's mind.

"is it?"

Ling Yanyan's expression remained calm.

Immediately, a mocking expression appeared on his face, and he said indifferently, "In that case, I'll send you to your death!"

"What? What are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, the zombie king was terrified.

Ling Yan Yan opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the rune.

Boom!

The next moment, the runes shone brightly, as brilliant as the sun, illuminating the entire bedroom.

"what!"

As the sunlight shone in, the zombie king's screams became even more piercing.

He seemed to be trapped in a fiery inferno, his skin scorched and corroded, emitting thick smoke and a foul stench.

These black mists might be effective against ordinary people, but they are powerless against the sunlight.

"Who are you?"

The zombie king roared, his heart filled with horror.

He never expected that Ling Yanyan would be so terrifying.

"Die!"

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a flash of sword light pierced the void.

The sword light was incredibly sharp, tearing through the black mist and striking the zombie king.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere.

The zombie king's massive body was cleaved in two.

"How could this be?"

The zombie king's pupils were dilated, and it had completely lost its life.

His eyes still held an unbelievable terror.

The mighty zombie king, who had roamed the world for thousands of years, finally fell to a junior.

This was hard for him to understand.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Ling Yanyan did not stop. He quickly rushed out the door and picked up the wooden box on the ground.

Upon opening it, a drop of crystal-clear liquid was suspended in mid-air.

It is the Netherworld Demon Water!

Ling Yanyan's eyes lit up.

This drop of Netherworld Demon Water is enough to help him break through his cultivation level.

"Haha, once I absorb this drop of Netherworld Demon Water, my cultivation will be able to rise to the second level of the Innate Realm."

Thinking of this, Ling Yanyan grinned, eagerly picked up the bottle, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

Gulu!

As soon as it entered my stomach, it immediately turned into a scalding hot current.

Zizizi!

A mysterious medicinal effect spread out, causing Ling Yanyan's aura to rise rapidly.

The body, which was originally extremely weak, gradually regained some strength.