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

Chapter 1012

Enraged, the Zombie King roared to the sky, causing the entire forest to tremble.

After a long while, the zombie king slowly came to a stop.

Its face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, its teeth clenched:

"Once I recover from my injuries, I will definitely kill you!"

The bloodlust in the Zombie King's eyes grew ever stronger.

It looked down, let out a loud scream, and was terrified.

The once white and smooth fur was now covered in filth and almost completely withered.

"No! Impossible! My lifespan!"

The zombie king's eyes widened, filled with deep despair.

Since it was reborn after possessing another body, it has been frantically absorbing spiritual energy to increase its strength.

Although he didn't recover to his peak, he still reached the Grandmaster level.

But now, its lifespan has actually been reduced by five years?

The Zombie King knew better than anyone what this meant.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to grind your bones to dust! Aaaaah!"

The zombie king went mad, and his shrill screams echoed through the dense forest.

"not good!"

Ling Yanyan, who was fleeing, felt a slight tremor in his heart. He turned his head and saw the zombie king going berserk.

"That beast is truly insane! What if it finds me?!"

Ling Yan cursed under his breath, then accelerated to its maximum speed and sped away.

Half an hour later.

Ling Yanyan had already left the zombie territory and arrived at a flat canyon.

"Ok?"

At that moment, Ling Yanyan stopped in his tracks, his expression changing drastically.

In the canyon ahead stood an old man in green robes, his aura ethereal; he was clearly a Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm.

"A Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm! He's actually a Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm!"

Feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the old man, Ling Yanyan's face turned ashen.

He never imagined that besides the Zombie King, there would actually be a Grandmaster of Transcendent Realm in this world.

"Haha! You little rascal, you're finally all alone!"

Just then, a burst of wild laughter rang out from behind.

"Zombie King!"

Ling Yanyan looked up, his face extremely ugly.

The newcomer is none other than the Zombie King!

boom!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Zombie King arrived, unleashing a punch that sent shockwaves surging forth with terrifying, overwhelming power.

"Truly worthy of being a Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm!"

Ling Yanyan felt a chill run down her spine, but she remained calm and fearless, instead revealing a hint of joy.

"cut!"

Ling Yanyan held the sword in his right hand and swung it suddenly, unleashing a burst of sword flowers.

Click!

The zombie king collapsed with a single punch, his tiger's mouth burst open, and blood gushed out.

"This kid is actually this strong?"

The zombie king was shocked, his eyes darting around.

"This idiot, doesn't he know that the martial arts techniques of a Grandmaster in the Transcendent Realm are never used for combat?"

Ling Yanyan sneered inwardly.

Cultivators practice their techniques, refine their vital energy, and when they unleash their martial arts, they can mobilize the surrounding spiritual energy, thus multiplying their power.

However, this is also a huge burden that requires long-term accumulation.

Therefore, many cultivators prefer to use elixirs and talismans rather than readily employ martial arts techniques.

After all, each of these items is worth millions.

Moreover, it is consumed extremely quickly, and one dares not use it recklessly unless absolutely necessary.

The Zombie King had clearly not practiced martial arts, which is why he was suppressed by Ling Yanyan.

"We can't confront him head-on; we have to outsmart him!"

The zombie king's face was grim as he retreated continuously.

He had already guessed that the reason Ling Yanyan was able to challenge opponents of higher levels was because of that sword!

"Kid, if you're so capable, fight me fair and square. What kind of hero am I, resorting to sneak attacks like this!"

The zombie king's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out.

hum!

A bright red, crystalline skull appeared out of thin air.

The skull is triangular, as if cast from refined steel, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

"Netherworld Skull, devour it!"

The Zombie King clapped his hands together, controlling the skull to fly towards Ling Yan Yan.

Wow!

The skull swelled in the wind, growing to the size of a millstone, and spewed out a cloud of green poisonous mist from its mouth.

These poisonous mists contain deadly toxins; even an ordinary grandmaster would surely die.

However, these poisonous mists mysteriously dissolved when they were only three inches away from Ling Yan Yan.

"how is this possible?"

Upon seeing this, the zombie king's pupils contracted.

These poisonous mists were condensed from all of its true essence, making them a supremely poisonous treasure.

But now, it can't do anything to Ling Yanyan at all?

"Heh, you think you can kill me with just a little bit of poison? Dream on!"

Ling Yanyan chuckled and pointed a finger, unleashing a dazzling sword aura.

The sword energy was sharp and fierce, instantly piercing through the skull and causing the zombie king to scream in agony.

"You little bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

The zombie king was furious, his eyes filled with resentment and boundless hatred.

It leaped up and charged towards Ling Yanyan.