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

Chapter 1027

His appearance was like that of a demon god, utterly evil.

He was shrouded in a hazy mist.

These mists exuded a chilling and terrifying aura.

It seemed to be blowing from the deepest hell, carrying a strong, putrid stench that made one want to vomit.

Within the purplish-black mist, a hideous and terrifying head could be vaguely seen.

It was none other than Ling Yanyan's head.

"This guy!"

Looking at his own body, he realized it had been transformed into this strange appearance.

Even with Ling Yanyan's strong will, he almost broke down.

"You shouldn't have joined forces with the Corpse Ancestor."

At this moment, he raised his head, staring at the zombie king with a cold glint in his eyes.

The Corpse Ancestor is the most powerful being in the world.

Ling Yanyan had witnessed the opponent's strength before.

Although he possessed immense strength, he was, after all, only a martial arts grandmaster.

If it weren't for the various magical artifacts, he would have died at the hands of the Corpse Ancestor long ago.

"I don't care about any Corpse Ancestor, I want you dead now!"

The zombie king, its eyes bloodshot, charged forward with a fierce roar.

In an instant, their fists collided, creating waves of powerful wind that swept in all directions.

clang!

Ling Yanyan swung his iron rod, colliding with the zombie king and producing a piercing metallic clang.

"Damn it, his skin is too thick, I can't break it at all!"

After a brief exchange of blows, Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath.

The Zombie King's body was even harder than his.

Even with his brute force, it would be difficult to break through in a short time.

"Ling Yan Yan, your death is near!"

The zombie king's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he suddenly exerted force in his arm.

There was a 'crack' sound.

The chain on Ling Yanyan's wrist snapped and was forcibly torn open.

"not good!"

Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically.

"Go to hell!"

The zombie king, his face contorted with madness, unleashed a powerful punch.

Ling Yanyan retreated rapidly.

But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't escape the zombie king's pursuit.

Bang!

A muffled thud rang out, and Ling Yanyan's chest caved in as he was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out blood.

"I am going to kill you!"

Enraged, the Zombie King stomped his foot and charged at Ling Yanyan once more.

"Damn it, I still have a long way to go, I can't afford to waste time here."

Ling Yanyan was furious, but he was unwilling to continue the fight.

This place is a mountain of corpses, extremely dangerous.

Moreover, the Zombie King is too powerful; the slightest carelessness could lead to disaster.

With this in mind, he took a deep breath and began to circulate the "Ten Thousand Corpses Technique".

Swish!

In an instant, zombies, like a tidal wave, converged on Ling Yanyan and circled around him.

"Give it to me!"

Ling Yanyan let out a loud roar, the sound booming and exploding in the void.

One by one, the zombies opened their eyes, revealing dull pupils, and all looked at him.

"go with!"

Finally, Ling Yanyan flicked his sleeve.

Whoosh whoosh!

One zombie after another, like arrows released from a bow, swiftly pierced into the body of the zombie king.

In an instant, his aura surged and his power increased dramatically.

"Ling Yanyan, I said I would make you experience all the cruelest tortures in the world before I let you die, hahaha!"

At this moment, the Zombie King laughed arrogantly, his eyes filled with excitement.

"This 'Corpse Ancestor Technique' is indeed profound, worthy of being the legacy of the Corpse Ancestor."

Sensing the Zombie King's growing power, Ling Yanyan's expression turned extremely ugly.

The Corpse Ancestor's Manual is the supreme treasure of the zombie lineage, possessing incredible power.

It is said that when one cultivates to perfection, one can not only turn the rotten into the miraculous.

It can also make people eternally immortal, truly achieving immortality and extending their lifespan to three hundred years.

However, to cultivate to this level, one needs a massive amount of corpse energy, and the conditions are harsh and extremely difficult.

The fact that the Zombie King was able to cultivate to this level is truly astonishing.

"Hmph, since that's the case, you might as well die too."

Just then, a cold and chilling voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately, the zombie king's pupils shrank.

A dazzling golden light streaked across the night sky and hurtled towards him.

This golden light was incredibly sharp, easily tearing through the zombie king's defenses and severing half of his shoulder.

"How could this be! So fast!"

The Zombie King gasped.

He recognized the golden light; it was the same girl from that day.

She didn't die?

And it's still lively and energetic?