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

Chapter 690

The Zombie King's attacks were ferocious and its moves were bizarre. Ling Yanyan dared not be careless and narrowly avoided vital points each time, while using her strong body to withstand the attacks.

Continuing to fight like this would definitely result in mutual destruction, but Ling Yanyan showed no intention of giving up.

He had already sensed that the magical power within his body was slowly increasing, and if he persevered for a while, victory would be his.

Therefore, we absolutely cannot lose to this damned zombie king.

Boom boom boom.

The two separated again, with blood at the corner of Ling Yanyan's mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a minor injury.

However, his eyes were bright and he exuded a powerful aura, so he didn't look seriously injured at all.

In contrast, the zombie king was in a sorry state, emanating a pungent and foul stench, his skin was charred, and even the green halo above his head had dimmed considerably.

"Damn it, how did this guy suddenly become so powerful?" the Zombie King said through gritted teeth.

He had already learned about Ling Yanyan's background from their earlier exchange.

This guy is indeed a cultivator, but his strength is higher than that of ordinary cultivators, reaching the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Such talent in cultivation is exceptional even in the entire China, no wonder he is called the son of a cultivator.

However, such talent was nothing in the eyes of the Zombie King, because his talent for cultivation was also quite good.

If it weren't for a chance encounter that led him to become a disciple of a cultivator, his cultivation level would have already surpassed Ling Yan Yan's.

Back then, when he was unaware of this matter, he secretly rejoiced at meeting this cultivator, becoming his apprentice, and ultimately experiencing a surge in his cultivation.

It was only later that I learned that this cultivator's cultivation level was only at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

His level of cultivation is utterly trash; how could he possibly be willing to become someone else's disciple?

However, given the opponent's strength, if he refused, they might kill him to silence him.

After all, this world is a dog-eat-dog world.

Therefore, he had no choice but to give in temporarily.

Unexpectedly, after teaching him the techniques, the other party abandoned him here and left him to fend for himself.

This infuriated him, and he also harbored deep hatred for that cultivator.

However, as time went by, he gradually forgot his hatred and instead developed a strong interest in those cultivation techniques.

In particular, the "Sword Control Technique" left behind by that cultivator deeply attracted him.

So, after staying in this horrible place for a long time, his personality gradually became twisted, and he turned into a bloodthirsty demon.

"Roar!"

The red-haired zombie roared angrily, its body suddenly leaping out and crashing hard into Ling Yanyan.

Bang bang bang!

Ling Yanyan swung his peach wood sword to defend, and for a moment they were locked in a stalemate.

"Heh, kid, is that all the strength you have?" the red-haired zombie sneered.

Ling Yanyan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat surprised.

His strength is unparalleled in this world; no one can rival him.

However, this zombie, relying solely on its physical strength and power, fought to a standstill with him.

"This can't go on forever," Ling Yanyan thought to himself.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Ling Yanyan decided to use all his magic power to completely annihilate the zombie.

Otherwise, once he escapes, he will surely wreak havoc on the world.

"Roar."

The red-haired zombie roared to the sky, seemingly sensing Ling Yanyan's determination. It began to fight desperately, its body swelling and radiating an evil aura.

"Huh?" Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This zombie seems to be burning its own soul.

He's actually going to fight to the death?

"Roar!"

The zombie king roared madly, his skin cracking open inch by inch, blood gushing out and turning into streaks of blood that wrapped around his body.

His entire body instantly transformed into a blood-red monster, like a demon clad in scarlet armor.

"go to hell!"

The Zombie King suddenly raised his left arm and slapped it towards Ling Yanyan's chest.