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

Chapter 772

Ling Yanyan actually blocked the second move of his full-force Azure Flame Spear Technique. Even the inner disciples of the Lingxiao Sect wouldn't dare to directly confront it!

But Ling Yanyan did it, and he did it easily!

"Ling Yanyan, take another shot!" Zhao Qiankun roared, swinging his spear at Ling Yanyan once more.

"Whoa!"

However, Ling Yanyan vanished from his spot. The next second, Ling Yanyan's figure silently appeared beside Zhao Qiankun, his right hand reaching out to grab Zhao Qiankun's neck and violently throwing him around.

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

"thump!"

Zhao Qiankun was sent flying dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground and immediately losing consciousness.

Ling Yanyan gracefully descended, looking down at Zhao Qiankun, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and said coldly, "I said that I would kill you with my own hands today, and now I will keep my promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan slowly squatted down and placed his hand on Zhao Qiankun's dantian.

"Hey!"

A cluster of flames danced in Ling Yanyan's palm, releasing a chilling and terrifying aura.

"Ah!" Zhao Qiankun suddenly screamed, his face contorted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead.

His meridians and dantian were completely devoured by the Burning Spirit Technique. At this moment, his dantian was like a dried-up riverbed, empty and devoid of any Yuan energy!

"No! Don't destroy my cultivation! Don't destroy my cultivation!" Zhao Qiankun wailed, his face contorted in extreme rage.

"Please, please don't destroy my cultivation! I'm willing to serve you like a slave, please don't destroy my cultivation!" Zhao Qiankun knelt on the ground, pleading repeatedly, his body trembling violently with fear.

Ling Yanyan ignored him and continued to activate the Burning Spirit Technique, instantly turning the Yuan Power in Zhao Qiankun's dantian to ashes.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Qiankun coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face contorting into a grimace. He felt as if he had lost his soul.

"You bunch of scum, I'll take you all down with me!" Zhao Qiankun suddenly went berserk, clenching his fists and cursing through gritted teeth.

"You're courting death!" Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly. He immediately activated the Overlord Spear Technique and thrust out with all his might, aiming for Zhao Qiankun's head.

The spear pierced Zhao Qiankun's throat, and blood spurted out, staining the ground red.

"boom!"

Zhao Qiankun's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, dead.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained 100 experience points."

The system's voice suddenly rang out.

"Qi Refining Level 3!" Ling Yan Yan's face showed surprise...

"I didn't expect there to be such abundant spiritual energy here. After the fierce battle just now, I actually broke through to the third level of Qi Refining!" Ling Yanyan was quite excited.

The Qi Refining stage is divided into nine levels. Every so often, one needs to absorb vital energy, and the difficulty increases as one progresses, which greatly limits the speed of cultivation.

Ling Yanyan had planned to stay here for the night and then return to Lingxiao City, but Zhao Qiankun's appearance disrupted his plans.

Ling Yanyan frowned and decided to leave first, but unexpectedly, he came to a cave and found many zombies inside.

He immediately took out a talisman, chanted an incantation, and flames flew from his palm, landing on the zombies.

"Ah!" The zombies screamed as they were burned.

Ling Yanyan took the opportunity to escape, but was followed by more than a dozen zombies who kept chasing him.

"Damn, this is really troublesome!"

He cursed inwardly and continued running forward.

"Squeak!" Suddenly a strange sound came, as if something was breaking out of the ground.

He immediately became alert and hid behind a rock.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, countless vines sprouted from the grove and began to entwine around him.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan roared, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he formed hand seals, "Swift Wind Technique!"

Instantly, a strong wind arose, snapping countless vines, but even more vines sprouted up, surrounding him completely.

"Damn it!" Ling Yan cursed, casting another spell: "Fire Spell!"

A small fireball rose in his palm, and he hurled it fiercely at one of the vines.