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

Chapter 797

hum!

A dragon's roar resounded, and a golden dragon phantom suddenly appeared in Lin Xuan's palm.

hold head high!

The dragon roared and swallowed the fireball whole.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, the fireball exploded and disappeared without a trace.

This scene stunned everyone!

Ling Yanyan had already left by then; he hadn't expected zombies to come.

He immediately made a hand seal and chanted an incantation: "Supreme decree, divine weapons and sharp instruments, all retreat! So be it!"

As the incantation sounded, the zombies that had been rushing forward suddenly stopped.

Then they turned and ran back. Ling Yan Yan frowned as he watched their departing figures. This had never happened before. Had he made a mistake when casting the spell?

But there was clearly no time for him to think about that now. Only when he saw the zombies fleeing further and further away until they disappeared into the depths of the forest did Ling Yan Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

But before he could catch his breath, he felt a chilling wind blowing from above. Looking up, he saw the sky filled with countless black crows.

The crows were all blood-red, each pair of eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, screeching and flapping their wings as they charged straight at him. Ling Yanyan quickly dodged and chanted a spell to command his flying sword to attack the black crows.

Unfortunately, there were simply too many black crows. Although Ling Yanyan tried his best, he could only kill three or five groups, while the rest still surrounded him like a tide.

Just as the black crows were about to land on him, Ling Yanyan shouted, "Flame Spell!" Countless flames suddenly appeared out of thin air, instantly burning the black crows to ashes.

Just as Ling Yanyan breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard a "creaking" sound again.

Looking up in terror, I saw a giant bat flapping its wings and swooping down.

Ling Yanyan was so frightened he almost fell to the ground, thinking, "Oh my god, I'm doomed this time!"

Just as he was in despair, he saw a silver snake suddenly dart out from the side, wrap around the bat's neck, and then drag it off and throw it to the ground.

The bat struggled to its feet, preparing to fly away again. Ling Yanyan, disregarding everything else, quickly took out his peach wood sword and slashed at it.

He quickly killed the bat, and exhausted, he collapsed to the ground.

Ling Yanyan rested in the grass for a while and quickly recovered his energy. He looked up at the dark sky and the black crows circling overhead, muttering to himself.

"That's strange. Why do these things keep staring at me? Could it be... that they have a special connection with me?"

Ling Yanyan became more and more excited as he thought about it: "Hehe, wouldn't it be wonderful if I could tame these guys and make them my pets?"

So, someone stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to continue exploring.

As a result, apart from encountering black crows, vampires, and various strange little demons along the way, Ling Yanyan gained nothing. He couldn't help but hang his head in dejection and curse himself inwardly for being useless.

Having finally arrived at the destination, Ling Yanyan looked up and froze.

Because he didn't notice anything unusual at all. Everything around him was quiet and seemed completely isolated from the world.

"Huh? How could this be?" Ling Yanyan examined it carefully but still couldn't find any clue.

"Could I have guessed wrong?" With that thought, he left.

However, things rarely go as planned. As Ling Yanyan walked, he suddenly realized that he was trapped in this cave.

Ling Yanyan tried to push the door open to go out, but found that the door did not budge at all, as if it were welded shut.

By this time, the candles inside the cave had burned out, and the walls had turned completely black. Ling Yanyan reached out and touched the corner of the wall, finding it icy cold.

He couldn't help but pull his arms back and rub them, wondering to himself, "Why is the temperature here so low? Could this be a cold spring?"

Just as he was making wild guesses, Ling Yanyan suddenly heard footsteps coming from the depths of the cave.

He quickly held his breath and hid, then strained his ears to listen, only to hear the footsteps gradually approaching the cave entrance before stopping.