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

Chapter 970

In an instant, the statue looked up and let out a mournful cry, then crashed to the ground with a loud bang, creating a human-shaped crater, and dust filled the sky.

"Pfft!"

Ling Yanyan stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Damn! This guy is really tough!" Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

That heavy blow just now could be said to be Ling Yanyan's strongest attack. Unfortunately, the statue was not injured, but was only knocked back three steps.

Of course, Ling Yanyan's goal was only to force it back, not to actually attack it.

After all, he didn't believe that he could fight against such a monster with his own strength alone.

However, at that moment, three pitch-black tentacles suddenly emerged from the rock wall above Ling Yan Yan's head.

"Oh no!" Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically.

He could clearly feel the chilling aura emanating from the three tentacles.

Clearly, those three tentacles contained a deadly poison!

The next moment, three jet-black tentacles, carrying a strong venom, shot out with lightning speed, approaching Ling Yan Yan in the blink of an eye, and fiercely wrapping themselves around Ling Yan Yan Yan's body.

Ling Yanyan was in excruciating pain all over his body, his body stiffened, and he felt a wave of numbness.

"It's over!"

Ling Yanyan's eyes widened, her pupils filled with shock and fear.

At this critical moment, the vital energy within Ling Yanyan's body suddenly went berserk, like a volcanic eruption.

With a thunderous explosion, Ling Yanyan's cultivation level instantly surged to the peak of Martial Apprentice.

Moreover, Ling Yanyan's internal energy seemed to be continuously increasing, reaching the Martial Master realm, or even higher.

"Huh? What's going on?" Ling Yanyan was taken aback. He felt the vital energy in his body becoming more and more powerful and vast, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

However, Ling Yanyan was not overjoyed. On the contrary, a solemn look appeared between his brows.

Because he noticed that the three tentacles were still tightly wrapped around his body.

"Roar!" The statue roared angrily, raised its claws, and slashed down fiercely.

This time, the statue failed to knock Ling Yanyan away again. Instead, Ling Yanyan punched it in the chest, and its armor, forged from refined iron, cracked inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"Boom!" The statue's body was also blasted away by the enormous force, crashing into the rock wall on the other side and sending up endless rubble.

"call!"

Ling Yan Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air, then slowly withdrew the vital energy within his body, regaining his composure.

"That was close! I almost died." Ling Yanyan patted his chest, still feeling a bit scared. "No, this place is too eerie. We need to find a safe place to hide for a while."

Ling Yanyan turned around, looked at the surrounding scenery, and his expression gradually became serious.

Everywhere you look, there are mutilated corpses, covered in blood, a horrifying sight, as if you've entered hell.

"Roar!"

The statue's roar echoed from afar.

"Damn it! They're chasing us!" Ling Yanyan cursed, then turned around and ran away.

"Whoosh!" Ling Yan Yan used the "Swift Shadow Step" technique, and his speed soared to the limit.

As Ling Yanyan fled frantically, the statue's roar gradually faded into the distance.

Finally, Ling Yanyan stopped and gasped for breath.

"Phew!" Ling Yanyan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face pale. "Damn it, I'm exhausted!"

After resting for a while, Ling Yanyan looked around and found that he was surrounded by a huge stone forest. The densely packed tombstones stretched out like a sea of ​​trees. Each tombstone was towering into the clouds and was black and gold in color, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

Ling Yanyan's gaze swept around, his brows furrowing: "Could this be the Dragon Burial Tomb?"

Ling Yanyan carefully observed the surroundings, but found nothing.

"Huh? That's it!"

Just then, a coffin appeared in Ling Yanyan's field of vision!

Yes, it is indeed a coffin!

A pitch-black coffin lay quietly in the tomb.