Chapter 97 Three Hundred Armored Corpses

Keywords: Shentong monk, Jietong monk

"In front is the lizard nest, which is the nest of fierce beasts that once harmed your home. Revenge as much as you can!"

Li Daqi's voice sounded like a life-threatening song. For today's nearly a thousand zombies, those once powerful but now weak mutant lizards are the best nutrition for their growth.

Under the moonlight, a huge fight quietly kicked off.

In this battle, a total of half of the zombies died, and more than 500 people remained, all of whom were upgraded to two levels in a row, basically reaching the level of third-level Dantian. As long as zombies give birth to Dantian, the days of cultivation will be better in the future.

Li Daqi was not stingy at all and threw more than 500 blood stones.

"You must reach the fourth-order earth escape before dawn, otherwise you will be illuminated into ashes by the sun."

He said it's not bad at all. Strictly speaking, the seventh-order iron body and the zombies above the seventh level can be regarded as armored corpses. The body is like iron, the knives and guns are invable, and the power is incomparable. Nevertheless, they are still afraid of the sunshine, which still poses a fatal threat to them. However, there are exceptions to everything. Some zombies with different bloodlines can be fearless of the sun.

Although Li Daqi once had the ability not to be afraid of the sun in the realm of iron armored corpses, now these evil corpses transformed by eating the energy of zombie Wang Yuandan are not seen one by one.

A bloodstone is one meter long, wide and high, and the blood gas contained inside is extremely rich, which is a very good tonic for low-level zombies. Three hours later, Li Daqi's hanging heart finally fell. The zombie army under his eyelids did not disappoint him. They all broke through the third-order Dantian and rose to the fourth-order earth escape. For zombies, earth escape is an instinct to avoid the sun. You don't have to study deliberately, you are born.

"Song Yi, from now on, you are the captain of the Daqi Army, and Zhang Yu is your assistant."

Among many zombies, only Song Yi has the strongest strength, and now it has reached the peak of the fourth level.

"Yes!" Song Yi no longer has the previous sense of embarrassment of talking, and now he can communicate with Li Daqi normally.

In this way, the zombies are like locusts that eat fierce beasts and zombies, and Li Daqi is like a symbol guiding locusts. Everywhere, a wave of fierce beasts and zombies will be killed by this group of desperate zombies, and even some fierce beasts have no residue left.

Li Daqi led the team he brought up all the way east from the miracle oasis, like an invincible tank, bypassing the road of death and gradually approaching the underworld forest. After more than three months of long journey, he finally took the team to the junction of the underworld forest and the death desert.

In these three months, the zombies met two waves of powerful demons and a wave of demons. After several fights, there were only 300 zombies left. However, the harvest is a pity, because the remaining 300 zombies are beyond the existence of the seventh-order iron body. The strongest Song Yi has reached the ninth-order copper skin, and only one step away can really step into the door of zombie cultivation - the innate secret world!

Li Daqi originally wanted to move forward, but the fate of the sea and the corpse poison reached a critical period of integration. He needed to retreat and completely condense the inner elixir.

"Soong Yi, you and Zhang Yu ordered them to dive underground with me, because I want to retreat."

Song Yi and Zhang Yu, who had seen Li Daqi's methods, of course knew the importance of retreat for their master, so they did not hesitate to carry out this order.

300,000 miles away, the underworld is a mountain with strange flowers and grass.

Two bald monks sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain. Behind them were all kinds of strange flowers and plants, but in front of them stood a staring six-winged tiger. Yes, it was the six-winged tiger tamed by Li Daqi and Wei Yanshui with zombie blood!

"Brother Jietong, there is no way to go on like this." Monk Shentong, who had a black mole on his chin, said with a sad face, "The mage asked us to go out of the city to find the opportunity to save the world. It has been more than nine months, and nothing has been seen. It was not easy to meet a congenital spiritual root banana tree and was guarded by a psychic beast. As people in Buddhism, it is against the harmony of heaven to fight and kill. I think it's better to go and meet the opportunity somewhere else?"

"Brother, if you didn't say it earlier, I'm just saying so!" The monk Jietong with a shawl suddenly smiled and said, "It's hard to get out of the city. I haven't had a good time yet!"

Monk Jietong said, looking curiously at the six-winged tiger and said, "Brother, do you think this tiger is too strange to get out of the body? I don't know why it hasn't turned into a demon?"

Shentong pointed to the plantain tree behind the winged tiger and said, "It is likely to have something to do with this tree. All right, let's go. The mage said that the opportunity was found in the desert of death and the underworld forest. We basically searched the Nether Forest with our divine consciousness and didn't meet any strange people.

"Nonsense, I haven't been to the Nether Lake yet!" The long-haired monk shouted, "Why don't we go down and take a look at the scenery at the bottom of the lake? It must be very fun there!"

Shentong sighed helplessly. He looked at the innocent child beside him and muttered, "Sight, fate! If you live in the old days, you must be a college student. And I can at least do it with a temple abbot. Unfortunately, now that demons are rampant, we all have to work hard for that glimmer of life!"

The two drove the auspicious clouds, flew away from the mountains of strange flowers and grass, and went to the desert of death.

Along the way, the long-haired monk Jietong kept clamoring to go down and have a look. Forced on the identity of the young monk as the heir of the Bodhi Master of Wansheng City, Shentong could also rely on him, falling down and flying up for a while. After tossing for more than two months, the two reached the edge of the underworld forest.

"It's strange why the grass in other places is alive and only the grass in this area is dead?" Jietong squatted on the ground curiously and played with the dead grass in his hand.

Monk Shentong looked at the young Jietong, who was like a child, sighed again and muttered, "Unfortunately, if you hadn't been mentally retarded, you would have soared to become a heavenly monk now!"

"Strange, is there no water?" Jietong thought that he actually released his consciousness and swept down. After a while, he suddenly shouted, "Wow! Brother, hurry up! Look, there are a lot of corpses under the ground!"

Shentong was obviously shocked. His face changed, and he quickly released his consciousness and stretched down little by little. When he reached about 500 meters, he found a body sitting cross-legged in the soil. As he continued to go deep, dozens of bodies were found. Finally, when he extended his consciousness into 1,000 meters, three hundred and one bodies had been found.

"Strange, why are these corpses around the middle one? Isn't it?" Monk Shentong looked happy and said happily, "Brother Jietong, this must be what the mage called 'op opportunity'!"

"Wow! It's disgusting!" Jietong shook his head and said, "How can the body be an opportunity? Brother, are you lying to me? I'm not a child! I don't believe it!"

Shentong scratched his bald head and suddenly said, "Zombie! Not a body! Those sitting cross-legged in the soil are not corpses! It must be a zombie!" He grabbed a yellow weed and pointed it out to Jietong: "Look, these weeds must have been contaminated with the dead air of zombies before they became like this."

Jietong muttered, "What is the dead spirit of zombies?"

After Shentong let go of his consciousness and swept around to make sure that there were no suspicious people within 20,000 miles, he whispered, "The iron armor corpse will be dead. The copper armor corpse has been transformed, similar to ordinary people, and there is only the aura of heaven and earth. This underground zombie is very likely to be a group of iron armored corpses that are practicing.

In Wanseng City, only two people, the Bodhi Master and the deputy city owner of Yuantong, are zombies, and Shentong is the only one who knows this secret. Therefore, few people will mention the word "zombie" in Wansheng City. Of course, Shentong will not tell this secret to Jietong. He is very cautious.

"What can we do to catch them?" Jietong obviously regarded zombies as fierce beasts like winged tigers: "They look very powerful!"

Shentong took out a string of blue rosary beads from his arms, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "This is the 'pure Yang spiritual soldier', the nemesis of the iron armored corpse!"

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