Although Ling Ziling does not have a strong body like Xiaochen, but the cultivation of the womb is here, and the zombies who have not reached the corpse king will not be able to hurt Ling Ziling for a while, only to see Ling Ziling wave his right hand, and a thunderbolt shot towards the flying zombie, and the zombie raised his fist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boom"

The thunder light exploded in the zombie's hand, and Ling Ziling took advantage of the situation to withdraw and came to Xiaochen's side. And the zombie couldn't catch up with Ling Ziling because of the lack of stamina blocked by the thunder light in the middle, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that they couldn't deal with the two of them today, the zombie turned around and fled.

"Stop!" Ling Ziling shouted and immediately chased after him.

"Alas...... Can he understand this? ...... really," Xiaochen shook his head and muttered to himself, and then chased after him.

Early the next morning, someone in the town found a body under the torii, and the same way that the people who had died two nights before.

The people in the town were even more worried, but fortunately only one body was found today, and everyone felt a little comforted, at least not many people would die. What everyone didn't know was that if it weren't for Xiaochen and Ling Ziling blocking it, I am afraid that more people would die.

At this moment, Xiaochen is sitting under a laurel tree in the courtyard where Ling Ziling lives to practice the guqin, the sound of the piano is melodious and sometimes low, Xiaochen is sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, and what is on his lap is the broken jade guqin that Ling Ziling gave him, I saw my fingers beating in the string mountain, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but the fingertips that are playing seem to have a special rhythm. Xiaochen pressed the strings with both hands, and all the sounds disappeared.

"Alas, I don't know how long I have to practice this first heart, and this is still the easiest. Xiaochen shook his head and sighed.

Then Xiaochen slowly got up and walked into the house.

"Stinky rogues, where did you say that little zombie ran away last night, why didn't you see him all night?" Ling Ziling asked immediately when she saw Xiaochen walk into the house.

"How do I know, maybe I'm going to find his wife. Xiaochen replied casually.

"Full of nonsense, how can a zombie have a wife?" Of course, Ling Ziling would not listen to Xiaochen's nonsense.

"Did you say he would come tonight? When we come, we can't catch up with him, what should we do?" Ling Ziling continued.

"I don't know about this, you are an elder, you can decide this kind of big thing. Xiaochen said indifferently.

"Okay, I'll go to Qingfeng Creek where I chased zombies last night tonight and wait, you are in charge of Qingfeng Town, if someone dies, hum, I want you to look good. Ling Ziling didn't care about Xiaochen's attitude, after all, people's energy was limited after all, and if she cared about every word, she would have been angry to death.

"Why don't you change it? I'll go to the shore of Qingfeng Creek. When Xiaochen heard the sentence that he wanted to look good, he just didn't break out in a cold sweat, so he opened his mouth to bargain.

"No, I'm familiar there. Ling Ziling didn't give Xiaochen any room to turn around.

"Okay! I'll go!" Xiaochen had no choice but to agree.

Then Xiaochen returned to his room and cultivated, although he practiced "Xuantian Dao" and "Qingchen Decision" every day, Xiaochen felt that there seemed to be no change in his body.

The cultivation before the Yuan Shen was the accumulation of spiritual power, and often only the accumulation of quantity was needed to cause qualitative changes, and the cultivation would be improved, which is why Xiaochen's cultivation in just ten years was comparable to the pinnacle of foundation building, but the genius monks who were born at the age of thirty were still a lot worse.

In the early stage of Xiaochen's cultivation, there was no bottleneck to stop him, but now Xiaochen has ushered in the first bottleneck, no matter how much the true yuan in his body is cultivated, the amount increased is very small, and if he continues to reach the fetal stage of cultivation, I don't know what year and month it will take.

Now the only breakthrough Xiaochen can think of is the magic beads in the body and the strange ring on the chest, the circle on Xiaochen's left chest has been much more complete when it first appeared, Xiaochen often thinks that if this ring is repaired completely, he should also reach the Great Dao period, and the beads in his body, now only half of them are blue, and the blue Zhenyuan Xiaochen has tried many times and failed to mobilize it.

Thinking of the confusion ahead, Xiaochen sighed faintly.

……

The time in cultivation is undoubtedly very fast, Xiaochen felt that the sky had only darkened soon after he had just settled, Ling Ziling had already come to his room, in fact, Xiaochen was also woken up by Ling Ziling.

"Stinky Stream, I'm going to Qingfeng Creek, you should go to the town to have a look, but don't make any trouble. After speaking, Ling Ziling left Qin Qingfeng Town.

Xiaochen got up and moved his body, jumped out of the window directly, and when he came to the street, Xiaochen realized that it was now approaching, and it was dark outside, if it was an ordinary person, he really couldn't see his five fingers.

"Whew" "Whew"

Xiaochen began to wander around the streets, leaving Xiaochen's figure in the streets and alleys, but there was nothing abnormal.

After running for a long time, there was still no movement, Xiaochen couldn't help but be a little bored, so he held his head back with both hands and walked towards the archway at the gate of the town, Xiaochen also wanted to try his luck to see if he could bump into him.

It turns out that the chance of being struck by lightning on the street is very small, and Xiaochen walked all the way to the gate of the town and didn't find anything wrong.

"Alas, it seems that we have to go home empty-handed again. Xiaochen was a little depressed, sitting alone on the archway and muttering to himself.

Xiaochen thought that he was going to return again in vain tonight, and couldn't help but feel bored for a while, and jumped forward suddenly, without a trace of spiritual power, all with physical strength, he went out of the town ten zhang away.

After waiting for no result, Xiaochen decided to go to Xuanqing Mountain to have a look at the small Taoist temple built near the =.

Xiaochen's divine consciousness was fully absorbed in his body, and he advanced in the darkness with a pair of naked eyes.

With a "clang", Xiaochen kicked something away, and Xiaochen immediately squatted down to look.

"Huh!" Xiaochen sighed lightly, and then thought, "Isn't this Xuanqing Mountain's flying sword?

Then Xiaochen released his divine sense, and the star pupil also opened to the limit and swept around with his divine sense.

"Huh?" Xiaochen carried the star pupil at night and during the day, Xiaochen found a corpse on the way to the Taoist temple, and the corpse was still wearing the primary Taoist uniform of Xuanqing Mountain.

Xiaochen walked quickly to the corpse and squatted down to take a look, "Alas, it's too big to play now." Xiaochen looked at the corpse and couldn't help but say.

When Xiaochen found out that this Xuanqing Mountain disciple had been bitten off his throat and died, he couldn't help but think of the zombies that ran away.

The flying sword fell behind for a long distance, and being able to control the flying sword attack was obviously already a fetal cultivation, Xiaochen thought that this disciple had already found a zombie and attacked with a flying sword, and the speed of this zombie needless to say would definitely be able to easily dodge the sword, and then quickly came to his side and bit him to death.

Shaking his head slightly, a flame immediately ignited in Xiaochen's hand, and with a wave of Xiaochen's big hand, the dead Xuanqing Mountain disciple had been cremated. Xiaochen also didn't want to see his fellow senior brother in the corpse wilderness.

After cremating the body, Xiaochen just wanted to walk towards the Taoist temple, but before he took a step, Xiaochen was struck by lightning, and shouted "Uncle Xuanling" and immediately flew to the bank of Qingfeng Creek.

"Uncle Xuanling, don't have an accident!" Xiaochen kept roaring in his heart.

Just now Xiaochen noticed that things had become complicated, the disciples of Xuanqing Mountain Zhuji were sucked, and the zombie advancement may have been successful, after all, the blood of a fetal monk, even if it is only the early stage, its purity is definitely far more than that of ordinary people, and then thinking that the zombie has not appeared tonight, the possibility of advancement is even greater.

Xiaochen hurriedly wanted to find Ling Ziling, even if he was okay now, he had to report it to Xuanqing Mountain quickly, the level of the corpse king plus the terrifying speed, the current zombies were no longer something that the two of them could deal with.

On the bank of Qingfeng Stream, Ling Ziling sat in the small pavilion in the stream, panting heavily, at this moment Ling Ziling's face was pale, her satin-like purple hair was slightly messy, and the corners of her mouth were even more red.

When Ling Ziling came to the bank of Qingfeng Creek just now, she didn't feel anything wrong, after Ling Ziling's imperial sword turned back and forth in the air a few times, she fell to the upper reaches of Qingfeng Creek and wanted to relax, looking at Qingfeng Creek in front of her, Ling Ziling thought of her life in the past five years.

Just when Ling Ziling was relaxing, the zombie who had sucked the essence blood of the disciples of Xuanqing Mountain and had reached the realm of the Corpse King suddenly appeared, and the Corpse King saw that the enemy who hurt him last night was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to take revenge, so he launched a surprise attack with extraordinary speed, Ling Ziling was accidentally injured, but fortunately, at the last moment, Cheng Xiu saved his life.

But in his heyday, Ling Ziling had no chance of winning against this junior corpse king, not to mention that he was already injured at the moment, Ling Ziling relied on the summoned divine beast spirit to barely be able to deal with the corpse king, but time was still the same, the injuries on his body were getting worse and worse, and he was about to die, Ling Ziling immediately used a secret method to escape, temporarily getting rid of the corpse king's pursuit.

In the small pavilion of Qingfeng Stream, Ling Ziling's seriously injured body and the fact that the True Yuan was too depleted and had no strength, if the Corpse King arrived at this time, she would definitely die.

Just when Ling Ziling wanted to give up, her hazy eyes vaguely saw a sword light galloping in the distance, and Ling Ziling's sleepy head was a little clearer.

"Uncle Xuanling, are you there?" Xiaochen shouted in the air.

"Xiaochen, stinky rogue ......" Ling Ziling shouted softly, but because her body was too weak, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's chirping, and I was afraid that no one could hear it except herself.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Xiaochen immediately dispersed the sword light, fell to the ground, grabbed Biliu in his hand and looked around.

"Huh?" Xiaochen turned his star pupils and saw a figure flashing towards the small pavilion in Qingfeng Stream.

"Uncle Xuanling!" Xiaochen looked at it and found Ling Ziling's embarrassed appearance, that figure was the corpse king who was chasing Ling Ziling.

"Bastard, stop me!" Xiaochen shouted angrily, and his body rushed towards the pavilion like a feather arrow off the string.

Xiaochen is not far from Xiaoting, and he is doing it with all his might, even if the speed of the corpse king is deformed, Xiaochen still catches up, a collision in mid-air, Xiaochen flies to the small pavilion with his strength, and the corpse king also flies back a few feet, and strikes again.

Ling Ziling saw that Xiaochen had come to her side, her eyelids could no longer support and slowly closed, at this moment Ling Ziling's face was already worry-free, but her brows were stretched, and the corners of her mouth hung with a waning moon. (To be continued.) )