There were no fingers in the hole, and it was pitch black. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The shallow eyes have no effect at all, and they can only rely on their own divine sense to perceive all the way.

Finally, to the innermost.

Qing Qian turned back into a human form, and played a spell to illuminate a space.

What is it?

In such a hidden place in this remote deep mountain and old forest, I actually saw a coffin?

Which sick man buried the dead in this hellish place?

It's shallow and deep, it's weird!

I looked at the cave for a moment, and remembered the scene I had just entered.

Qing Qian pinched it with his hand, and then opened the lid of the coffin to take a closer look.

I knew everything in my heart: it turned out that this was a place of the most yin and evil.

If someone in the family dies and is buried here, it will inevitably develop a corpse, which is the so-called zombie!

But in this corpse breeding place, it is different, and people who were born when they have the golden year and the golden day also die in the golden year and the golden day before they can become zombies.

Moreover, once this zombie is formed, it will be extremely powerful, and it will get twice the result with half the effort when cultivating, which can be described as an infinite corpse.

Qing Qian quietly looked at the little zombie in front of him, and it was obvious that this little zombie was already a little smart.

Although the eyes could not be opened yet, I could already feel that someone was coming, and I was visibly restless.

If a practitioner drops spiritual blood into his forehead at this time, it will help him to open up his spiritual consciousness.

contributed to the blood cultivation of its natal zombie, which also means that this zombie will officially enter the ranks of cultivation.

Qing Qian could feel the fear and fear of this zombie, and cultivators such as goblins had an innate fear of their own kind or other threats that could cause harm.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Qingqian thought of himself.

From the moment of enlightenment, Qing Shallow felt the attraction of all things in heaven and earth to him, but at the same time, there were all kinds of dangers in this beautiful world.

If you want to survive, you must be strong, this is the law of survival of all things in the world.

I force myself to practice every day, force myself to become stronger, and force myself to attack others.

Days like this are a nightmare, and sometimes I wish I didn't know anything, didn't know anything, and enjoyed my short life happily.

Until, I met the night star cold!

A shallow and happy sigh!

Looking at the zombie in front of him, it was a male corpse.

Although his face is a little blue, it can be vaguely seen that he must be suave and extraordinary in his life!

It's a shame to die so early at such a young age!

"Little zombie, you don't have to be afraid, I won't harm you, on the contrary, I want to help you!"

After Qing Qian finished speaking, he bit his finger and dripped a drop of spiritual blood between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual blood was submerged into his forehead and disappeared.

The zombie in the coffin also suddenly opened its eyes.

"Little zombie, you have absorbed my spiritual blood and cultivated well, I hope we can meet again one day. Qing Qian smiled at him.

When I saw him, I remembered what I looked like when I met the night star, if it wasn't for the night star, I wouldn't be able to have today's achievements.

Cultivation is like this, to have good qualifications, you must also have a good master or a good practice.

Otherwise, even if you are a beautiful jade, you can only be used as a stone.

Qing Qian has been wandering in the Six Realms for thousands of years, and of course he has some information about zombies in his hand, and he immediately imprinted it into the zombie's mind through his divine sense.

"Let's cultivate well, I'm also going to cultivate here for a while, let's be neighbors for the time being." ”