Chen Xin is going to die, but if he is dealt with alone, I am afraid it will be even more troublesome. What exactly did he know, who did he reveal it to, and did anyone else he had seen besides him? Ling Yun didn't know at all.

But Ling Yun didn't want to figure it out either. Because in his plan, Chen Xin is going to die, and everyone else is going to die too.

They are all dead, they are clean, and only the dead cannot speak.

Ding Yizhen hid in a dark bush, looking down at the winding caravan at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help licking his lips excitedly, a longing arose.

"According to the information left in the cave, as long as I slaughter a thousand people and accumulate enough zombie team, I can leave this place, go to Swamp Mountain, and officially become a disciple of Master!"

He was originally just a village boy in the mountains, recruited by a caravan passing through the village, used as a laborer, whipped and beaten every day, without enough food and clothing, and often bullied by others.

But when passing through Tombstone Mountain, the caravan was besieged by a large number of zombies. He was abandoned as cannon fodder, and after being cut off with dozens of other house slaves, he thought he would definitely die.

But the rest of the people died, and he fled to the mountains in a panic. When he was cornered, he suddenly found a cave that was very safe, and the surrounding zombies did not dare to wander around the entrance of the cave.

He entered the cave and found a demonic inheritance.

It turned out that the Demon Dao cultivator had slaughtered a family and erected a monument on the ruins, leaving a secret inheritance at this time for future generations.

This inheritance is deeply hidden, and it can only be inherited by mortals, and only mortals can see it.

Ding Yizhen inherited the exercises in this cave, first opened the cyclone, and then practiced slowly, passing the test step by step, and getting every detail of the inheritance.

Originally, he was only a low-level qualification, but there were rare materials in the cave, and after using it, he was promoted to an intermediate qualification.

Ding Yizhen devoted himself to practicing in the tombstone mountain, and spent more than eight years cultivating to the realm of spiritual masters, reaching the standard, and breaking into the final secret room, ready to accept the inheritance.

In the secret room, the Demon Dao cultivator only left an inscription, claiming to be the second generation of Zombie King. If there are really descendants who come here, it means that there is fate, and if you are willing, you can go to the swamp mountain to apprentice and follow yourself to the Western Regions.

As the final test, the second generation of the zombie king asked the descendants to kill a thousand people and save up an army of zombies. There are detailed criteria, such as how many white-haired zombies there are. How many black-haired zombies are there, and how many green-haired zombies are there. But if there is a blue-haired zombie, you need one, even if you meet the entry standard.

Ding Yizhen is an honest person. Honest people often have an advantage, that is, they are down-to-earth, and since the master said so, then they must do so.

He practiced alone on Tombstone Mountain for more than eight years. Enduring loneliness and loneliness, he can only be accompanied by zombies, and accumulate his cultivation bit by bit to the spirit master.

He was originally just a house slave with a very small vision. As for the cultivator's world, he is only a spectator, so he does not understand it.

When he was confused, this inscription undoubtedly pointed out a new direction for him in life, and gave him another goal to strive for, a meaning of existence.

He lives to witness the wonders of the world.

The second generation of King Zombie was originally a house slave, but he was able to achieve such a great cause. The two are from the same background, which increases Ding Yizhen's sense of identity and makes him feel motivated.

After seeing this inscription, Ding Yizhen began to practice hard and began to kill people while accumulating zombies.

Maybe he hasn't felt sick since he killed the first person. Those who died at his hands were like chicks, without any discomfort.

Gradually, he got used to those who screamed in front of him and insulted his zombies. He is also accustomed to looking at the world alone, and only zombies are left to accompany him, but he does not feel sad because of this, but feels lucky.

Ding Yizhen soon discovered that the two tasks actually complemented each other.

When he kills someone, he can use the corpse. Get new zombies. And when a new zombie joins, the power in his hands will increase, which in turn will kill more people.

Tombstone Mountain is located on one of the three most important trade routes in the Western Regions, and every month caravans pass by and are ambushed by him.

Ding Yizhen spent nearly three more years. At this point, it's finally close to success.

And this caravan at the foot of the mountain is the last stepping stone for him to succeed!

It's a great prey!

Caravans were large and small, and large caravans passed by. Ding Yizhen hides far away every time. Medium-sized caravans, Ding Yizhen did not dare to take advantage of it. Only those small caravans. Ding Yizhen dared to make a move and secretly commanded the zombies to chase and kill.

When lucky, the caravans would voluntarily abandon some of their livestock, or domestic slaves.

When you are unlucky, when you encounter hard stubble, the zombies will be slaughtered instead, and you will lose a lot. It can only be re-accumulated.

But this caravan at the foot of the mountain, worse than a small caravan, is already broken. Like an old man in the last years of the wind and candle, he is struggling to breathe, and it seems that with just a finger, he can knock it down.

Ding Yizhen felt that he had the confidence and ability to settle this caravan.

He felt that this was a great gift from God, and it was a pity not to take it.

In the dead of night, in the Feiyan corridor, a dark cloud slowly drifted by, obscuring the moonlight and perception.

Around the camp, at this moment, it dimmed, and for a moment, he felt that the time had come.

"Kill. Ding Yizhen's eyes lit up suddenly, and he secretly drank in his heart. The arranged zombie army sneaked towards the camp from all directions, and it was necessary to kill this caravan.

"What sound?" The scout cultivator outside the caravan camp was very vigilant, he was keeping vigil for this moment.

"Discovery?!" Several cultivators around him were nervous, and now they were already in the news.

The eyes of the five cultivators were all motionless and staring at the dark place in front of them, instinctively, feeling that something was wrong there.

Although the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, a huge bonfire was lit on the camp.

The bonfires crackled in the mountain breeze, and the wood danced in the flames.

In the changing light of the fire, a zombie covered in white hair jumped into the field of vision of the reconnaissance cultivator.

Several cultivators looked at each other, all smiled, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, a white-haired stiff. ”

"Cut, make a fuss, scare Lao Tzu. ”

"Little San, go and solve this unlucky zombie......" The leader of the team of cultivators said casually.

This white-haired zombie has the weakest combat power, and it is not as good as ordinary beasts, and it has no ability to distinguish.

Stiffness of limbs and extremely poor ability.

"Yes, Boss. A young cultivator walked over with a grin and drew his sword.

"Watch out for its corpse poison, that thing will get in trouble. I don't have an antidote. The healing cultivator in the team reminded.

"Got it, got it. Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" the young cultivator who walked out waved his hand impatiently.

If you really want to be poisoned by the corpse, then you have to ask other cultivators to help treat it, and you have to ask for at least half a spirit stone.

However, this white-haired zombie has a one-glance attack move, and it is easy to dodge. Since entering Tombstone Mountain, the young cultivators have killed quite a few.

"This kind of thing, as long as you pay attention to dodge, it's fine...... Uh!" the young cultivator was muttering to himself, when suddenly his voice paused, and his relaxed steps froze in place.

His pupils shrank sharply, and his mouth opened wide in utter horror.

"What's wrong?" The four cultivators in the back quickly asked, sensing that something was wrong.

The young cultivator was reminded by this voice, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he turned around and ran back.

"Quick, signal. There are zombies!" he yelled, his face full of panic.

"A white-haired zombie, afraid of a bird's egg...... I, I'm grass!"

The four cultivators shouted at the same time.