The black crane was running for his life at this time, and suddenly felt the strong wind in the back of his head, and thought that Zhang Cheng was catching up, and he was instantly frightened and flew out of the sky, and threw out three purple talismans without looking back.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three explosions in succession, a heavy object fell to the ground, the black crane was stunned, subconsciously looked back, but found that it was actually the corpse of the leading mage, and he didn't react for a while.

But then he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, turned his head to look, and found Zhang Cheng standing behind him.

"The Black Cloud Sect will not let go of your ......"

As soon as the black crane said a word, he suddenly felt a cold in his chest, looked down, and found that his chest had been pierced by a black stick, and then endless darkness poured in, and his body hung softly on the mourning stick.

Zhang Cheng raised his hand and threw away the body of the Black Crane Patriarch, and with a shake of the stick, he shook off all the blood stains and internal organ fragments on it, and walked down the mountain with his feet.

Xiao Ling and a group of children looked at the direction of the mountains and forests with fear, and it was not until Zhang Cheng's figure appeared that they breathed a sigh of relief.

In just a few moments, the immortals high in the mountains were slaughtered, and many of them did not even have corpses left.

You know, they're immortals! With a wave of his hand, he could find thunder and lightning and flames, but he didn't even have a chance to resist in front of this outsider.

That's too much, isn't it?

Seeing Zhang Cheng approach, Xiao Ling's face was sluggish, and he couldn't speak for a long time, as if he was in a dream.

"Are you alright?"

The faint three words woke Xiao Ling up, she hesitated for a long time, staggered to her feet, and began to take a group of children to clean up the corpses of the villagers.

After a long time, Xiao Ling gathered the corpses of the villagers together, and even the corpses of the mages were moved, covered with withered grass, and lit a fire.

The flames burned brightly, sending up a large amount of black smoke and the smell of burning.

Xiao Ling pulled a group of children to kneel in front of the fire, crying bitterly.

Zhang Cheng just watched silently from the sidelines, without helping or speaking.

If he had acted earlier, he would have had a chance to save everyone, but he did not regret it and did not feel guilty.

The gods do not save the dead, these villagers only have their own lives left in their hearts, and in the face of danger, they actually did not hesitate to give up their children and little spirits.

Such a person...... You can't be considered a human anymore, and if you die, you're dead.

After a long time, Xiao Ling wiped away his tears, picked up a sharp dry wood from the ground, and suddenly plunged it into his neck.

"Phew!" A small pebble flew sideways and broke the dry wood in two.

Xiao Ling was stunned, turned around and smiled bitterly: "Let's go...... The village is gone, what is the point of my life. ”

Zhang Cheng shook his head and stretched out his hand to point at the dozen or so children on the ground, "If you die, what will happen to them?" Do you want them to die with you? ”

Xiao Ling's gaze turned to those immature faces, and tears poured out again, covering his face and crying.

"Sister, don't cry, I've grown up, I'll protect you in the future!"

A child in his early teens stood up, wiped the black ash from his face, and said loudly.

When the other children heard this, they also hugged Xiaoling and cried.

"Right...... Sister, don't cry, Abba and Grandma don't want us, you are the only one in the village who is good to us, and you will be our grandma in the future......"

"Sister, don't die, if you die, we will have no relatives."

Hearing these words, Xiao Ling cried even more, Zhang Cheng put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "You used to live for others, in order to save those villagers, and even willing to become a zombie, but when those mages wanted to kill you just now, how did your villagers treat you?" ”

"I understand......" Xiao Ling slowly stopped crying, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Cheng a few times, pleading: "You are the divine envoy of the Corpse God Temple, please turn me into a zombie!" In the future, I will make cattle and horses for you, and I only ask you to shelter these children. ”

"Alas......" Zhang Cheng sighed, feeling that what he had just said was really in vain.

"I'm not an oracle, and I won't turn you into a zombie, if you want to protect them, you'll have to work on your own."

"Me?" Xiao Ling was stunned, "What can I do?" ”

"If those immortals can cultivate, why can't you cultivate? As long as you have mana, do you still need to seek protection from others? ”

"Cultivation ......" Xiao Ling's face was full of bitterness, "Where are the classics of those immortals that we can access, even if we want to cultivate, there is no way......

Zhang Cheng smiled, "Didn't you want to learn from me before?" I can teach you. ”

Xiao Ling's mouth opened instantly, "You...... Willing to teach me? ”

Zhang Cheng deliberately kept a straight face and said in a deep voice: "If you don't kneel down to worship the master, don't you want to?" ”

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Ling's whole body trembled, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Suli Zhuoya Tu Ling greets Master, thank you Master for ......"

Zhang Cheng nodded and said solemnly: "From today on, you are my second apprentice, and you are also the second senior sister of Shenjunguan, you must remember when you walk outside, you can't lose your face if you lose money, don't fall into the majesty of my Shenjunguan!" ”

Shenjun ......

Xiao Ling silently wrote down the name in his heart, and nodded heavily, "Xiao Ling understands, Master, since I am the second senior sister, there is still a senior brother, right?" Isn't he amazing? ”

Zhang Cheng touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Your senior brother runs a gym, so he is only a registered disciple, don't worry about him......"

"Gym?" Xiao Ling was stunned, his face full of doubts, but he didn't dare to ask more.

Today's incident is still because of Zhang Cheng in the final analysis, although he doesn't care about the life or death of those villagers, but he still can't do it when he sees Xiao Ling and these children staying here to die.

Never mind...... Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and help them again.

Judging from the previous mages, the group of people entrenched in Heiyun Mountain should not be low, and it is even very likely that there are old monsters above the Heavenly Master realm, and the people who killed them themselves, they will definitely not be able to give up.

I can walk away, but what about Xiaoling and these children?

They are powerless, even if they escape from here, with the danger of the corpse world, I am afraid that they will not survive for a day.

So...... The best option for them to survive is to make themselves stronger.

To do this, the quickest way is naturally to turn the spirit into a zombie.

Zhang Cheng was already a corpse demon body, and he could have developed his descendants a long time ago, but it was inconvenient to do so in the yang world.

If Xiao Ling is turned into a zombie, with her innate refining qualifications, her cultivation should be very fast, and at least there will be no problem in self-preservation.

Thanks: Senyu Haixiang, Kent for the tip!

(End of chapter)