After entering the soul level, simply absorbing the soul fire of the gray spirit-level undead is no longer so obvious to Wang Qi's physical strengthening. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but a large amount of soul fire can allow him to unseal the new pages of the Natural Disaster Code as soon as possible.

At the same time, the newly acquired ability Bone Spirit Control also requires a large amount of Bone Spirit Essence as a reserve, so it is necessary to return to Ximiao Village, which is already very familiar with the terrain and enemy conditions.

Zombies plus skeletons, and at least more than five hundred undead creatures wander around the village. There are no opponents above the soul level to suppress the formation, and such a number of low-level undead are simply fat in front of them. As long as you are carelessly surrounded by them, it takes a little time to clean them all up.

Although after synthesizing Fang Weiqiang's memories, he still couldn't determine how much of this undead natural disaster covered, his instinct still told him that the journey north was more dangerous than he imagined. Therefore, before breaking into Longqi Town, it is still necessary to spend some time to improve your strength, and the so-called sharpening of knives is not a mistake for woodcutters.

What's more, if you can win the entire Ximiao Village, there will be greater benefits. For example, suitable transportation, enough food, clothing, medicine and other daily necessities.

After all, Wang Qi is not a real undead, he still needs to eat, drink, and still need food, clothing, shelter and transportation under his human form. He didn't want to appear in front of Yu Xin with the appearance that was worse than a beggar now.

In order to save the soul fire energy, Wang Qi returned to his human form and hurried, and after eating some raw vegetables and fruits along the way, he finally came to the outskirts of Ximiao Village for the third time when it was dark.

There were no more living people in the village, and the undead who had gathered in the center of the village began to wander aimlessly again, and many staggering figures could be seen in the fields outside the village, which were originally quite empty.

The enemies are scattered, which is exactly what Wang Qi wants, so that when attacking the undead in a certain area, it will not arouse the hostility of the enemy further away. Licking his lips, Wang Qi made a move with both hands, and the bone spirit bead on his wrist turned into a three-edged flying blade and was held in his hand, and in the dark night, two ghostly fires ignited, and he switched to the undead form again......

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Covering his identity in his semi-undead form, coupled with the silent three-edged flying blade as a long-range strike, Wang Qi is like a night cat in predation, agile shuttling through the fields and villages. Streams of white light flew by, one undead one fell down, one after another soul fire was sucked up, and one corpse after another was drained of the bone spirit essence and then paralyzed like mud......

Throughout the night, the two hundred and seventy-one skeletons in the village, as well as three hundred and ninety-four zombies, were all harvested by Wang Qi, and when the distant sky was white, Wang Qi, who had returned to his human form, lay on the roof of a small building with some strength, greedily breathing the morning air.

Finally, this small village no longer has the breath of the undead, and the fourth page of the code of the undead in front of him has been completed more than seventy percent, and two round bone spirit beads have been added to the bracelets of his hands.

The last survivors of the village didn't take much with them when they left, and now the entire village was at his disposal. When a person owns a village, Wang Qi suddenly feels some kind of delusion of "king of the world". It's a pity that the illusion is just a bubble after all, and the current self is like a fly in front of the glass window, the future is bright, but what about the road?

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Wang Qi jumped off the roof, rummaged through a lot of ingredients, lit a fire to cook, and made himself a long-lost meal. After eating and drinking, I found a fairly clean bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and slept soundly.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up, and after winding up an old-fashioned mechanical watch he had plucked from a corpse, Wang Qi began to go door-to-door to pack useful supplies and pack the luggage needed to travel north. There were a lot of supplies left in the village, and Wang Qi naturally couldn't take them all away, and he wasn't ready to do so.

After all, it is the end of the world, and the survival of human beings has become extremely difficult, and leaving these things behind by yourself may one day give hope to the survivors who pass by here to live.

Changing into clean casual clothes and stuffing a rucksack with everything he could use, Wang Qi launched a black electric car from a small courtyard. In fact, in such a village, there are more powerful motorcycles, but that thing is too noisy to drive, and Wang Qi, who doesn't want to become a monster-attracting artifact, simply gives it up.

The electric car also doesn't know if it's fully charged, but Wang Qi doesn't care about that. Although it was still a little difficult for his soul fire master to cover the entire car at the moment, it was still easy to control the motor part and use the soul fire energy to drive the car.

In addition, he was most satisfied with the matching black matte motorcycle helmet, with a full-coverage structure and reflective windshield mask, which could completely hide his appearance, ensuring that he would not be attacked as a monster by strange survivors in his semi-undead form.

The unprovoked round of guns in the village before was a lesson that impressed him very deeply.

The electric car rode onto the field road, and Wang Qi took one last look at the village that had been left behind, this time, he probably wouldn't come back.

With a sigh, he was about to put on his helmet, but as soon as he turned around, his whole body was shocked, as if he had been hit by a high-voltage electric current, and his whole body trembled. This is a premonition of a crisis, and it is enough to crush him!

Without hesitation, he switched to his half-undead form, the flaming skull full of ghosts. The helmet and the electric car with the backpack were thrown aside by him, and the six bone spirit beads were pinched in the palm of his hand, ready to transform into a terrifying murder weapon and stab his enemies.

However, in the next moment, an extremely powerful coercion fell from the sky. Wang Qi only felt that his mind was dazed, and he was forced to kneel to the ground by this pressure at all, and even his whole body fell to the ground, putting on a humiliating submission posture.

He didn't dare to look up, but he caught it with his peripheral vision, and two figures landed on the roof of the nearest small building one after the other. One of the eyes glanced at himself, and then a hoarse and contemptuous voice sneered:

"An ant? It's an eyesore......"

As if some kind of terrifying energy had gathered in that person's hands, Wang Qi's hairs stood on end, death was close at hand, and he couldn't even move his fingers. It's just that the body trembles violently with fear.

"Wait!"

A cold female voice sounded, and then the gathered energy dissipated silently. Wang Qi heard that the man who spoke before was respectfully agreeing, and the female voice still only responded indifferently:

"The invasion has just begun, and you can't kill our own people as you did before......"

Wang Qi was suddenly shocked, because he realized that the language used in the conversation between these two people did not belong to any known Chinese family.

The reason why I was able to understand it was entirely because of the mysterious Code of Natural Disasters over there, and the words on it were the language they spoke in - the common language of the truly high-level undead creatures!

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