Zhang Yang gradually woke up, but found that he was in the dark, and a smell of rotting and moldy came to his nose.

"What is this place, and how did I get here?"

Raise your hand to touch your surroundings. I noticed that my limbs were stiff, my arms couldn't bend, and my joints seemed to be rusty.

I can only be sure that the environment here is very cramped, and there are wooden planks all on the top, bottom, left and right. Feel...... It's like a coffin!

The bad feeling, coupled with the physical discomfort, made Zhang Yang feel an inexplicable irritability.

"What the hell is this place? Who locked me up? No, I'm going to get out of here. ”

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and stretched out his hand to push hard.

Squeak Quack -

The jerky voice, echoing in the silence, sounded terrifying.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the dust flew.

The plank in front of him had been pushed up.

Zhang Yang found that although his arm was very stiff, his strength was really not small, and he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied, and it seemed that he was not injured.

Boom!

His legs were not bent, his arms were raised, and he jumped two or three meters away.

It's a completely knee-jerk action.

Zhang Yang's original intention was to step out, but his subconscious mind dominated his body and jumped out.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Yang began to pay attention to his own abnormality.

He looked at himself with a twist of his stiff neck, and almost fainted even with his boldness.

He was dressed in rotten clothes, the style was antique, and he looked like he was some years old, and his bare skin, like his hands, was dry and hard, yellow, and his fingernails were blue and purple, and he was more than an inch long......

Moreover, there was obviously no light in the whole space, and he should not have seen his five fingers, but he could clearly see the things around him.

Zhang Yang suddenly had an extremely bad feeling.

On the ground not far away, a bronze mirror was thrown.

Zhang Feng jumped slightly.

Boom!

Heavy footsteps hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground echoed in the lonely, somewhat terrifying space.

The stiff body and the desire to squat have become a luxury.

Fortunately, just by lowering his head like this, he can also see his own appearance in the bronze mirror.

Blue fangs, dry and stiff skin, and cruel and bloodshot eyes......

Zombies -

Zhang Yang was instantly bunkered!

In my head, there is only one concept left.

Suddenly, there was a series of "creak-rattle" sounds around me.

Boom!

Boom!

The planks knocked down, sending up puffs of dust.

Zhang Yang stared in horror, and around him, a zombie "companion" jumped out of the coffin erected at the mouth......

......

Zhang Yang, male, 26 years old.

During the college entrance examination, he was enlightened, and he was admitted to a third-rate university.

After four years of mixing, I didn't find a job after graduation, and as a matter of course, I became a great and glorious otaku, living a standard **silk life of watching movies, surfing the Internet, and masturbating.

When he set a record of 116 days without going downstairs, he suddenly found that summer had arrived. Thinking of the refreshment of the beauties on the street after wearing beautiful dresses, the old otaku was moved, wiped his saliva with tissue paper and resolutely ended his retreat career.

Unlucky, I just walked to the gate of the division, and before I saw mm with more than 90 points, I bumped into an old beggar first.

"Little brother, please stay!"

Zhang Yang subconsciously turned his head, and saw the old beggar spinning around with an exaggerated expression, looking up and down, as if he was a beautiful mm with a score of 99:

"Little brother, I am amazed at your roots, you have excellent qualifications, and you are a once-in-a-century immortal cultivation genius. This "Taiyin Refining Form" is the most suitable for you, though. You and I are destined, so I will charge you ten yuan and teach you how about it?"

As he spoke, the old beggar mysteriously took out a black book from his bosom.

Zhang Yang smacked his lips disdainfully, saying in his heart that this kind of ghost deception is too low-level, right? Don't say that he, a good young man in the 21st century, even a seven or eight-year-old child on the side of the road will not be fooled.

I thought about it in my heart, but it was the ghost who took it casually and opened it to take a look.

I saw that there was no handwriting on the book, but there were countless black halos, which kept spinning, spinning...... Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang's head also began to spin and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was already in this hellish place.

"It must have been the old beggar's doing. Looking at my current appearance, it's clear that I'm a zombie. ”

Zhang Yang said as he reached out and pulled his skin, making sure that this thing definitely couldn't be faked.

"But how did I turn into a zombie?

"Could it be that the old beggar is a god who has reborn me to experience another life?"

As a standard otaku, Zhang Yang has a certain consciousness. Under the influence of online novels, he quickly recognized his current situation.

Zhang Yang's surname Ge was settled with what he encountered, and after a while, he was content with the status quo and began to accept his identity as a zombie.

"I just fainted after one look at the broken book, and here we are. So, what about the broken book?"

Zhang Yang just thought of "Taiyin Refining Form", and in his consciousness, a broken book with a black cover immediately appeared, with a few words on it - Taiyin Refining Form.

"Damn! Not really!"

Zhang Yang was taken aback.

"Hallucinations, not like!"

Zhang Yang shifted his consciousness to the four words "Taiyin Refining Form", and immediately small words emerged:

"The deceased is refining in the ground, the claws are long, the corpse is like life, and the art of enlightenment for a long time is ......"

The more he looked down, the more solemn Zhang Yang's face became.

This is clearly explaining the reasons for the formation of zombies and the method of cultivating strength.

Zhang Yang's heart was pounding.

Even if you become a zombie, being a powerful zombie is definitely much cooler than being a weak zombie!

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not! I'll try to practice first!"

After making up his mind, Zhang Yang first looked up at his surroundings.

It was a gloomy and empty cave, dark and damp, and obviously poorly ventilated.

Fortunately, the area is large enough, and more than a dozen zombie companions are jumping around here, and it does not seem crowded.

Just when Zhang Yang was thinking about whether to say hello to them, he saw these companions jump out as if they had agreed.

Zhang Yang's heart moved, and he also jumped out and followed.

The entrance to the cave was long, narrow and damp, and only the sound of "dong dong" footsteps echoed.

The outside is overgrown with various mountain vines and shrubs, which play a good role in shading.

Out of the hole, the eyes suddenly opened up.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the faint clouds around it were like green smoke.

The smoke and bright moon did not weaken the moonlight.

The moonlight was still bright, illuminating the whole world in a hazy light.

The ground is surrounded by mountains, strange rocks are craggy, mountains and rocks are thunderous, dangerous peaks stand upright, and the posture is thousands.

A beast roar came from the mountain, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

At the right time, a fairy in white stepped on a flying sword and turned into a streamer of light passing through the sky.

The light shirt is fluttering, and the awe-inspiring and inviolable sacred look.

As if noticing the situation on the ground, the speed of the streamer decreased sharply, and the fairy in white looked down.

The entrance of the cave is densely wooded, and a dozen zombies are pestle here like wooden stakes, lifeless. The fairy in white didn't seem to notice anything abnormal, and it seemed that there was something urgent, so after a little hesitation, he continued to move forward.

Xianxia World!

This is a world of Xianxia!

Zhang Yang's heart was excited.

Crossing into the world of Xianxia, fighting monsters and upgrading to seize treasures, and making the mystery of girl bubble girl and the pursuit of immortality incompatible, this is the dream of every otaku.

However, Zhang Yang was entangled then!

We don't want to cross the jade-faced little Dharma who is in the wind and wins Pan An in the wind and a pear flower presses the begonia, and he is born with the capital to eat soft rice; at the very least, he must also cross into a dignified and upright man!

Look at the decay of a zombie now, don't say that the girl is pickled up, I'm afraid that as soon as the fairy in white sees herself, she will immediately come over with a flying sword - the demon will die!

Crossing the immortal cultivation realm is destined to have no chance to arch a few fairy immortals, this is probably the biggest cup of the **silk.

Knock knock!

The regular sound of heavy objects falling on the ground interrupted Zhang Yang's thinking.

When I looked up, it was a dozen zombie companions jumping down the hill.

Woo -

Zhang Yang let out a low roar from his mouth, wanting to catch up, but after a little thought, he stopped.

As a zombie, he didn't feel how powerful he was.

On the contrary, as a fan of Lin Zhengying's "Zombie Dao Chief", Zhang Yang is very aware of the embarrassing status of zombies, and he will be hunted down and killed by others at every turn.

Look at your stiff body, not to mention far away, even if you meet the fairy-level master who just flown by, I'm afraid you will be dead.

It's irrational to run around without understanding your own strength and the situation around you.

Thinking about the reason, Zhang Yang calmed down, imagining "Taiyin Refining Form", and the black book really surfaced in his consciousness again, with small characters one by one, densely packed.

"Taiyin Refining Form" is divided into four parts: refining body, refining, puppet, and miscellaneous.

Sharpen the knife and do not mistake the woodcutter. Zhang Yang looked at it from the beginning and read it carefully to select an exercise suitable for his own cultivation.

The content of "Taiyin Refining Form" is huge, and a lot of it needs to be thought about.

Every time Zhang Yang looked at it for a while, he had to stop and ponder carefully.

It wasn't until the moon hung in the west that I finished reading the whole book.

Take your consciousness back from the book and breathe a sigh of relief. Close your eyes and organize your thoughts.

At this time, Zhang Yang also had a certain understanding of his own situation.

According to the records of "Taiyin Refining Form", zombies are divided into jumping corpses, wandering corpses, purple zombies, black zombies, hair zombies, flying zombies, and drought corpses according to their ranks, corresponding to the ordinary people of humans in the cultivation realm, the qi refining period, the foundation building period, the Jindan period, the Yuan infant period, the god transformation period, and the tribulation period.

Zhang Yang compared various characteristics and finally determined that his body was just a low-grade jumping corpse.

Zombies whose corpses have just formed in the underworld are called jumping corpses. The strength is relatively large, about two to several times that of ordinary people, but the movements are stiff, and there is no wisdom - of course, the wisdom of the gods is not a problem for crossing the crowd.

If an ordinary strong man has a guy in his hand and can overcome his fear, he can easily solve a jumping corpse.

Zhang Yang wanted to cry first. Well, this is really starting from scratch......

However, he was not very discouraged.

"It's okay! With "Taiyin Refining Form", coupled with such a smart mind as me, even a small jumping corpse can sooner or later cultivate into a drought that dominates the world and dares to argue with the gods. ”

"Hmph, thief, I want you to know that I, Zhang Yang, was a ** silk in my last life, and I must live a great life after crossing it!"

Zhang Yang let out a low roar and stretched out his middle finger towards the sky.

It was hard for his stiff fingers to be able to make such difficult movements.

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