The old man asked a series of questions, and the face of the boundless old man changed immediately.

Next to him, the corners of Weng Qingyu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"My Heavenly Imperial Sect has a Zhen Sect artifact, three immortal weapons, all of which were obtained by the ancestors of the past generations through hardships and relying on atmospheric luck, and they are the foundation for my Heavenly Imperial Sect to gain a foothold in the cultivation realm...... As the head of the sect, you have the right to be in charge of the Three Flavor Pill Furnace, but you have lost it, it is really an unforgivable sin! Hmph! The deity will consult with all the Supreme Elders to see if you, the head of the sect, are still suitable to continue to be the leader. ”

The old man's words made the face of the boundless old man completely discouraged.

Among the infancy monks of the Heavenly Imperial Sect, the most favored ones were Wuya and Weng Qingyu, and because of this, the two were given immortal weapons respectively.

The Immortal Cutting Circle is only a sharp attack, counting the lower grade immortal weapons, and the Sanwei Dan Furnace is suitable for alchemy, although it belongs to the same subordinate immortal weapon, but, from the practical point of view, it can promote the owner's cultivation, which is really more precious than the Immortal Cutting Circle.

Now, the consequences of losing this three-flavor pill furnace can be imagined, and don't expect to continue to get anything good from the sect, that's almost certain.

And his receiving ring has been lost, and all the savings of most of his life are in it. Without resources, for a cultivator, it is definitely the most miserable thing.

Boundless Old Dao's eyes were straight to the ground, thinking of his hopeless future, he couldn't help it anymore, "Poof!" A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, triggering the injury, and his eyes turned black, and he planted towards the ground.

...... Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn.

The red is rising, and the peaks are dark blue. Immediately afterwards, the mist rises, and the milky white veil separates the heavy mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks, which is really like a landscape painting with refreshing brushwork and dense ink.

Shout!

A golden streamer flashed, and a light and shadow appeared above this landscape painting, like a goshawk glimpsing.

Zhang Yang waved his wings lightly, feeling the air flow floating below his body, and a feeling of freedom and pleasure was born from his heart.

Since leaving the Tushi Palace, he has fled hundreds of thousands of kilometers in a row before he can be regarded as having a sense of security. Considering that he took 10,000 steps back, even if he was imprinted with divine consciousness on his body, it was a question of whether the primordial old monsters such as the Boundless Old Dao could sense it at such a distance.

With its wings outstretched, its body arcing across the sky and circling the surrounding hills.

After making sure that there was no powerful presence nearby, he finally took off his wings and plunged headlong.

Boom!

His feet landed heavily on the ground, smashing the ground around him into a large crater, and the traces of cracks scattered in all directions.

According to Zhang Yang's current flying skills, he could have landed easily, but he preferred this powerful landing method.

Walking out, Zhang Yang looked at his body with satisfaction.

He is more than seven feet tall, his long purple-red hair is unkempt, showing his surname, his eyes are red and fangs, his face is hideous, his skin is purple and red, and he is covered with a thick layer of scales and nails...... Stout man, seven-foot monster! Standing there like an iron tower.

After nearly ten years of living in the cultivation realm, Zhang Yang no longer cares about his appearance. The sharp claws are undoubtedly more suitable for combat than the delicate fingers of human onions, and the strong ** of zombies is not comparable to human beings...... In the face of great power, a handsome appearance is a fart! The enemy will not show mercy to your subordinates in battle because you are handsome.

As for the identity of the zombie, it is also fine. The higher the level of the monks, the more blurred the boundaries between humans, demon cultivators, zombies, and even other monsters, and it is normal for everyone to be in the same room to discuss.

People will not respect you just because you are the same kind, everything is only strength! Only the strong can make people fearful.

This is the cultivation realm! Under the long-term lack of resources, the law of the jungle has been formed!

...... Now, his body has completely stabilized, and all the excess energy is vented.

Purple Zombie High-Rank!

After some refining in the alchemy furnace, a large amount of flame power was absorbed, and the final result turned out to be an existence that broke two levels in a row and advanced to the high level of Purple Zombie.

Of course, after fusing the Bafang Seal, Zhang Yang is almost equivalent to having an immortal body, real combat effectiveness, and no pressure during the foundation building period, even if he fights against ordinary Jindan Lao'er, as long as the other party does not have a lot of hole cards, he will have a great chance of winning.

Moreover, Zhang Yang's body has inherited the characteristics of the Bafang Seal that can hold a large amount of mana in a short time, which is equivalent to being able to transform into a general, at a critical moment, as long as he is willing to Yin Condensation Bead, or other conditions are suitable, he can give birth to a big monster.

And the strength of the big monster is completely determined by the intensity of the surrounding yin qi or the power of the fire, and the time of absorption.

The immortal body, plus the special surname of the transformation, these are all hole cards for overstepping the level to destroy the enemy.

Satisfied!

Zhang Yang is very satisfied with his current physical condition!

With a flick of his hand, a blood coffin appeared in front of him, summoning the Purple Zombie Blood Slave and the Ghoul Servant, and asking them to be in charge of vigilance while stepping up their cultivation.

Xiao Hei plunged headlong into the ground and began his great cause of condensing yin qi.

This location was jointly chosen by Xiao Hei and Zhang Yang, and the surrounding mountains are very suitable for condensing yin qi.

Zhang Yang's current body can absorb both yang and yin energy, but as a zombie in essence, he still prefers a place with strong yin energy, and only in this kind of place will he feel comfortable from the heart.

After arranging these things, Zhang Yang began to count his loot.

If you want to say that the most precious, it is naturally the alchemy furnace.

The three-flavor Dan furnace is an immortal-level existence. This is also the first immortal weapon that Zhang Yang officially owns. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that it would not be the last.

With a wave of his hand, the behemoth three-flavor Dan furnace appeared in front of him. I don't know what material it's made of, and it looks a little like bronze, but from the point of view of sturdiness, it definitely can't be bronze.

There are many delicate patterns carved on this Dan furnace, which seem to be maps and formations.

At first glance, when I look at the lines and lines, I find that it is extremely blurry, and I can't see it clearly.

Zhang Yang showed a surprised look, this is very weird. You know, he insisted on using Qingling spring water to cleanse his eyes for several years, and he has some confidence in his eyesight.

Zhang Yang was not disappointed, but turned over and took out a jade vial, dripped out two drops of Qingling spring water, and wiped it into his eyes, and immediately, the blue light flashed in his eyes, which was extremely weird.

At the same time, gaze at the patterns on the alchemy furnace.

Still, at first glance it seems clear, but the more I try to see what is on it, the more blurry it becomes.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's mind was dizzy, his body shook, and he almost fell, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

After pondering for a while, I knew that it would not work so brutally, so it was better to try to confess the Lord first. Perhaps after confessing the Lord, there will be some new changes.

However, in the face of this big guy, whether he can succeed in recognizing the master, Zhang Yang is not sure at all, he doesn't even know if this three-flavor Dan furnace has been recognized as the master.

Touching the alchemy furnace with his hand, before there was no fire source, it was the cold texture of metal.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang's consciousness was released, trying to invade.

Fail!

As soon as the divine consciousness touched the plane of the alchemy furnace, it was bounced open.

As expected, there is nothing to disappoint about. After all, it is an immortal weapon, and if it is so easy to be invaded by divine consciousness, it is abnormal.

It is estimated that the blood will not succeed in recognizing the Lord, but it is always unwilling not to try.

The claws slashed, the mana worked, and a drop of natal essence blood on his wrist was forced out, Zhang Yang immediately felt that his body was weak, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and his divine sense guided this drop of natal essence blood to drip towards the alchemy furnace.

Tick!

There was a soft sound, but when I saw that drop of natal essence blood fell on the alchemy furnace and slid down gently, it didn't seem to have the slightest reaction.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, everything was expected, but he was still a little disappointed.

If you can't recognize the master, it is estimated that the power of the immortal weapon will be affected, and some powerful functions cannot be used.

Fortunately, for the current Zhang Yang, he doesn't need these yet, and he can't even get started in alchemy. If you need to use the alchemy furnace, the most basic functions of this three-flavor furnace are sufficient.

I can only hope that after my strength improves, I will try to recognize the Lord again.

Stretch out your hand and wipe it back into the Confession Ring.

What he was looking forward to the next most was naturally the Receiving Ring he got from the Boundless Old Dao.

The lifelong savings of the head of the Heavenly Imperial Sect and the boundless old monster of the Yuan Infant are exciting to think about.

However, the Boundless Old Dao is not dead, that is to say, this Receiving Ring still has the Lord's thing. With Zhang Yang's current strength, it is still a little difficult to forcibly erase the divine consciousness of a primordial old monster.

Therefore, Zhang Yang first chose other acceptance rings.

After Zhang Yang turned into a big monster, he blocked the airspace and killed more than a dozen monks in a row, those are all elite disciples of the Heavenly Imperial Sect, both the foundation building period and the Jindan period, which is also a lot of wealth, and because the master died, all the payment rings are ownerless, and it is not difficult to crack.

Zhang Yang took out a string of gift rings and began to look through them one by one.

When he opened the first one, he had a look of surprise on his face.

"Tut-tut! He really deserves to be an elite disciple of a famous family! Fang Lao'er is simply a poor ghost compared to this!"

A large sum of spirit stones, flying swords, large and small bottles, a bunch of unknown elixirs, spirit grass, and a few other magic weapons of average quality.

Zhang Yang counted them one by one, pondering the usefulness of each item.

Soon, he sadly found that his knowledge in this area was really lacking, and he didn't even know half of everything.

Moreover, he was almost certain that most of the things he didn't know must be common and commonly used by cultivators.

(To be continued)