For human beings, a decade or so can be described as a sea of vicissitudes. Because of the torrent of the world, there is always a very abrupt sense of dislocation between external objects and inner changes, which makes you sigh that time is moving forward, and at the same time, you can't help but sigh about the past, self-deprecation and regret, or easy to grow old.

But for the zombie clan who are not sick or old, and the heavens and the earth are generated, more than ten years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years or even more are also a flick of the fingers. In their eyes, the span of time is even more earth-shaking, like a tsunami that can reverse everything.

Immortal Buddha has become a legend, a legend that cannot be verified. All traces have been completely wiped out by the five decays of heaven and man aroused by the power of the world. The only thing that still exists is the inconsistencies in the underworld.

Although the monks still exist, they have become an inconspicuous character in the corners of the world. Hidden in the shadows, blending in with the world. In an era when today's vitality is almost exhausted, the wanton and enjoyable nature of "Edgeworth rides the wind and wanders between heaven and earth" has long been gone.

Humans, who were previously treated as cattle or ants, not only did not die out after leaving the protection of the Immortal Buddha, but became more and more vigorous. These creatures, who do not rely on the vitality of heaven and earth, have a short life but are full of strong desires, and desires are regarded by them as a driving force for vigorous growth. It has actually opened up a different path of technological development that is completely different from cultivation.

The power of technology pervades every corner of the world and is powerful.

According to the infusion of memories, the Zombie people understood what would happen if they ran away into the world with a bang. The appearance of the Zombie people alone is enough to make them the "research object" of human beings, and the immortal nature of the Zombie people is estimated that the whole world will go crazy. And their fate is absolutely miserable.

I think I am a zombie clan, but now that there are no immortals and Buddhas, and the monks are extremely weak, I can let me break through all over the world? I asked you if you are afraid of being attacked by those technological weapons? Can you resist bullets, cannonballs, and missiles? If you really fight, the atomic bombs will be thrown at you, will you die?

The most important thing is that there is no need to be so showy. The enemies of the zombies were all destroyed, and the humans were not qualified to be their enemies at that time. Is it necessary to run away without hatred or resentment to find guilt for yourself?

So here's the problem. In the face of a completely changed world, where should the Zombie people go? seclusion or integration?

Dakan stood in the desert, looking up at the starry sky, his heart surging. The reason why he was elected as the patriarch was a helpless choice when the clan was dying and it was difficult to have talents. Who made his strength the highest among the current zombies? When it comes to leadership and intelligence, he himself knows that he is not suitable for this position.

But then again, in the current situation, he can't just pick and choose, right?

What the future holds, Dakan has no clear plan for the time being. However, the indelible consciousness of reviving the zombie clan is firm enough.

First of all, restore the cultivation resources of the clansmen.

Second, new people began to multiply.

Finally, let Lord Xue help move the underground city of Silence to the surface and cover it. It can be regarded as allowing the clansmen to continue to live in a fixed place and not to be displaced.

As for the back, Dakan felt that it would be better to discuss it with his clansmen.

Of course, Dakan's mood was still excited, just like his people. The starry sky in front of you, the earth under your feet, the smell of your breath, everything is the smell of freedom. At this time, how many years did the Zombie tribe's desire come true, and how many people died one by one in anticipation or despair.

Jubilation, rejoicing of the whole family.

The only activity of the Zombie people when they are happy is dancing, the dance that belongs to their group.

The dance lasted all night, and it was hard to stop it. Because they are hungry.

Like all living beings with physical bodies, the Zombies are hungry. When they didn't have the conditions, they relied on the little energy they absorbed in the Locking Spirit Array to survive, and now that they came out, they naturally couldn't suppress the hunger of their flesh anymore.

And the food of the zombie clan, in addition to the vitality of heaven and earth, the most important and most popular thing for them is blood food.

The carnival was followed by the hunt. But this is the Sahara Desert, where can you hunt? What can you hunt? Not to mention blood food, the insects have not found a single one.

If you can't satisfy your cravings, it's very uncomfortable. I didn't dare to run far away, worried that something would happen, and I was also afraid that Lord Xue, who was still visiting the City of Silence underground, would come out and not find them. So more than a thousand zombie tribes sat cross-legged on the sand and began their own cultivation, using the absorption of heaven and earth vitality to relieve their hunger.

It's just that although the current Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is much more than that of them in the Soul Locking Array, it is far less ridiculous than the thin and ridiculous before the Zombie Clan's martyrdom.

It didn't take long for Dakan to reopen his eyes. With a wry smile on his face. Knowing that the outside world has changed greatly now, "Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is thin", he didn't expect it to be so thin. If you can not be starved to death, it is stronger than the previous Lock Spirit Array, but it is simply impossible to improve your cultivation with this.

If you can't improve your strength, you won't grow, how can you talk about reviving the zombie clan?

After waiting on the ground for six days in a row, the two who had completed the "Five-Day Tour of the City of Silence" rose from the ground with a smile on their faces.

"See Lord Xue!" More than 1,600 zombie people knelt down on one knee towards Xue Wusuan. They have now come to their senses from the ecstasy of being "free". In five days, I figured out a lot of things.

Now, if the zombie clan wants to be revived, the only one who can count on is this Lord Xue.

Why? Because of this Lord Xue's cultivation!

The Zombie people are not those monks of the Daomen who have never seen the world. They had even seen the armies of the Heavenly Realm before the Great Change. I also know that the cultivation of this Lord Xue in front of me is at least in the realm of human immortals.

In this way, since the entire world has been subverted, all the immortals and Buddhas have perished. Then how did this Lord Xue reach the realm of human immortals? There is no strange thing in this, and the zombie people don't believe it when they are killed.

Therefore, after discussing with the clansmen, Dakan had this slightly ceremonial gesture of greeting in front of him.

"Get up. ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Xue Wushu waved his hand and took out the "Huibao" and asked Zhou Huiru to go in and have a good rest. This woman insisted on sleeping in a tent for five days, saying that since she had come to the ancient city to explore, she had to have an atmosphere of adventure and must sleep in a tent.

Xue Wushu naturally didn't care about this, but Zhou Huiru didn't rest well for a few days. As soon as she turned halfway through the city of destruction, she yelled to come out, so that she could sleep soundly in her Wisdom Castle. At the same time, he was extremely dissatisfied with Xue Wusuan, saying that if Xue Wusuan didn't have to toss her in the tent, she wouldn't be so tired.

Zhou Huiru went to the top floor to enjoy the air conditioner and took a shower to make up for her sleepiness. Xue Wushu led Dakan to sit on the sofa in the ancient castle hall.

Entering the door, Dakan saw the projection of the dungeon hanging in the center, and his heart trembled, he instinctively found that this painting was not simple, and it actually made him feel extremely dangerous.

"This is a powerful magic weapon!" Dakan affirmed in his heart. But I didn't know that this was actually just a projection, and the entity of the scroll was much more powerful.

"Say, what's your plan?" Xue Wushu lit a cigarette and asked with a smile looking at Dakan, who was obviously begging for something.