And this zombie almost just broke into the door, and was slammed on the door of the head by Yin Shengyi's palm, and the thunder flashed.

The zombie was reduced to ashes, and a new zombie statue suddenly appeared on one of the walls of the dilapidated room.

"I see, the combat effectiveness of these things doesn't seem to be very good!" Yin Sheng thought in his heart.

Almost when Yin Shengzhi thought of this, a group of zombies surrounded him and sprayed black poisonous gas at Yin Shengzhi.

Seeing that Yin Shengzhi could not avoid it, a layer of thunder light appeared beside him, blocking all these poisonous gases from his body.

Then, with a shake of his hand, the thunder light turned into a long sword, shooting out a zhang long flame in Yin Sheng's hand.

Everywhere they went, these zombies were slashed like tofu had been cut with a quick knife, without any resistance.

As each zombie was slain, a little light flashed and flew into the mural on the wall of the room.

In the blink of an eye, when Yin Shengzhi killed hundreds of zombies, the entire mural had been restored to its original state.

However, when he heard the roar, the zombie kings who were as huge as two small mountains rushed out and pounced towards Yin Shengzhi.

"It's a good time!" Yin Sheng's sword trick pointed out, and a thunderbolt half a meter long shot out, rushing towards a zombie king first.

The zombie's mouth suddenly opened, and another cloud of poisonous gas sprayed at Yin Shengzhi.

It's a pity that Yin Shengzhi had already taken precautions, and the whole person swiped over the ground, almost slipping under the belly of the zombie.

The whole zombie screamed and fell to the ground. But it was almost broken in half by the thunderbolt.

The other zombie continued to rush forward, and when it couldn't stop for a while, Yin Shengzhi had already ghostly appeared behind the zombie king, and the thunder stabbed in from behind.

In his previous life, he had been tempered thousands of times, and the swordsmanship and combat experience honed in countless battles were vividly brought into full play in this short period of time.

Almost in a flash, the two zombie kings had been killed, and Yin Shengzhi stood with his sword.

Suddenly, he was a little excited, and put away the thunder in his hand.

But I remembered the sword god Zhu Sanlai!

Even if Yin Shengzhi is conceited, but when he thinks of Zhu San's transcendent swordsmanship, he still feels ashamed, and he is far from it.

The two zombie kings turned into statues and re-established in the corner.

Yin Shengzhi glanced at it, and according to Connell Lives's instructions, he took out the divine power seed in his hand, and shone out like a golden sun.

The room was littered with crumbling statues, peeling frescoes, dust and cobwebs.

However, under the golden light, the dust and cobwebs disappeared immediately, and the murals and statues were automatically restored, and everything became as clean as new.

Yin Shengzhi sighed lightly: "The divine power is really powerful!"

But seeing that this divine power seed seemed to have a slight dimming, Yin Shengzhi put away the oak seed preciously.

The whole room seemed spotless, and Connell Levis appeared quietly and said, "Congratulations on restoring a room in the ghost castle, but I want to remind you that there are tens of thousands of such rooms......

At your rate, it will probably take decades to restore these goblin forts. ”

Yin Shengzhi disagreed, and said lightly: "Is this the only way for mage to practice?"

"Master cultivation is originally a labyrinth of the mind. You've got it, and you can inherit this labyrinth of the mind without having to create it yourself, so what else can you have?" said Connell Lives.

Yin Shengzhi sneered.

It's as simple as eating, drinking, and Lazar in this life, and everything is summed up.

Definitely the most useless correct nonsense!

"Then you should at least recover some of these goblins and train them in combat...... Ancient mages have been trained for this kind of combat the most!" Connell Levis said.

For this, Yin Shengzhi thinks so!

In his dream life, he had experienced an unknown number of battles, so he naturally believed in actual combat.

"Then let's go to the next room and continue, I don't feel anything......"

"These are just the most ordinary ghosts, and for you who are about to become a quasi-mage, of course, there is no difficulty!"

"Prospective mage...... It turns out that my current strength is not enough to become a real mage!" Yin Shengzhi said.

"Don't be cheap and behave, even though your spiritual power is already very strong, and it has reached the point of a quasi-mage. But you are still far from knowing the knowledge of mages!

A normal apprentice to a mage takes about fifteen years of study, mastering a huge amount of knowledge and training various skills. And you're still far from it!

The only thing to be commended for is that your combat skills are very high! but this kind of combat skills will not help you to become a mage......"

Yin Shengzhi shrugged, and had to admit that although Conner's words were harsh, sometimes there seemed to be some truth when he spoke.

"Then go ahead!"

Soon, Yin Shengzhi came to another room, and it was still a group of zombies rushing in.

"Hell, damn it, they're all zombies, aren't there any other ghosts?"

"This is the weakest ghost, if it is stronger, I am afraid you will not be able to beat it......" Connorives smiled faintly, revealing a very evil smile.

In his eyes, he could see that the zombie infestation shrouded in the thick fog was only the outermost place.

Deeper in this dense fog was a battlefield that was extremely large.

Two armies are fighting for their lives on this battlefield, and at every moment, countless heroic ghost soldiers on both sides are killed.

So much so that the entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of red mist that could not be dissolved.

Like two huge poisonous dragons, they fought tactfully, shaking ripples everywhere.

And in the distance, under a black-red mist, almost like a color that blood can't dissolve, a feeling of incomparable danger, even if it is so far away, continues to spread.

"Sure enough, it's a generation of heroes, born as a hero, and died as a ghost!"

Nearby, however, was a large city that seemed to be shrouded in mist.

"Lost ......"

。。。。。。。。。

Yin Shengzhi returned to the Broome antique store the next day, when it was almost dark.

Walking back to the brightly lit shop from the dim street outside, Yin Shengzhi felt refreshed for no reason.

As soon as he came back, Bob complained when they met: "Damn, if you go lazy, I'll be out of luck." As soon as you left, I ran into the cursed antique again......"