Deep mountains and old forests, ancient trees towering to the sky.

The undulating mountains were like a hideous dragon, and in three moments, a thick yin qi swept across the entire deep mountain range.

"Whew!"

A terrible howl pierced the silent sky, like a pebble thrown into the water and splashed a thousand waves, and the ancient trees swayed, and the ghosts cried and wolves howled, and this howl came one after another, like horror, like sorrow, and if you could listen closely, you would find that there was more of it - pain!

From far to near, I saw an emaciated figure standing on a large cyan stone unobscured by branches and leaves, he was seven feet tall, his clothes were like strips of cloth, his face was distorted and hideous, and his lips were four sharp teeth deep in the depths, reflecting a cold light in the moonlight.

It looks like a living savage!

It was from his mouth that a terrible howl came from his mouth, and he looked up at the full moon above his head, and the white and cold moonlight shrouded him like a pillar of light, looking ethereal and terrifying.

After half an hour, the howling stopped, and the figure shrouded in the moonlight fell on its back on the cyan boulder at its feet, and its hideous face regained its calmness, revealing a face with clear water chestnut angles and a line of tears hanging on its face.

"What the hell is this place!" his empty eyes were inexplicable, the corners of his mouth grinned bitterly, and he looked up at the waning moon in the sky that had turned into a bowstring.

In his previous life, he was a young archaeologist and a well-known archaeology professor at a university, and his name was Feng Qingyang, an elegant and free name.

Once, while cleaning the underground imperial tomb of Qin Shi Huang, he accidentally touched a cyan eyeball on a bronze warhorse, and was torn here.

At this time, the cyan bead was in his hand, emitting a green light to envelop him, and then Feng Qingyang felt the change in himself, four sharp fangs grew out of his mouth, and his whole body became extremely hard, and his mind was full of bloodthirsty feelings. And there will be a sense of closeness to the moonlight.

"What the hell is this?"

The cyan eyes in his hand were cold, like a green agate, shining green in the moonlight, weird and abnormal.

"Smack!"

Feng Qingyang stared at the cyan beads with anger on his face, and randomly smashed on the cyan boulder under him, and the cyan eyeballs made a crisp sound.

"It's because you caused me to lose everything, my parents, my job......!

Feng Qingyang's face was even more angry, as soon as he thought of these things, he hated his teeth itching, and he hated himself for having too many hands and feet, if he didn't touch this cyan eyeball, he wouldn't have been made to such an inexplicable place.

"TM! It's all because of you that I have become inhuman, not a ghost, Lao Tzu smashed you today!" As an archaeology professor, his conduct must be very good, and he can make Feng Qingyang burst into foul language one can imagine how angry he is.

He got up and looked around, picked up a stone with clear water chestnuts from the big cyan stone, and weighed it in his hand.

"If you don't break it today, how can you solve the hatred in my heart!"

Placing the cyan beads on the stone, Feng Qingyang used all his strength to smash the stone down.

"Click!"

The cyan bead shattered in response, and Feng Qingyang's face showed a crazy color, and he stretched out his hands to pull through the ruins, only to see that where the cyan bead shattered, a black fingernail-sized blood droplet appeared.

Looking at the black thing, Feng Qingyang was shocked, took the blood drop in his hand, and warmed it in his hand, like a ball of nephrite.

He frowned and said, "What the hell is this? I'm afraid it's 5,000 years old......."

"No, Qin Shi Huang has only been more than 2,000 years so far!" Holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully, the wind was clear and his brain was running rapidly, and only at this moment could he be regarded as calming down and starting to think.

His eyes shone with wisdom, and he looked like an abyss.

I saw that there were twisted lines on the thing that looked like blood droplets, and if you looked closely, the lines seemed to be a human shape.

"This?" Feng Qingyang let out a soft sigh, put the blood droplet in his mouth and bit it with his teeth.

"Poof!"

It was broken as soon as he bit it, and he felt a cool liquid flowing down his throat, and Feng Qingyang was startled and hurriedly wanted to spit it out.

"Puff puff!"

No matter how much he vomited, he couldn't vomit, and at the same time, his body quickly began to stiffen.

"Oh, zombie bloodline, and it's the corpse king bloodline among zombies!" Feng Qingyang's ears suddenly sounded a vicissitudes of life and joyful voice.

"Who—who's talking?" Feng Qingyang was startled by this sudden voice, and his heart jumped.

"Don't look for it, I'm talking!"

"Who's ......"

Feng Qingyang hurriedly turned around, it was okay not to look at it, but when he saw that he fell from the cyan boulder, his eyes bulged slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

He got up from the ground and said in a panic, "You...... You...... What the are you!"

Following his fingers, he saw a transparent figure floating in front of him, wearing armor and a pair of sharp fangs sticking out of his mouth, although transparent, but also emitting a bloodthirsty light.

"What's the matter, Ancestor, I'm the Zombie Supreme, it's your ancestor, can you respect a little?" The transparent figure of the figure also distorted rapidly, and it took a while to stabilize and dìng, stretching out the pair of fangs that showed through the cold light and said to the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang took two steps back, his face was already terrified to the extreme, and his heart was even more turbulent, he was an archaeologist in his previous life, and he had been exposed to a lot of strange and strange things, but most of them can be explained scientifically, in the end, he is still a typical materialist!

But what he was facing now was beyond his imagination, even if he had changed himself before, he had never been so surprised!

"Stiff...... Corpse...... It's still a zombie supreme!" even though he didn't quite understand, he could guess that he was not simple.

Call!

There seemed to be a wind blowing, and the figure came to Feng Qingyang's body in the blink of an eye, and a pair of eyes looked up and down Feng Qingyang.

"You...... What are you doing...... Did you bring me to this place?" Feng Qingyang gasped, and before he could pay attention, he found the figure sticking to his side, and the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and cold sweat flowed.

"That's right, this is the Cultivation Realm, you have a natural Corpse King bloodline, and it is your Corpse King bloodline that has attracted my essence blood that will bring you to this place!" the figure stared at Feng Qingyang with a frightened expression.

Then he crossed his arms, his face changed, and he said with a smile: "The deity has been waiting for countless years, and finally waiting for you!

Feng Qingyang raised his head and asked vigilantly, "Are you really a zombie?"

"Hey, hey, hey, boy, I'm not only a zombie, I'm also a zombie supreme, and as for what you're talking about jumping and walking, it's just the lowest jumping corpse!" the figure glared at the wind with a pair of scarlet eyes, smirking at the wind.

"Take this "Taiyin True Scripture" and take a look, this is the supreme mastery of our zombie clan!" The figure shook as he spoke, and an ancient yellow book flew into the wind out of thin air.

As a result of the wind blowing and trembling, he was about to flip through it, but he saw that the ancient yellow book flew directly into his brain, and he immediately stood in place in panic and didn't know what to do.

"Don't be afraid, boy, you can just say it in your head!" reminded the figure next to him.

Hearing this, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed his fragile heart.

Under the silent recitation, small words really appeared in my mind, concise and easy to understand, and the beginning was an introduction to the zombie cultivation exercises.

The zombie levels are jumping corpses, wandering corpses, black zombies, purple zombies, flying zombies, zombie kings, and zombie emperors, which correspond to the Qi refining period, foundation building period, Jindan period, Yuan infant stage, Dao entry period, transformation Dao stage, and Merge Dao period in the human cultivation realm.

"That's it, I didn't expect me to become a zombie, the most annoying thing is that I am still a small jumping corpse!"

"Cultivation?"

Feng Qingyang's head moved, and a cultivation method suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Zombies belong to yin, there is a way to worship the moon by the corpse king, the star of Taiyin does not enter the five elements, and the moon falls at night, which is used by zombies......"

"Inhale it into the body to open up a sea of qi, open up stiff limbs, break through its own shackles, and evolve a wandering corpse...... The ultimate achievement of the supreme body!"

Seeing the wind here, his eyes lit up, there is no endless road, since he has come to this world, even if it is a small jumping corpse, he must go against the sky and walk on the peak of zombies!

"Boy, cultivate well, this is just a trace of the deity's thoughts, after struggling for so many years, it's time to go to them. The figure circled around the wind twice, and a hint of relief appeared on the transparent face.

"What do you call your seniors?" Seeing that he was about to dissipate, he didn't know why there was a sense of reluctance in his heart, although it was only half an hour.

"I'm a Win Hook Warrior!" the figure shook twice as he watched the wind clear, and a pair of sharp fangs seemed to be shortened.

After speaking, his figure gradually began to fade, like a transparent wave swaying in the cold night sky, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.