"Three Thousand Avenues, for my zombies, you can't be alone. He stood on the first step and looked at the two warriors above.

His heart trembled, and the two statues brought him the feeling that he was like a relative, the kind of blood was thicker than water, although they were not real brothers, but they were passed down in the same vein.

The zombies that can cultivate are all zombies that have awakened their own bloodline, and only in this way can they be distinguished from the thousands of low-level jumping corpses.

"Warlord...... Master, is it really you!" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, and when the first wave of impact was over, the monk who stepped on the first step instantly fell by a third.

The fallen person, like a phantom, disappeared from the steps with a whoosh, and when he reappeared, he returned to the periphery of Ruoshui, and after a short period of confusion, he suddenly looked at the sky dome, the picture in the light curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

"That's the Holy Son of the Ancient Star of the Big Dipper, that's the Holy Son of Zi Weixing......" These Holy Son monks who came back to reality from the steps looked at the sky one after another, and their eyes scanned the people who were still staying in it, but for a short moment, they had thoughts in their hearts.

"Who is that? Why haven't you heard of it?"

"His breath is so weird!" someone exclaimed, not everyone is a strong person in the Dao Realm, and not every strong person in the Dao Realm can see the true body of the wind Qingyang, but they can all feel a strangeness.

The feeling of being out of place was exceptionally clear, and he had two feelings at this time, the first was when he stood on the steps, which seemed to be in his own right.

And the other is around his body, that is to say, the sky, the rejection of him, and a little fusion can be felt in the contradictions, which looks quite weird.

"Where is he? Could it be another dark horse who was born out of nowhere, ready to push the countless geniuses of the three thousand True Cultivation Stars?" someone exclaimed.

Seeing this, everyone immediately focused their eyes on Feng Qingyang again, but he didn't know that at this time, he had become the focus of the three thousand cultivation stars.

......

The first wave of impact tests not only the strength of the soul, but also the body's ability to withstand it, and the picture of reincarnation is different for everyone.

But you can't deny its truth, it's like the wind is clear, in the first reincarnation, he obviously failed, but after he woke up, he used his strong body to resist the huge impact, so he still stayed above, and those fallen monks obviously couldn't bear it.

"The first reincarnation, that's it. Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, despite the hurt, but obviously, he didn't take it to heart.

His eyes were like electricity, looking up at the sky, and there, as if there was a face, looking directly at him, although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

The stinging sensation that pierced through the void could only be caused by the gaze, and there was a strong sense of indifference in it, as if sitting and watching him die here.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his foot and slammed it upward, and in an instant landed on the second step of the stairs, and at the same moment, the surrounding wind and clouds changed color, and he suddenly froze here.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in the endless starry sky, but at this time, the picture had changed a little, no longer the misery before, on the contrary, more just anger.

"Don't force me!" Feng Qingyang stood in the void, and beside him stood a beautiful woman, where she was, it seemed that heaven and earth were going to become peaceful.

However, this tranquility did not last long, but instantly collapsed in the surging killing intent that came in the blink of an eye, and then turned into blood and sprayed into the sky.

Feng Qingyang's heart was like a knife, and he twitched for a while, and gently put the woman on the ground, lying on the boundless white beast under him, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the countless streamers flying from the void in front of him.

"Why rush to kill everything, I have never done anything sorry for the human race in my life, is it just because I am a zombie?"

Getting up, at this moment, the void changed, and a transparent light curtain spread in an instant like light, as if covering the entire heavenly dome.

"Kill!" he just opened his mouth simply, and the three words spit out, which actually made the originally lightning-fast streamer stop instantly, and a killing intent came out, like substance, and the red pillar of light enveloped him, isolating the breath of heaven and earth.

"Let's all die!" he went crazy, glanced at the woman on the ground, the struggle in his eyes flashed, and raised his silver bow to blast the streamer that was fixed in the light curtain.

I only heard the screams repeatedly, and countless blood scattered and floated in the starry sky, but this time, it was millions of people in an instant.

The scarlet blood gathered into a river in the starry sky, and the thick smell of blood came, making Feng Qingyang, who was caught in the killing, even more crazy, as if he was just born to kill.

"Why are you doing this, killing all the people, can you change your image in them? In the final analysis, it's not your fault, it's your position, you shouldn't appear in this world, your appearance has swallowed the only life in this world, you say, should they kill you?"

In the void, there was a sigh, eight pillars of light flashed, and at the same moment, eight figures shrouded in chaos appeared, and they reached out together and pressed forward around the clear wind.

I saw that the wind was clear like a lightning strike, and the big bow in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he was half-kneeling on the ground after touching a mouthful of blood, and the bones in his body could be seen.

"You say, you deserve to die!"

......

Bang!

Just as Feng Qingyang was about to fall into madness, he once again woke up from the illusion of reincarnation, looked in all directions, and his raised foot was already on the second step of the steps.

When he kept up with the pace, a violent imprisoning force suddenly came from the void around him, and that kind of confinement did not come from the body, but from the soul.

It's like the soul and body have been separated, the soul is imprisoned, and watching one's body make the most instinctive reaction, but this reaction makes people's hearts collapse.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang's foot was slowly retracting, and he felt the changes in his body, as if someone was invisibly controlling his body, but he could only become a bystander, just watching.

The picture in the previous reincarnation has not completely reversed his mind, but now, his body is suffering from such difficulties, under the blows from both sides, he is retreating step by step, and he is about to retreat from the first step.

"Am I going to lose? am I going to lose?"

"No...... This is the holy land of my zombie clan, if I can't even enter here, then what kind of zombie is it?

The cry in my heart was full of unwillingness, and this unwillingness was transformed at this time, turning from unwillingness to anger.

"I'm going to step on the second floor!"