The zombie clan adheres to the fortune of heaven, but it is not the fortune of the spirit world, but the world that does not know whether there is a zài.

The so-called inevitable fate comes from the origin of zombies, which does not come from the Qiangzun, but from another world, and when they awaken to a certain Cheng dù, they will appear.

Just after devouring the middle-aged man's essence and blood before the wind cleared, the information in his brain told him that under the Heavenly Dao, there were four zombies.

As the successor of the four zombie venerables, in ancient times, there were winning hooks, leaning back, generals, and drought, and when they fell in turn, their successors would appear.

In the palm realm, there are the inheritors of winning hooks and leaning backwards, these two are Feng Qingyang and this middle-aged man, and in the sealed realm, there are two more.

And, if there is a change in the Dao today, if you want to successfully ascend to the strength of the Venerables, that is, to win the Gou Battle and their heights, you must devour them.

And it's not simply devouring, it's devouring all the rest of the inheritors and fusing them all into oneself, so that you can break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and gain the power to fight with the Heavenly Dao from the new, that is the Venerable.

Feng Qingyang's heart was depressed, and he originally wanted to solve the mystery of the zombies, but now it seems that the only way to know more is to kill each other, although the cannibalists are only the four of them.

"What, pathetic?"

Seeing his face, the middle-aged man on the ground had already guessed Feng Qingyang's thoughts, the previous two mouthfuls, he was extracted too much essence blood by Feng Qingyang, but this time, he was really seriously injured, and even injured his vitality.

"I, the zombie clan, only the Venerable Realm can lead us out of here, if you want to break through to the Venerable Realm, you must devour it, and not just absorb one bite, but completely fuse. ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man laughed at himself, a trace of loneliness flashed on his face, and said: "I was born at the end of the Middle Ages, and I have long come to this ancient ruin, but I never thought that it was actually planted in your hands, since I lost, then I also accept my fate, for the sake of the zombie clan, I am willing to be devoured by you." ”

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was shocked, and looking at the middle-aged man on the ground, a flash of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

One of the fates says that no one does not cherish it, and it is precisely because of fate, because they want to have infinite life, that there will be monks, and therefore there will be fights and fights.

"You ......"

Feng Qingyang was speechless for a while, just looked at him calmly, what he said was right, if you want to break through to a higher level, you can only devour it, and you have to devour all the other people, only in this way can you be qualified.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to say something, but he found that the middle-aged man's body in front of him suddenly became a little transparent, and at the same time, an ethereal aura began to appear.

The moment this breath appeared, the bloodline of the corpse king began**, and within the body, a kind of greed was born out of thin air, and this greed, like the initial restlessness, came from the deepest part of the soul.

It seems that after devouring, you will get a kind of fullness and satisfaction, which is nature.

"I leaned back and paid attention to devouring, but I didn't expect that I couldn't devour, but it fulfilled you, since Providence is like this, then so be it. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, his body became more and more transparent, and his eyes were not distorted, on the contrary, looking at Feng Qingyang's eyes, there was a touch of expectation.

"Maybe I, the zombie race, will get real relief from you. After saying this, it suddenly dissipated with a bang, and in the center of the dissipation, there was a red bead, which kept beating.

Without waiting for Feng Qingyang to make a move, the red bead automatically flew towards Feng Qingyang, pierced through it with a bang, and immediately fused with his body.

At the same moment, Feng Qingyang crossed his knees, and his heart suddenly entered an ethereal state, and he had an unshirkable responsibility, since he had this fate, then now, he simply did so.

His heart moved slightly, and he immediately urged the blood of the corpse king, and the powerful devouring power surged towards the beads in his body, turning into a huge mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Rumble!

Feng Qingyang only felt a roar in his ears, and then the calm sea of qi suddenly rolled up, and the purple villain sitting on the Creation Blue Lotus opened his eyes even more.

The little hand kept pinching the spell, and a purple halo spread out, wrapping the beads in the body, and immediately began to refine rapidly.

For a while, a powerful force filled this ancient ruin, and the wind was clear, and it was shrouded in two halos, one black and one red.

......

In the outside world, the three thousand cultivation stars seemed extremely quiet at this time, and the news of the fall of many monks before had already spread throughout the entire spirit world.

However, the strange thing is that they don't seem to react, as if they don't care at all, but those who care know that this is just a prelude to the storm.

The light curtain of the ancient ruins still shrouded the three thousand cultivators of the spirit world, but the picture did not appear in the ancient hall, but still stayed at the original gate, and the two statues that were not really resurrected were still standing there.

The eyes flashed, sweeping in all directions, invincible, and the surging momentum still suppressed everyone, making their hearts fluctuate and want to bow and worship.

And the three Holy Princes were still hiding in the shadows at this time, originally they planned to go to the Qian family immediately, but now, because of the ruins, they all turned around and came to Ruoshui.

It's not that they covet any treasures, but Feng Qingyang is really important in their hearts, if they weren't worried that he would be plotted after he came out, otherwise they would have gone to the Qian family a long time ago.

Just like at this time, in the void, from time to time there is a powerful aura, obviously, there are countless strong people hidden here, if the wind is clear, it will definitely be subjected to a plot, and the result of the plot is to become fish and meat.

......

In the ancient hall, the wind was clear and cross-legged, and his body was shrouded in light and mist, at this moment, his cultivation was restored again, and the originally empty foundation was actually replenished after constantly refining the beads.

In this way, when his cultivation reached the bottleneck, he would have the capital to impact the Flying Zombie Power Realm, and he also had some confidence in the terrifying catastrophe.

There are no years of cultivation, and he doesn't know how long he has been in retreat, only that the red beads in his body are shrinking at this time.

And his body also began to change at this moment, as if the hole was filled, and the unspeakable comfort seemed to have been perfected.

Although his cultivation did not increase, his strength really became stronger, and in the end, the red beads turned into the size of a fingernail, surrounding the purple villain in his dantian, constantly spinning.

When he opened his eyes, Feng Qingyang exhaled a breath of turbidity, and after the fusion, his changes were obviously extremely obvious. casually clenched his fist, and he felt the strength in it, which was a sense of confidence in the cultivation realm at the beginning.

"I will break the fate of the zombie clan, and with my clear wind, it will definitely come out!"