Before transforming into a black zombie and comprehending the spell, the battle of low-level zombies is completely pure physical combat, the two of them just come and go, you kill me, tumbling and colliding with each other, although the action moves are clumsy and ugly, but the arm swing is also fierce and ruthless, and the fight is fierce for a while, the flesh and blood are flying, and the fight is not equal.

Han Chu has little experience in hand-to-hand combat, even if he has almost no experience in participating in fights and brawls in his previous life, speaking of which, this is completely his first hand-to-hand combat, and that purple zombie has survived for at least ten years, and he has grown to this day after fighting and slaughtering all the way, and he has rich combat experience, although his moves are not exquisite, but the offensive is rapid, coupled with his strong physical strength, he actually suppressed Han Chu for a while and had no power to fight back, and his black claws kept scratching out wounds on Han Chu's body.

Han Chu was not in a hurry, although he seemed to be covered in scars, even if his body had only been tempered for ten days, his skin was rough and thick, and the dense scratches were just some skin injuries that were less than an inch.

Moreover, the Golden Corpse Quenching Technique in his body was running wildly, greedily pulling and plundering the moonlight essence, Han Churu was clothed in the glow, and the scars on his body were quickly recovered in the moonlight essence, not only that, but his body was still getting stronger and stronger in the process of destruction and recovery.

It's like fighting with a state of recovery, Han Chu has been invincible from the beginning, although he is at a disadvantage, he is completely unhurried to practice with Zi Zombie, after fighting for a long time, Han Chu has gradually found some experience, his mind is getting clearer and clearer, and the fight is getting more and more hearty, not only parrying well, but also suddenly launching a counterattack from time to time, grabbing a small wound on Zi Zhuang's body.

The power of the opponent's claws was still unstoppable, but Han Chu had gradually been able to form a counterattack offensive, and it only took one opportunity to kill this zombie.

The more Han Chu played, the more enjoyable he became, the rich moonlight essence supplement, so that he didn't worry about injury at all, and his physical recovery was even more continuous, and his mouth kept letting out bursts of excited roars.

On the other hand, the purple stiff, although the strength is slightly stronger than Han Chu, but it does not have Han Chu's perverted speed of swallowing Yuehua at all, let alone from the constant physical strength, after about an hour of fighting, the powerful purple stiff that was torn out by Han Chu with several deep bone wounds on his body finally showed fatigue, and the situation gradually reversed.

Taking advantage of the gap in Han Chu's attack, the powerful purple zombie roared in fear, and his body jumped more than thirty meters away, wanting to escape into the mountains.

The existence of such a zombie was always a trouble for Han Chu who wanted to seize the time to cultivate, and from the very beginning, he paid attention to grinding this powerful purple zombie to death, and the other party would be allowed to escape at such a time.

Han Chu's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and he had already prepared for it, rushing to the back of Zi Zhuang at an extremely fast speed, seeing the opportunity, his claws were brutally inserted into the powerful Zi Jiu's body, his palms were almost half off, and his sharp fingers grabbed the bones in the flesh.

With a cruel low roar, Han Chu grabbed the bones with his claws and dragged and pulled.

The sound of "Kakaka" cracking sounded, Zi Stiff rushed forward, Han Chu dragged back, the forces of both sides tore down, Zi Stiff's arms were torn off alive, and dirty blood was sprayed, even if the zombie's body was stiff and almost painless, the powerful Purple Stiff was also a painful roar in the sky.

The essence and blood of zombies also have a great attraction to their own kind, powerful zombies devour and plunder weak zombies, and cannibalism happens all the time in this poor mountain and bad water.

Knocking the powerful Purple Zombie to the ground, how could Han Chu let go of this zombie with only a hundred drops of essence blood, stimulated by the scent of essence blood, he flew up frantically, and two sharp fangs pierced into the neck of the powerful Purple Zombie.

The powerful purple zombie screamed miserably, and the purple-black essence blood was roughly pulled out of the heart, and was brutally pulled into Han Chu's body by the Golden Corpse Quenching Technique, and was decomposed extremely quickly, turning into a little purple luster gushing out of Han Chu's heart.

The strength in his body continued to drain, the powerful purple stiff screamed miserably, but the powerless struggle could only leave blood marks on the ground, Han Chu's teeth were rigidly embedded in his body, and the essence and blood continued to be lost, his strength in struggle became smaller and smaller, while Han Chu's strength became greater and greater.

The Golden Corpse Quenching Technique continued to run wildly, and the endless Yuehua from the outside world was constantly torn over and poured into Han Chu's body, and hundreds of drops of purple-black essence blood entered the body, and these essence blood contained the corpse qi that the powerful Purple Zombie had absorbed and refined for more than ten years, but at the same time, there was also an unimaginably filthy aura inside.

If Han Chu completely absorbed these hundred drops of essence blood, his own strength would naturally increase significantly, but at the same time, the incomparably pure death qi in his body would also become dirty due to the impurities in the purple zombie essence blood.

Han Chu naturally wouldn't do this kind of thing of losing a watermelon and picking up sesame seeds, a steady stream of cold Yuehua continued to quench and wash, and under the effect of the Golden Corpse Quenching Technique, he purified the impurities in the purple zombie essence blood at a perverted to crazy speed.

Wisps of black threads were pulled out of the plasma, radiating from the pores around Han Chu's body, and the viscous purple-black plasma continued to squirm and shrink, but the more and more crystal clear essence blood left behind contained far more powerful power than before.

One drop, two drops.

Originally, there were as many as a hundred drops of essence blood, but under Han Chu's harsh washing, it finally turned into twelve crystalline and clear beads of round blood like jewels.

More than a dozen drops of essence blood condensed from pure death qi poured into the heart, converging with the squirming blood cells in Han Chu's heart, and in an instant, the original lilac smoothness suddenly became intense, and the fist-sized essence blood mass suddenly contracted and collapsed inward, turning into a fascinating dark purple blood mass.

This blood mass containing more powerful power and death qi beat like a heart, and the dark purple light circulated in Han Chu's body, and the body was hot for a while, and the stiff joints and muscles in the body made a series of crisp sounds of growth and expansion in bursts of itching.

The withered body gradually became stronger, and his height grew by about an inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, about the height of a normal person.

The whole body was wrapped in silver moonlight, Han Chu raised the sky and roared, and the domineering aura of the golden armor corpse emperor around his body appeared, and in the howl of Yangtian, a pillar of moonlight with the thickness of an arm's naked eye and a visible moonlight fell from the sky and was swallowed into Han Chu's mouth.

In the dark night sky, a pure pillar of moonlight fell from the sky, and it could be seen thoroughly even from a hundred miles away.

About thirty miles to the east of the hill where Han Chu was, three black-clothed Taoist priests with palm-sized red coffins hanging from their waists were sitting on the stones of the mountain peak meditating and cultivating, swallowing the essence of the moonlight.

There were no less than hundreds of zombies scattered around the surrounding mountain peaks, but they turned a blind eye to these three living people who were all within easy reach.

"Huh, the Pillar of Moonlight, how could there be a zombie with such potential on the periphery of the Corpse Mountain?" The middle-aged Taoist priest sitting in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the pillar of moonlight falling from the sky in the distance, and muttered in surprise.