Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

Zheng Yi fled far away and saw one of the demon cultivators holding a huge six-tailed demon flag. The demon flag was covered with strange blood-colored eyes.

He shook the six-tailed blood demon flag, emitting streaks of blood-red magic light. The area it illuminated turned into powder. The terrifying demonic energy directly overwhelmed the sky and covered a small hill.

Another old man with a pale and withered face, like a zombie, opened his huge sleeves, and from his sleeves flew out countless terrifying flying bats that could fly into the sky and escape to the earth.

These strange black bats emitted sharp sonic roars, which were so powerful that they flattened a tall mountain peak.

Zheng Yi had only seen this kind of terrifying battle on TV in his previous life, but now he witnessed it with his own eyes, happening right in front of his eyes, making his mouth dry and the soles of his feet cold.

But on the other hand, I am even more envious of this terrifying power.

Backed by an entire apocalyptic world.

Zheng Yi believes that one day, he will be able to master such terrifying power.

And this day should not be too far away.

After living in Dayi Immortal Territory for more than ten years, Xuankong City is, after all, a place where famous and decent families live. The order is strict, and the things they have experienced are far less than what they have experienced in the past few months.

Invisibly, Zheng Yi had a deeper understanding of the dangers of the Demon Realm.

Concentrating his breath, avoiding dangerous areas, and keeping pressing the marks on the map, Zheng Yi traveled for seven or eight days before finally arriving at the location marked on the map.

Standing at the marked point, Zheng Yi looked around. There was vast desolation all around, and there wasn't even a mountain around. Where could the sect's mountain gate come from?

"Have you been cheated?!"

"That's not the case..."

"A dignified seventh-level high-level qi-training monk wouldn't point out a wrong route to me just to deceive me into low-grade spiritual stones!"

Zheng Yi had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't feel that Chen Jiu, the deacon of Blood Mist Abyss City, had any need to lie to him.

With his identity, he is completely unequal to himself.

Spending so much effort to deceive yourself just to deceive yourself about the spiritual stones in your hand is really unjustifiable from common sense.

"What's going on in this situation?"

Zheng Yi couldn't help but fall into deep silence.

The cold wind howled, and there was no grass growing on the barren land. It pushed Zheng Yi's robe, and the cold wind poured in from his sleeves and neck, making him shiver.

The inner disciple's tag that the other party gave him was extraordinary in terms of material, and had been refined with exquisite techniques. It could blend with blood and create a reaction. Zheng Yi didn't think he would be deceived.

If you really deceived him, why would you give him the name of an inner disciple and explain it to him many times?

Did you make a mistake?

Of course, it was impossible. He was always cautious in doing things, and he followed the directions marked on the map exactly.

He even found several key coordinates marked on the map to determine the direction.

It would be really funny if something could go wrong like this.

Bang……

Bang!

Just when Zheng Yi was a little confused, his eyes flickered, and he was looking at this desolate scene and turning his head crazily, thinking about what went wrong in the middle.

Suddenly, the inner disciple sign in his arms suddenly vibrated sharply.

Zheng Yi was startled and quickly took it in his hand, and saw the white jade sign flashing with white light crazily.

Zheng Yi took it out, and the flashing white light of the sign was pointed directly in one direction. Even if he changed his position, the direction indicated did not change at all.

Now, Zheng Yi finally felt confident.

"It seems that I didn't go in the wrong direction..."

"And Chen Jiu, the deacon of the outer sect of Soul Capturing Sect in Blood Mist Abyss City, has no reason to deceive himself..."

This inner disciple's token has another mystery. It is not only a proof of identity, but also serves as a direction indicator.

Without hesitation, Zheng Yi walked in the direction indicated by the white light of the token.

Passing through a desolate area, surrounded by weeds and not a single living thing was seen. There was only gloomy weather, howling cold wind, and thick fog that obscured the eyes and ears.

But Zheng Yi was unafraid. The soul-capturing flag stored in his body emitted a faint red light and was always on guard.

Once any danger is encountered, the soul-capturing banner, the natal magical weapon, will be opened immediately, releasing the seven or forty-nine evil soldiers and ghosts inside.

For Zheng Yi, his life is the most important.

The natal magic weapon is gone, but it can still be refined.

If my life is gone, everything will be over!

As a person who had died once before, Zheng Yi was lucky enough to travel to the world of immortality in Dayi Immortal Domain.

After finally seizing the opportunity of the doomsday world, how could he be willing to die?

No one would cherish life more than him.

Just proceed cautiously and cautiously all the way.

After only walking five miles, he suddenly felt his body sink and the air around him became thicker.

It seemed that he had passed through a thick barrier, and the whole person squeezed in from the bubble.

In a blink of an eye, Zheng Yi entered a space shrouded in mist.

The surrounding space was completely wrapped in thick mist, which contained some strange substances. Even with the spiritual eyes of a cultivator, it was impossible to see clearly the area two meters away.

"It seems that my eyes deceived me before. In front of the mountain gate of the Soul-Snatching Sect, there is actually an extremely large illusion array that directly enveloped the entire sect's residence."

"It seems that I was too shallow before. Although the Soul-Snatching Sect is now in decline, its origin is probably not simple."

"This kind of large-scale illusion array does not look like an ordinary small sect in the foundation-building period. If this is only part of the sect's protective array, then I may need to be more cautious in evaluating the entire Soul-Snatching Sect."

Carefully avoiding the fog, Zheng Yi's heart sank and he thought to himself.

If it weren't for the guidance of the inner disciple's token, with his cultivation and perception ability, it would be impossible to find this place.

It is even more impossible to walk through the illusion and come to the exact location of the mountain gate.

The wilderness that I saw before was not the real scenery, but was covered by the illusion array. Without special guidance, ordinary cultivators could not find the entrance of the illusion array.

After entering, it was obvious that I had only passed the outermost periphery of the Soul-Snatching Sect's mountain gate, and the illusion array of the first level had just begun.

And this fog should also be a means of proving my identity.

Even if someone accidentally breaks into this place, without guidance, they will probably be trapped here alive, not to mention finding a way to leave.

The sect’s headquarters has always been the most heavily defended place in the world of immortal cultivation.

“It seems that this time, this sect is the right one.”

Zheng Yi thought to himself.

“The Soul-Capture Sect is not well-known in the surrounding Demon Realm, but judging from the current situation, it still has considerable means and background.”