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That’s right, Zhou Yang exploded!

When Zhou Yang was at the ninth level of Demonic Energy and thought he could smoothly ascend to the tenth level, the blood-colored magic power in his body suddenly became violent. It was Zhou Yang's first time practicing, so he hurriedly tried to suppress the violent fluctuations of magic power.

Unfortunately, it was not suppressed.

Then there is no more then.

Bang!

Zhou Yang's self-explosion directly killed more than half of the zombies surrounding him!

Zhou Ying patted Qi Luo comfortingly: "It's okay, he will be alive in a while! You have seen it too."

Qiluo was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief! Although Zhou Yang was annoying, he was still quite nice to her. If it weren't for Zhou Yang, she would have definitely fallen into Fu Cang's hands.

Because of her trust in Zhou Yang, Qiluo agreed without a second thought when Zhou Yang proposed to use these zombies for training. Qiluo still felt a little guilty if she killed Zhou Yang because of her help.

Qiluo felt much better after learning that Zhou Yang was not dead. Although she had seen Zhou Yang resurrected last time, Qiluo did not know that Zhou Yang could be resurrected many times, so when she saw Zhou Yang suddenly explode, she was confused.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Zhou Yang appeared in a pile of zombie flesh.

"Fuck, so many were killed? What a waste! They are all cultivation resources."

Zhou Ying waited for a while and confirmed that Zhou Yang would not explode again, then he appeared in front of Zhou Yang with Qiluo.

"You blew yourself up without any warning! If I hadn't run fast, I would have been in trouble!"

"It's only the ninth level of magic energy, so the explosion power is relatively small! No, how come it's the fourth level of magic energy now? Huh? My magic power seems to have been refined by more than half!"

"Haha, great! This explosion can also improve my magic power!"

Zhou Ying and Qi Luo looked at the somewhat nervous Zhou Yang and didn't know what to say. Qi Luo hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Shall we continue now?"

"Keep going, you must keep going!"

“Come on, come on. Stand farther away this time and line up these zombies! Next time when you blow them up, don’t kill so many!”

Qiluo did look at Zhou Ying, who shrugged: "Go ahead, let's stand further away."

Afterwards, Zhou Ying brought Qiluo to the top of a dilapidated building, and looked at the endless row of zombies around Zhou Yang in the distance. They walked towards Zhou Yang one by one, and then turned into powder and were blown away by the wind.

This kind of training lasted for a whole afternoon. Zhou Yang exploded several times between the ninth and tenth levels of demonic energy. When the blood-colored magic power in his body was not so complicated, Zhou Yang successfully entered the tenth level of demonic energy.

Then Zhou Yang felt much smoother. At night, perhaps the zombies' abilities began to become active. Zhou Yang clearly felt that the magic power formed by the zombie blood absorbed at night was much stronger than that during the day.

However, Zhou Yang didn't care too much about these things. His main focus was to have a large quantity and be full. Some of them were zombies, so there was no need to save.

In the next few days, Zhou Yang absorbed about 100,000 zombies, but his cultivation level remained at the thirteenth level of magic energy. He always felt that the concentration of blood-colored mana in his body was not enough, and he had exploded more than twenty times at the thirteenth level of magic energy.

After more than twenty explosions a day, Zhou Yang was almost getting used to it. The only good thing was that at the moment of self-explosion, he didn't feel any pain and instantly appeared in the white space.

In order to save money, Zhou Yang also specially chose the space resurrection. Qi Luo, who watched Zhou Yang explode every day, was used to it at this time, and occasionally made a bet with Zhou Ying on when Zhou Yang would explode next time.

The bet required Zhou Ying to kiss him. Zhou Ying looked at the graceful and elegant lady, and he was indeed moved.

When Zhou Yang was resurrected again, the zombies that were outside the explosion range had already walked in front of Zhou Yang again. Zhou Yang didn't say anything more and raised his hand to suck again.

After absorbing only twenty or so this time, Zhou Yang felt the blood-colored mist swirling in his Dantian suddenly began to rotate continuously. The rotating mist was getting faster and faster as Zhou Yang's skills were running.

Although Zhou Yang didn't understand the reason, he knew the result of this reason: one was that he would reach the magic base, and the other was that he would explode on the spot.

Looking at the blood-colored mist swirling inside his dantian, Zhou Yang immediately stopped absorbing the zombies' blood and instead stopped to concentrate on practicing his own skills.

After a long time, Zhou Yang looked at his dantian again.

The blood-colored mist is still spinning!

After a moment of depression, Zhou Yang grabbed another zombie and sucked its blood - and then spun a little faster.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang didn't wait any longer. He grabbed the zombie and continued to suck it.

"The worst that can happen is just one more explosion!"

After absorbing hundreds of zombies again, Zhou Yang finally found the clue in his Dantian. He saw the swirling mist in his Dantian began to drop a bloody drizzle, so fine that Zhou Yang couldn't find it without looking carefully.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang's spirit was shocked and he increased the speed of blood sacrifice to the zombies.

After more than an hour, Zhou Yang looked at a small drop of water in his dantian and let out a creepy laugh.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Nonsence!"

"Haha! I finally reached the Magical Base Stage!"

Qi Luo stood on a tall building, looking at Zhou Yang, whose body was shrouded in blood mist: "Why do I feel that he is more like a corpse king than I am?"

Zhou Yang laughed: "If you go and see him now, maybe Zhou Yang has become a dying old man with sunken eyes!"

Qi Luo exclaimed, and subconsciously took a step back: "You are not allowed to learn this kind of skills!"

"Tsk, even if he learns it now, he still can't beat me!"

"Haha, really!"

While the two were still chatting, Zhou Yang had already started practicing again. This kind of practice resources that could be used at will made Zhou Yang feel very happy, especially every time his realm was improved.

For more than a month, Zhou Yang did not leave this place. After he entered the magic base period, the power of his self-explosion more than doubled.

The place where Zhou Yang is now is full of potholes. Zhou Yang is now in a big pit, waiting for the zombies to slide down one by one.

During this month, Zhou Yang had managed to elevate himself to the state of late magic base perfection. Moreover, he had almost completely absorbed all the low-level zombies below level 4 in the south and west of the city.

Now all the zombies in front of him were level 4 zombies, and they were consumed very quickly due to his continuous self-explosion. This made Qiluo very distressed, as her huge army was just absorbed by Zhou Yang.

Qiluo even wanted to reject Zhou Yang's idea of ​​using her subordinates for cultivation. If her zombie army was completely wiped out, what use would an eighth-level intelligent being like her be to Zhou Yang? How could she still feel at ease staying by Zhou Ying's side?

But now Zhou Yang only wants to advance to the Demon Pill Stage, so he doesn't care what Qi Luo thinks.