Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

Since observing Ye Buwen using poison to refine his body, Ouyang Zhan has been in seclusion.

He wants to study his own innate method, the innate method of his Ouyang family.

As for Ye Buwen, he is studying the blood jade he got from Ouyang Zhan.

To be honest, the things dug out from the zombie cemetery are unlikely to be clean and good things.

"Out of sight, out of mind. When it reaches the bottleneck, just swallow it."

Ye Buwen hypnotized himself in his heart.

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The neighboring country Yuguo, once a place for prisoners, once a zombie Jedi.

A bright full moon in the sky shines on this barren Jedi with occasional human bones.

I don't know if it's the effect of the wind or a human illusion, the human bones exposed on the ground actually moved slightly.

"Ka~" A sound of breaking the ground sounded, and a rusty hand drilled out from the mud.

It turned out that it was not the wind, nor was it an illusion, but the soil was moving.

After the rusty arm stretched out from the ground, a faint trace of moonlight fell from the sky and was absorbed by the arm.

After absorbing this trace of moonlight, the rusty arm emitted rolling black air, and a hideous and hoarse low moan sounded from the ground.

The arm bent and grabbed the ground, and the soil next to it shook up and down, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the arm flew up, carrying soil and gravel.

"Uh~" The low moan sounded again in the dust.

When the dust dispersed, a terrifying figure wearing rotten and luxurious clothes appeared in the air, with arms, face, thighs, and all flesh covered with rust.

The figure opened his mouth wide to the sky, and the soft moonlight gathered into a ball and was swallowed into his mouth.

The air became distorted, and the figure seemed to suck the entire moon into his stomach.

The figure absorbed the moonlight in the air until the red sun appeared.

He fell from the air, lying on the ground, stretching out his hands to dig up the soil and bury himself under the soil.

It was the scorching sun at noon.

"Brother Zhu, this former zombie Jedi doesn't seem to be anything good. There are no trees, no grass, just some bones."

A young man holding a spear and carrying luggage complained.

"It's almost like there are ghosts here, how can there be treasures?"

A horse-faced young man with a knife and many bottles and jars on his back laughed: "There must be treasures. One of my brothers passed by here by chance and picked up a fist-sized bug.

After he roasted it and ate it, his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, and he was invincible in the city, and finally became a thousand-man captain."

"Damn, your childhood friend got rich like this?" The young man with a gun was shocked.

"It can't be wrong. In order to get this information from him, I accompanied him to drink for a whole day and even paid a few cans of the best fire."

"You are really willing to spend money."

The young man with a gun looked around: "But there is nothing here, how can there be bugs."

The young man with a horse face put down the bottles and jars and said: "I guess these bugs live underground."

"Don't they eat that kind of thing?" The young man with a gun was shocked.

"No matter what it eats, for the sake of wealth and glory, I will eat human flesh even if it is in front of me." The young man with a horse face looked disdainful.

"Don't stand there, help me install the trap. The sooner you install it, the sooner you go back. It's noon now, and this place is also very creepy." The young man with a horse face urged.

"Got it."

The two young men put the iron bottles and jars flat on the ground.

Put a dead fish in the jar and combine it with the trigger device.

The two worked for an hour or so, sweating profusely, and finally installed dozens of traps.

The young man with a horse face wiped his sweat with satisfaction as he looked at the widely distributed traps.

"Next, we'll wait and see what we'll get tomorrow."

The gun-wielding young man looked expectant.

He also wanted to know what the effect would be if he ate the bug, whether he would become extremely powerful and indestructible.

The two walked back arm in arm.

The gun-wielding young man seemed to be tripped by something and fell to the ground.

"Bah, damn bad luck, that dead man is blocking my way." The gun-wielding young man cursed loudly.

He looked at the thing that tripped him, which was a red, dirty, rusty thing.

"What the hell?" the gun-wielding young man said in surprise.

It reminded him of his childhood friend who had picked up a good thing here and rose to prominence from then on.

His intuition told him that this must be a good thing.

The gun-wielding young man grabbed the thing with his hand and pulled it up with force.

After pulling it out of the ground, the gun-wielding young man lay on the ground in horror and shouted: "Hand, it's a human hand!"

The horse-faced young man looked in the direction his friend pointed, and a rusty arm was exposed on the ground, pointing straight to the sky.

"Oh my god, run!" The horse-faced young man yelled and ran away.

"Damn, wait for me." The gun-wielding young man climbed up with his hands and feet, and ran with all his strength.

He cursed in his heart, it was bad luck to meet a ghost in broad daylight.

The two ran for a long time, ran into the forest, leaned against a tree and gasped.

"This ghost place scared me to death." The horse-faced young man wiped the sweat on his face.

"Damn, I shouldn't have listened to you if I had known. What treasure would I come to this ghost place to look for." The gun-wielding young man complained while exhaling.

Thinking back to the thing he caught, the gun-wielding young man said: "What kind of ghost is that? Could it be a zombie?"

"Don't scare yourself, zombies have been eliminated long ago. Back then, a fire burned here for three days and three nights, and any zombies would have been burned out long ago."

The horse-faced young man seems to have done a lot of research on what happened back then and is very confident.

"I hope it's like you said." The young man with the gun lay on the ground, completely powerless.

Looking towards the sky, the young man with the gun saw a strange black figure.

"Brother Ma, look, there is a strange bird in the sky." The young man with the gun pointed at the black shadow and said.

"What's so strange about birds?" The horse-faced young man looked up.

There is indeed a strange bird on it. It is very strange. Its wings are too small and it doesn't even flap its wings.

But, why did he feel that the bird was flying towards them.

As the bird got closer and closer, the horse-faced young man was frightened.

That's not a bird, it's clearly a rusty man, that's a zombie.

"Run, that's a zombie!" the horse-faced young man shouted.

"Zombie! Zombie!" The young man with the gun wanted to get up quickly.

But a black shadow swooped down from the sky, and his chest was pierced by a pair of rusty hands.

A terrifying face looked at him with a pair of pale dead eyes.

"stiff……"

Before the gun-wielding young man could finish speaking, the zombie opened its mouth, biting the artery on his neck and tearing away.

Blood spurted from his body into the zombie's mouth.

When the horse-faced young man saw this scene, he dared not stop anywhere and ran as fast as he could.

Tens of seconds later, the gun-wielding young man turned into a bloodless mummy, with blood and flesh being sucked into the zombie's body.

The zombie's body, soaked in flesh and blood, smoothed out the rust on its arms and became less bumpy.

It looked in the direction where the horse-faced young man was escaping, jumped up, jumped into the air, and flew in that direction.