The end of the world: from devouring, my corpse king rises

Chapter 25 The rotten giant scorpion is timid!The blood spar is in hand!
With evolved eyesight, even in the dark night when you can't see your fingers, it can still be as bright as day.

The darkness of the subway station is of course nothing.

Eye patrol.

Spiritual awareness.

After confirming that there are no longer any mutated creatures in the entire first layer.

Zhang Yang slowly walked to a landslide ruin.

Here.

It's the stairs leading to the next floor!
It stands to reason that many fierce beasts and insects would easily destroy the wall and cause a collapse if they fought and killed on the first floor.

It is not impossible to just block the stairs leading to the next floor.

But careful observation of publicity can be determined.

The place in front of me collapsed.

Although it is also man-made.

But not by accident.

in contrast.

After a certain existence walked down the stairs, it was deliberately destroyed in order to prevent the latecomers from following along this passage!

There is no need to guess as to who is behind the scenes.

There is only one possibility.

That is the third-order Zerg that has been occupying the second floor.

Corrupt giant scorpion!

Ba Dao had entered once before.

Although repelled.

But it still left a shadow on the rotten giant scorpion, and then blocked the entrance, hoping that it can be done once and for all, so as to avoid future troubles.

but.

This method of preventing other mutated creatures may not be a big problem.

But in the face of publicity.

It can only be said that it is a little overpowering.

As soon as the almost omnipotent mental power was used, all the heavy landslides weighing several tons were forcibly moved aside.

It hit the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

And that leads to the deepest part of the subway station.

That is the stairs to the second floor.

It was finally presented before Zhang Yang's eyes.

Dark, damp, bloody, rancid... all kinds of feelings are mixed, rushing into the nasal cavity and stimulating the vision at the same time, bringing a slightly bad feeling.

But Zhang Yang's expression did not change.

Ethereal footsteps echoed in the silent space.

Just go down the stairs.

Came to the location of the treasure.

I saw with my own eyes the images I had perceived with my spiritual force before - crashed trains, collapsed tunnels, blood-red crystals... and giant rotten scorpions waiting in battle!

"hiss--!"

A low hiss sounded.

The third-order poisonous giant scorpion maintains a vigilant and defensive posture. A pair of pincers open and close, capable of pinching steel, and the sharp tail needle is also raised high, as if extremely corrosive venom is brewing.

It is impossible for this rotten giant scorpion not to perceive the movement above just now, so it is expected to make this move.

But what surprised Zhang Yang was.

On the back of this rotten giant scorpion with a length of five or six meters.

There are dozens of hundreds of off-white scorpion larvae lying on their stomachs!
Zhang Yang took a closer look.

These scorpion larvae seem to have just hatched, and there are a few remaining eggs half buried in the soil next to them.

At this moment, these scorpion larvae are lying on the back of the third-order rotten giant scorpion layer upon layer, weakly absorbing the little energy that escapes in the air.

Thereby growing and developing at a faster rate until they can live independently without their mothers.

"It seems that the purpose of blocking the entrance is not only to prevent other creatures from snatching the spar, but also to protect these newly hatched larvae."

Zhang Yang touched his chin.

The look in his eyes towards the rotten giant scorpion changed.

Did not take the initiative to make a move.

Instead, he exuded the coercion of the fifth-rank corpse king as a reminder, and then walked straight towards the unsightly train wreckage.

He is ready to take away the only and most precious treasure here.

Blood spar!
The rotten giant scorpion watched Zhang Yang walk towards the blood spar little by little.

It is anxious and unwilling and helpless.

Anxiety is the treasure I have coveted for a long time, the spar that can evolve to a higher level, and it is about to be taken away just like that.

The reluctance is obviously that I came first, but because the level is not enough to absorb, it makes the latecomers cheaper.

There was nothing he could do because the rotten giant scorpion knew the difference in strength between himself and this fifth-order corpse king.

Not to mention that the rotting giant scorpion has just completed the process of laying eggs and hatching, and is in a weak state. Its combat power can only be compared to the peak of the second order, not as good as when it repelled the Tyrannical Sword.

Even if there are three or four rotten giant scorpions in their heyday.

It is also impossible for Zhang Yang's opponent.

They will only resist for a while, and then they will be killed one by one, and finally die without a whole body.

therefore.

After weighing the pros and cons in that not-so-intelligent head.

The rotten giant scorpion finally succumbed to Zhang Yang's lust.

Forced to give up the long-held blood spar.

Stare no more.

Instead, carrying a large group of larvae on his back, he silently retreated to a dark and damp corner, quietly waiting for the powerful corpse king to achieve his goal and leave.

These changes to the Carrion Scorpion.

Naturally, the publicity of the spiritual power is put aside, and the perception is clear.

And Zhang Yang is quite satisfied with its performance.

I also changed my mind.

He didn't intend to kill the rotten giant scorpion quickly, but had another plan.

But these are not the first priority.

The most important thing right now.

It's this natural treasure that I finally got - the blood spar!
The spiritual force held up this blood-colored spar the size of a human head, suspended in front of him, and slowly rotated.

Let Zhang Yang observe every detail.

It can only be said that it is a natural treasure that has attracted three corpse kings, a huge group of corpses, and countless beasts and insects, all vying to take it as their own.

This blood spar is crystal clear and scarlet like blood.

It is even more flawless than ruby.

And because it is a treasure that has gathered a large amount of mutated energy and blood energy, and under a series of coincidences such as a special environment, it is naturally cultivated.

This blood spar contained a huge amount of pure energy.

Convert according to the energy value of the panel.

Probably around three thousand points.

Equivalent to three hundred first-order zombies or evolutionaries, the sum of the energy contained in the energy crystals.

Or thirty tons of fresh flesh and blood.

Definitely not a small amount!

To know.

From level zero to level five, Zhang Yang only swallowed a dozen tons of flesh and blood.

If you absorb all the energy in this blood spar.

Then at least one can go up three ranks in a row, jumping directly from the fifth rank to the eighth rank!
Completely leave everyone and monsters behind.

Really fast one hundred million steps!
thought here.

Zhang Yang carefully stored the blood spar in the panel space.

And I found an open space to store it separately.

It can be described as very important.

After returning to the villa, he immediately began refining and absorbing.

The jackpot is here.

Zhang Yang was not in a hurry to leave here immediately.

Instead, he turned his eyes slowly to the Tier [-] rotten giant scorpion that had retreated to the corner of the ruins and was very vigilant and cautious.

And walk towards it step by step.

"Hiss—~!"

A threatening and warning roar sounded.

Although the mutated Zerg did not have the basis of language ability like zombies, and could evolve the ability to speak very early, they were still able to communicate through special fluctuations.

And this moment.

The hissing sound of the rotten giant scorpion was warning:
"What do you want?!"

(End of this chapter)