Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 76 Ghost City Blood Pendant

"The monster fish king has been killed by me. It's a matter of time. After you built the sea dam, you started to pump seawater on a large scale and refine the evolution stone. I will show up to collect it every once in a while!"

"You may not be able to live better than the old days, but I promise, work hard for me, you are definitely better than being a mouseman deep in the ground, at least you will no longer lack anti-radiation drugs, and clean drinking water and food !"

In the Abyss of Giant Beasts refuge, Liang Xiao stood on a tall platform, with thousands of his new employees below.

The gray gear members with a higher level of technology also stood inside, they were the technical backbone and management of the new shelter.

Some scrawny wasteland wanderers, upon hearing his promise, even fell to their knees in excitement, calling Liang Xiao his savior and god.

Liang Xiao shook his head, raised his hand to convey a sliver of mana, and lifted him up after hundreds of steps, and said indifferently:
"You don't have to regard me as a god, and I don't need your beliefs, at least for the time being. You work for me, and I'm responsible for providing security and food!"

After finishing speaking, his figure slowly disappeared into the world of giant beasts, causing an uproar below, and a large group fell to their knees.

Liang Xiao looks heroic and extraordinary, and can fight giant beasts, like a hero in mythology, bringing clean supplies and food.

Appearing out of thin air and disappearing out of thin air, for the struggling survivors in the wasteland, what is this but a miracle?
Although there are more than a dozen survivors who have inherited the old scientific theories, they secretly claim that Liang Xiao, the supervisor of the Abyss of Giant Beasts, is a traveler from a plane, or an alien creature disguised as a human.

But every time this kind of remarks appeared, the person who spoke was beaten and ran around!

The doomsday wasteland ravaged by giant beasts has existed for more than seventy years, and there is no organization like a lighthouse that gathers all mankind.

The survivors of this world were divided into countless groups in the form of various large and small shelters, and the level of social civilization once returned to the primitive tribe era.

In addition to inheriting the technology and language of the old age, the thinking mode of more survivors has changed.

They didn't care what Liang Xiao was at all, it was best if he was a god, and it didn't matter if he was a devil, as long as he could lead them to a safe new life, that was enough.

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In front of the Miscellaneous Hall at the inner door of Wanmo Nest, Liang Xiao took a bone boat and threw a body bag to Zuo Shanchang who had been waiting for a long time.

"So my spirit stiffness has advanced successfully?!"

Zuo Shan often saw Liang Xiao not talking nonsense and delivering the goods directly, and his expression was quite complicated for a while, and he didn't know whether it was regret or relief.

After all, the meritorious deeds of the eight thousand sects are still very attractive.

Immediately afterwards, he poured out the zombie inside from the body bag, and nodded when he saw that the skin on the surface of the zombie was pale golden.

"Very good, it is indeed golden... Wait, why did my spirit zombie grow an extra hand?! What did you do!"

On Zuo Shanchang's haggard and gloomy face, a look of shock and anger appeared, and he looked at Liang Xiao viciously.

"Hey, this is a normal phenomenon, or rather, it is a good thing."

Liang Xiao's tone did not change at all. Facing Zuo Shanchang's questioning, he raised his eyes and asked back: "You should have never seen zombies advanced before, right? Which sect elder taught you how to refine zombies?" of!"

"Of course I learned it myself based on the jade slips!"

Zuo Shanchang's tone was suffocated. In the Demon Sect, except for the basic cultivation knowledge imparted to the preparatory disciples, the other disciples practiced by themselves in exchange for spells.

Unless one becomes a core disciple and worships under a certain ancestor, there can be no elders of the sect to teach them.

Liang Xiao shook his head, sighed twice, seemed to have some pity, and finally said helplessly:

"It's no wonder that you haven't been taught by a famous teacher, and you are still too young to grasp the process of refining corpses."

"It's not like me, thanks to the ancestor Jindan who taught me the secret method of refining corpses, let me ask you, have you ever heard of supernatural powers with three heads and six arms?"

After Liang Xiao finished speaking mysteriously, he had an expression like you picked up a big deal.

The three-headed and six-armed magical power is a legendary supernatural power in the cultivation world. It is said that it has been inherited from ancient times. It cannot be used unless it is a big monk. It can triple the combat power out of thin air, and is often invincible at the same level.

"Could it be..."

Zuo Shan often looked in amazement at the natal spirit that was swallowing yin energy around him, as well as the hideous extra arm on his body. Could it be that it had some connection with ancient magical powers?

"That's right, your spirit zombie has great potential. Under my corpse-refining secret method, not only did you succeed in advancing, but you even gave birth to an extra arm, increasing your combat power out of thin air!"

"Maybe there are so many zombies in the world, how many of them can have such a vision, but you are not only not grateful, but you are even ready to blame me. It's really... Sigh!"

Liang Xiao shook his head, with a look of disgust that you shouldn't be close to, he almost walked away.

Zuo Shanchang's expression froze, and he secretly manipulated the spirit zombie around him without giving up, and found that except for the yin energy in the spirit zombie's body was a little vain, all aspects had reached the level of a golden armored corpse, and there was no hidden danger.

Even the third arm is active as usual, and it can even block a small part of the pressure from behind when fighting. Although it is useless, it is not cumbersome.

And with the astonishing size of the tall zombie, the vision of the third hand looks particularly bluffing.

Could it be that, as Liang Xiao said, he was too ignorant and suspicious?I really didn't expect that there would be such a straightforward person in the Demon Sect.

Although Zuo Shanchang is a demon cultivator, it doesn't mean that he likes the people around him who are also sinister and cunning. In fact, he wishes he was the only villain in the world.

"Brother Liang...forgive Zuo for being blind and not being able to recognize brother's good intentions, please forgive me!"

Zuo Shanchang laughed, and forced a smile on his gloomy face. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over a blood-colored jade pendant and said:

"Brother Liang has just entered the inner sect not long ago, so he probably doesn't know much about the many hidden places in my inner sect. Although this blood pendant is nothing, it is a certificate leading to the ghost market. It must be useful to you of."

"Ghost market? What's that?"

Liang Xiao raised his hand with a wave of mana, and took the blood-colored jade pendant into his hand, and soon sensed that there was a kind of restriction attached to it, which should be used to pass some kind of formation, and the level of that formation was not low.

Zuo Shan often heard Liang Xiao's question, the corner of his mouth curled up, thinking that you just know more about refining corpses, he was slightly satisfied in his heart, and said in a rare and slow voice:
"That's an underground trading market near my Ten Thousand Devils' Nest. You know, as a cultivator, you always have some chance secrets that you don't want to be known by others. It's even more taboo. Even the Zongmen can't tell them."

"As a result, the ghost market came into being. There is no identity there, and everyone is hidden, so you can often buy a lot of good things that are not seen outside."

"For example, female cultivators from famous orthodox sects, or daughters-in-law of cultivating families, even though they used to be pure and pure, with their eyes above the top, but in the ghost city, they are already well-trained double-cultivation furnaces, let you pick them! "

"That taste... as long as you have a spirit stone, you don't have to repeat the same thing every day. It can be said that you will be guaranteed to reach the ultimate bliss."

Zuo Shanchang licked his dry lips lightly, as if thinking about something.

Now Liang Xiao knew why this guy had lost both energy and energy, and he looked like a haggard dead ghost.

After a while, Liang Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with his spiritual sense: "From your tone, it seems that the scale of this ghost market is not small. Could it be that the sect didn't notice it at all?"

Zuo Shan was often very satisfied with Liang Xiao's cautious attitude, or in other words, this side-by-side dialogue between the two parties was a manifestation of pulling in the relationship. Liang Xiao had the ancestor of Jindan as the backstage, so he was naturally a worthy target.

"It's not just that the scale is not small, the trading objects of the ghost market are not even limited to the inner gates of the Wanmo Nest."

"Furthermore, the ghost market exists with the tacit consent of the sect. I heard that not only the high-level forces of my Wanmo Nest have intervened in the layout behind it, but also some golden core casual cultivators who practiced in the Three Kingdoms are taking the lead. It is intricate."

"As long as you hold the blood pendant and go to the corresponding place, anyone can enter, buy and sell, and the money and the goods will be paid. If Brother Liang is interested, how about I take you there when the ghost market opens next time? "

Liang Xiao's expression relaxed, he and Zuo Shan often looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

If there is a common interest, it is a fellow, who said that there are no cronies among magic cultivators.

(End of this chapter)