The ancient strongman is in the city

Chapter 15

The ancient trees are lush, and the birds and beasts are running around in the mountains and forests, and they all feel the most primitive fear.

"Brother, is this the death energy of zombies?" A young Taoist priest stood on a dead vine and looked towards the distant mountains and forests. They did not stop all the way, chasing Lu Yang.

The four Taoist priests under the ancient tree looked at each other.

"This is Yinfeng Mountain. The master said that it used to be a gathering place for evil cultivators, but 1000 years ago, it was taken over by the top ten sects. Could it be that there are evil cultivators living here?" The Taoist priest in the lead frowned. Wrinkle, if it is an evil cultivator, it may be a group. If they go rashly, the entire army may be wiped out.

"Brother, judging from the aura, these zombies are not very strong, and the evil cultivator is definitely not a strong foundation builder. I can wait and watch in the dark, and when they fight to the death, I can reap the benefits of the fisherman, isn't it?" The best policy?" A young Taoist priest analyzed.

But the remaining Taoist priests were in deep thought.

"What if there is more than one evil cultivator?" A little Taoist priest worried, this is Yinfeng Mountain, with Yin energy, it is an excellent battlefield for evil cultivators.

"I can't control that much anymore. If the snake beads are lost, I will have no face to go back to the sect." Another young Taoist priest has already sneaked towards the battlefield, and the remaining Taoist priests are very helpless and can only follow. , I hope that there is really only one evil cultivator.

……

Under a huge ancient tree, Lu Yang looked towards the black-robed monk without any panic.

"You don't think these low-level iron zombies can consume my spiritual energy?" Lu Yang pinched out a spell, and the fog began to cover the surrounding area.

There are also strict divisions of zombie levels. There were no garbage zombies of this level in the ancient times. The ancient memories could not be used, but the modern memories did.

When Lu Yang was young, he heard some elders in the family talk about it.

The cheapest white hair is made from ordinary creatures, it has no wisdom at all, its movements are abnormally slow, and its attack power is very weak.

The iron zombies are different. Many of them are refined from the corpses of cultivators. They are invulnerable and can resist low-level spells.

The fighting power is not bad either.

At this time, all the iron zombies came towards Lu Yang to encircle and kill them.

The black-robed monk stood on top of the ancient tree and looked towards the forest.

"A few more ants came, just to add a few more corpses." The black-robed monk said with a hazy sneer.

He began to stare at Lu Yang in the mist.

Although the mist can block the detection of the divine sense, the black-robed monk can see clearly, a black shadow continuously flashes in the mist.

"Ghosts?" Lu Yang's heart sank. In the ancient times, ghosts were different species between the heaven and the earth. They were all extremely powerful creatures that were conceived after death.

But now this ghost is not as powerful as imagined.

Besides the ghosts, those zombies also surrounded Lu Yang, rushing up one after another to kill him.

These zombies are not bad in terms of speed and strength. They are about the strength of a fourth-level qi refining cultivator. Even Lu Yang may not be able to bear it all at once, and some of them are estimated to have the fighting power of a seventh-level qi refining monk. Xiao Shi, Lu Yang was just trying to confuse the black-robed monk just now, but the opponent didn't seem to be fooled at all.

A metal zombie had already rushed in front of Lu Yang, and hugged Lu Yang. Lu Yang kicked it fiercely, and the zombie flew hundreds of meters away in an instant.

Although Lu Yang hasn't practiced any secret techniques to strengthen his body yet, the body of the [-]th level of Qi Refining is no joke. These iron-skinned zombies without intelligence pose no threat to him. The real threat is the ghost, and he must find a way kill it.

At this time, the iron zombies that were kicked away by Lu Yang had slowly climbed up and continued to rush towards Lu Yang. The black-robed monk had a gloomy expression on his face. He spent a lot of time refining these iron zombies, but Not something so easily broken.

Lu Yang touched the ancient wood lightly, and the next moment an ice crystal long sword condensed in Lu Yang's hand, which was condensed by absorbing the moisture of the ancient wood.

This time when he went out, he didn't bring any decent weapons. In fact, Lu Yang just wanted to explore Kunlun Mountain. He didn't expect that he entered the Kunlun ancestral vein, the ancient battlefield, and encountered such a thing. A snake bead Triggered a chain of events.

The black-robed monk's eyes sank. How many attributes does Lu Yang have?But there are so many iron zombies and ghosts, even if Lu Yang is a multi-attribute monk, he can't escape at all.

After killing Lu Yang, it would be a breeze to deal with those Taoist priests.

But this black-robed monk has no idea how strong Lu Yang is.

Those iron zombies swarmed up again, Lu Yang showed a faint smile, and saw an ice crystal on the ground began to spread rapidly, and all the zombies were frozen in an instant.

Lu Yang didn't want to waste time with a group of zombies, as long as he killed this black-robed monk, these zombies would naturally lose control and become walking dead.

But when Lu Yang jumped up suddenly, a black shadow had already rushed towards him.

Lu Yang's cold ice sword slashed down, but the ghost swallowed up the ice crystal sword in an instant.

Lu Yang immediately punched the black shadow, and the black shadow directly entangled Lu Yang's arm, and the black death energy continuously corroded Lu Yang's arm.

The immemorial remnant soul is ready to move.

"Destroy!"

Lu Yang roared loudly, the power of the soul exploded, ghosts have no body, physical attacks are basically ineffective, and only the power of the soul is the most effective.

In the sea of ​​souls of the ghost, a berserk power of souls emerged, and Lu Yang had already sensed the souls of the black-robed monk.

"what……"

The black-robed monk trembled unceasingly, and his soul felt cramped.

This ghost is not weak, and the strength of the soul has reached the eighth level of refining Qi, but it is useless at all. Although Lu Yang only has a trace of the ancient remnant soul, the terrifying shock is not a joke.

Soul attack.

The ghost began to dissipate continuously, and the spirit had been wiped out.

"impossible……"

The black-robed cultivator couldn't believe it. A kid at the ninth level of Qi Refining killed his ghost with a single move of the soul attack. Even the foundation-establishing cultivator probably would have difficulty in doing so.

However, one of Lu Yang's arms was also wasted, but he tore it off without hesitation.

At this time, the soul of the black-robed cultivator had received heavy damage, and within the soul of the ghost, there was a power of his soul controlling it.

"Whoosh!"

The black-robed monk waved his robe, turning into a cloud of black smoke and flying towards the cave on the mountain.

At this time, he has realized that Lu Yang is not an ordinary monk at all. The violent coercion seems to be able to destroy the world, and it is impossible for the foundation-building monks to have it. This kind of coercion, he will never forget, in his heart There is only one thought, and that is to escape!

(End of this chapter)