Zombie Evil Emperor

Half a month later, the outline of a huge city covering an area of ​​thousands of miles appeared in Yang Tian's eyes, which was the headquarters of the Human Race Regional Fairy Court.

However, there was a light curtain outside the city of the former headquarters of the Human Race Immortal Court, which looked like a huge upside-down bowl at night, guarding the entire city.

However, not only does the human race's Immortal Court headquarters no longer have a huge light curtain, but there is also Yin Qi rising into the sky above, like an evil black dragon entrenched and writhing there. How many people would have to die to form such Yin Qi?

brush!

As his dark wings flapped, with long black tail flames, Yang Tian reached the sky above the headquarters of the Human Immortal Court.

He stood in the void and looked around. The entire city was in ruins. There was no intact courtyard or house. Especially the center of the main hall of the Xianting headquarters was now a big pit with a radius of thousands of miles.

"It's impossible to find anyone alive here."

Yang Tian just glanced at it and turned to leave.

He turned into a zombie form not only for the convenience of flying, but also because after becoming a zombie, he is very sensitive to the power of qi and blood in living people, which is stronger than ordinary ghosts and immortals.

"Although no one can be found at the Xianting headquarters, there may be people alive in other places."

Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Tian was flying freely in the vast expanse of mid-air at an extremely fast speed. Now, all the fairy towns in various places have been attacked by ghosts and turned into ruins. God knows where those fairy court personnel are hiding?

He can only fly at will, and save lucky people if he meets them. If he doesn't meet him, there is nothing he can do!

Um?

Two days later, Yang Tian stopped over a dense forest, his eyes bloomed with blood, as bright as the bloody sun in the sky, and he scanned the dense forest hundreds of miles below.

"Why is it missing?" Yang Tian frowned.

When he was passing over this dense forest just now, he noticed the breath of human blood for a moment, but when he stopped, the breath was gone again.

"Interesting, I actually met a formation master." Yang Tian suddenly smiled.

The only way to evade his eyesight and prevent him from seeing the slightest trace of Qi is to have a hidden formation arranged by a formation master who is also in the realm of formation masters.

Yang Tian was very excited to meet a formation master or a formation master who was above the realm of formation master. It was like going to exchange formations with him.

But soon, he put away this idea. He was here to save people, not to communicate.

brush!

Yang Tian flew away, thousands of miles away, and began to return to human form. This distance is beyond the range of the spiritual thoughts of the monks in the Tribulation Stage. Unless they are ghosts and immortals, no one can detect his existence.

After turning into a human form, Yang Tian once again came to the sky above the dense forest where he just left. With a swipe, he descended and landed on the ground.

His eyes were filled with purple light, and he shot out two thousand-foot beams of light. He opened the Eyes of Stealing Formation and searched carefully for the hidden formation in the dense forest.

Soon, an hour passed without Yang Tian’s divine thoughts noticing.

But the more they are not discovered, the more it proves that the other party's formation skills are advanced. Nowadays, the human monks in this immortal world are withered away. No matter what kind of master they are, Yang Tian is eager to meet them.

"It's actually here." After searching for nearly two hours, Yang Tian finally discovered the hidden formation.

Yang Tian walked to a big tree. This was a real big tree, not a phantom. However, when he pinched a small caterpillar lying on the trunk with his hand.

A magical scene appeared. A portal-like light and shadow suddenly appeared. Yang Tian walked directly in without any hesitation or hesitation.

When his figure entered, the light and shadow portal disappeared. However, Maomao Zhong, who was lying on the tree trunk, suddenly jumped to another big tree. After a few flashes, he appeared in the sky. Baizhang is here.

This caterpillar is not real, but a formation puppet. When it is motionless, it has no life characteristics and no spiritual power fluctuations. It is difficult to detect it with spiritual thoughts.

Even if they were aware of it, they would at best think of it as the corpse of a caterpillar, and would never think that it was a movable array entrance switch.

Who created this autonomously moving array switch? Yang Tian was full of curiosity about this formation master. This method was really too novel and incredible.

Even though the door is not big, only one person can pass through it, but after entering, you will find that this is a huge space. Although there is no view of birds singing, flowers, bridges and flowing water, there are several attic buildings standing like forest towers.

These attics are all Ruyi Linglong Pagodas, but these Ruyi Linglong Pagodas are used as portable cave palaces, unlike those like Yang Tian's which are regarded as natal magic weapons.

Swish, brush, brush!

at this time.

One after another figures flew out from different attics, and in an instant Yang Tian was surrounded by seventy or eighty monks.

Among these people were men and women, old and young. Their auras were at the lowest Golden Core stage, and the highest were at the Great Perfection stage of the late Nascent Soul stage. As for the cultivator Yang Tian who was in the Transformation stage, he didn't even notice.

Seeing that it was a human monk, these people were all relieved. Just now they thought it was a ghost that had found this place.

"Who are you? How did you find yourself here?"

A Dzogchen cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage asked. She was a middle-aged female cultivator with ordinary appearance but elegant and dignified temperament.

Yang Tian introduced himself: "My name is..."

But before he could say his name, a somewhat uncertain female voice suddenly sounded, "Are you Brother Yang Tianyang?"

Yang Tian didn't expect someone to call out his name. He looked up and saw a delicate and beautiful woman in white flying over from a loft in the distance.

After seeing the woman's appearance, Yang Tian felt a little familiar, but he was not sure and said: "Are you... Mingyue?"

"It's really you, Brother Yang." The woman who flew over said excitedly after landing, "After so many years, I really didn't expect that Brother Yang would still remember Mingyue."

Mingyue was still a young girl back then. Four to five hundred years later, she is now a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, and her appearance has changed into that of a twenty-four or five-year-old.

"By the way, Brother Yang, how did you find this place?" As soon as Mingyue heard this, she suddenly said: "Brother Yang, you have become a great master of formations now, right?"

Yang Tian nodded in recognition.

Mingyue smiled bitterly and said: "For so many years, I have been working hard with Brother Yang as my goal. I thought that by advancing to the master level in the formation process, I should surpass Brother Yang. But I didn't expect that Brother Yang is also a formation master now."

Her talent in formations is very high, and she gained a few months of formation knowledge by Yang Tian's side back then. Four or five hundred years later, with her own talents, the formation methods taught by Yang Tian, ​​and her skills in immortals After reading countless formation books in the court, she became a master of formation over time.