Ninth Uncle World: I let the old man uncover the coffin!

【Speed: 60】

【Defense: 60】

【Transportation: 100】

[Different species: Bronze Armored Corpse, General's Bloodline (mutation)]

[Skills: Turtle Breath, Illusion]

[Level [-] Territory: Nine Nether Corpse Seas]

[Skills: dreaming, praying, earth escape, refining luck. 】

During this period of time, he kept signing in every day, and his skills continued to soar. Ren Weiyong's strength, speed, and defense all reached the limit he could achieve, 60 points.

This is already the limit of black stiffness.

Ordinary flying zombies can't reach this level, at least the old zombies who have reached the peak of flying zombies can be worthy of being compared with Ren Weiyong.

Even Dong Xiaoyu, a ghost in the early stage of ghost king, can only feel that Ren Weiyong is as deep as an abyss when he looks at Ren Weiyong's back.

I can't see through his true strength at all, I just feel that it is unattainable.

Dong Xiaoyu has never seen the zombie king Xuankui, but she feels that even Xuankui cannot compare with her master.

It's just that the strength that Dong Xiaoyu admires is nothing in front of Maoshan and Wumeng.

These sects have been passed down for thousands of years, and it is impossible for there to be no old monsters sitting in them.

"You have to continue to improve your strength." Ren Weiyong sighed in his heart.

It's just that the sign-in reward is too simple. If you don't promote to Feizhu, you just increase your Taoism, and you may never be able to improve.

But how to promote Flying Zombie?

Ren Weiyong currently has a little idea.

Drinking the blood of a close relative is one way, but thinking of Ren Fa's simple and honest face, he couldn't bear to do it.

Moreover, in the movie, the blood of close relatives can only make zombies advance to black zombies. If they want to break through to flying zombies in one fell swoop, it may be impossible.

The other half way is to learn from the royal zombie Xuan Song.

On stormy nights, wear a lightning rod on your head to let the thunder strike you!

Now that Ren Weiyong's body contains great luck, it is possible to be promoted if he is hacked.

It's just that this method is too simple and rude. Ren Weiyong is cautious by nature and doesn't intend to do it.

There is also the most common training method of zombies: inhaling resentment.

After practice last night, this method proved to be very effective against ghosts and successfully promoted Dong Xiaoyu.

But Ren Weiyong gave it a try, and it improved him very little.

There is a feeling of eating puffed food as a meal, it is effective, but not completely effective...

Ren Weiyong tapped his head with his fingers.

The matter of being promoted and flying stiff cannot be resolved for a while.

Upgrading the zombie area is also a way, and acquiring more skills can also improve combat power.

But only in the area around Renjia Town, the belief of all beings is not enough.

As long as Ren Dalong's sphere of influence completely covers Xiangxi, it's almost the same...

"Then there is only one last way left!"

Ren Weiyong focused on one of his skills: Refining Qi Luck.

I got 100 luck points from Xuan Song, but I haven't had time to study it yet.

Ren Weiyong pressed his hand on his chest, and a trace of luck, like green smoke, was slowly refined by his skills.

His trace of general blood began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And as the power of luck was gradually absorbed by him, refined and integrated into his body, his bronze armored body was also gradually undergoing an incredible transformation.

A drop of the general's blood in the body, after absorbing and refining a little bit of luck, like those alien zombies, unexpectedly also has a little bit of invulnerability!

Seeing the changes in himself, Ren Weiyong couldn't help but flash a gleam in the depths of his eyes at this time.

For Ren Weiyong, this was really a surprise!

In just a few tens of breaths, the 100 points of luck were swallowed up by Ren Weiyong silently.

At this time, Ren Weiyong's eyes fell on himself. After devouring the luck of the Qing court, his bronze-colored skin began to glisten, revealing a trace of fairness.

It wasn't the paleness of a corpse, but a jade-like translucent whiteness.

Silver armor corpse, refined!

"This feeling! "

Ren Wei slowly closed his eyes, and now he felt much stronger than he was a few breaths ago.

Now, even in the face of the Zombie King, he has an eagerness to fight.

Dong Xiaoyu looked at Ren Wei's back, she keenly felt that the king seemed to have become stronger again.

Nintendo also stared blankly at his brother.

For some reason, he felt that his brother seemed to be even more terrifying.

The only regret is that the Qing court has too little luck.

A mere prince might not be able to carry much luck.

Ren Weiyong couldn't help but look to the north.

There is the location of the imperial city!

Even if Yuan Datou replaced the Qing court, the luck accumulated in several dynasties would definitely not dissipate easily.

Ren Weiyong suddenly had the idea of ​​going to the capital for a stroll.

It's just that this matter needs a long-term plan...

Ren Weiyong suddenly frowned, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Dong Xiaoyu noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's the matter, master?"

"Hehe, a few bugs dare to come here to be presumptuous." Ren Weiyong snorted coldly.

The Zombie Region has covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles around Jiuyin Mountain, and if someone who has attained the Tao steps into this place, he will know immediately.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat the blood food delivered to your door!"

Ren Weiyong didn't explain, and walked out directly.

"Ah?" Dong Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

Just killed Bai Yulou's gang last night, so they're going to kill again?

The master is usually mild-tempered, why did he suddenly become enlightened in the past two days?

Without further ado, Nintendo quickly followed.

Tie Hanhan is energetic when he hears cooking, and never asks why!

The sky gradually darkened.

There were three people who came, led by a strange old man.

The old man was about as skinny as a stick, wearing a black Yin-Yang Yudao robe, and behind him, there were two attendants wearing gauze hats on their heads, dressed as attendants.

Although he was wearing a Taoist uniform, this man was not a Taoist priest, but a wizard.

Miaojiang shamanism does not separate families, Gu poison is often mixed, all kinds of sects can't be the only one, and after years of fighting with each other, such a mixed situation has been formed.

After the witch god was born, the witch god was respected and the witch alliance was established. However, there are not only wizards in the witch alliance, but there are Gu masters, wizards, Taoists, gods and ghosts from all walks of life!

Speaking of this black-robed wizard, he came out from the depths of Miaojiang.

Although he hurried all the way, he couldn't get out of the mountain, but came to a valley.

Surrounded by cliffs, this valley is the only way to climb over the mountain in front of you.

In front of the valley, the great wizard in black robe was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Master, through this valley, the big mountain in front is Jiuyin Mountain where the evildoer is located." A follower reported to the master.

"Okay! That evildoer is entrenched on Jiuyin Mountain, he must have taken a fancy to the large population around Jiuyin Mountain, and blood is everywhere. Presumably, the people around Jiuyin Mountain have suffered from this evildoer for a long time! Now, it's time to subdue the demon. gone."

The great wizard in black robe opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"After subduing the demon, our Witch League can send people to guard this moment, which can be regarded as a new place of trial."

"Master, this is the place where Maoshan is guarded. If I remember correctly, the guard here should be Lin Jiu, who ranks second among Maoshan's young generation."

Another boy whispered beside him.

The guarded place is the territory of all sects and sects.

Once the boundary is crossed, it may cause a Zongmen war.

"Lin Jiu? Huh, even a black head can't be subdued. Since the people in Maoshan can't guard it, let us help them guard it!"

The great wizard in black robe raised his brows, with a stern look on his face.

Wumeng and Maoshan have always been at odds with each other, and he would not let it go if he had the opportunity to save Maoshan's face.

"Let's go, tonight we will rush to the foot of Jiuyin Mountain, look for the ground veins to lay down the ground net, and at noon tomorrow, when the yang energy is the strongest, we will take action and take that evildoer away."

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The strong mountain wind roared in the valley, which sounded a little frightening.

"There is a corpse in this wind!"

The great wizard in black robe whispered, but he didn't stop at all.

In such a wilderness, it is normal to have monsters.

If it was normal, he might even look for it specifically to slay demons and demons, but now, he has something important to do, so he can't delay it.

"This is, was found?"

The great wizard in black robe was at the forefront, breathing the corpse aura in the wind, he naturally noticed it immediately.

However, he didn't care at all.

He is one of the eight elders of the majestic Witch League, how can he be afraid of a group of monsters.

If anyone who doesn't have a good eye dares to come up, just kill him directly.

A sense of arrogance surged in the heart of the great wizard in black robe.

Just when he was about to reach the exit of the valley, his footsteps stopped and his body froze.

I saw a tall figure standing there with his hands behind his back against the light, with a faint corpse aura emanating from his body.

He just stood there quietly by himself. Due to the backlight, people couldn't see his face clearly, but it actually gave people a feeling that he was in charge of one man and one man was alone.

The great wizard in black robe squinted his eyes. For some reason, the person in front of him gave him a faint sense of danger.

Chapter 62 Fighting

"What do you mean, friend Daoist?"

Behind the black-robed Taoist, a follower spoke.

This person said he was a follower, but he had practiced Miaojiang witchcraft for more than ten years, and he was much stronger than ordinary wizards who walked the rivers and lakes.

But he couldn't see through the depth of Ren Weiyong, otherwise, he would have started directly, and there would be no nonsense.

"What do you mean? The scenery in the valley here is beautiful. Since you are here, don't leave."

Ren Weiyong grinned, although he was fighting three against one, he had no fear.

As powerful as him, the only one worthy to be his opponent is the leading wizard.

The sorcerer who was the attendant was not Ren Weiyong who was proud, even if he stood there and let those guys beat him, they might not be able to beat him.