Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 1033

Ling Yanyan gave a soft snort.

He formed a hand seal with his five fingers, and a surge of true energy erupted from his body, transforming into a giant hand that reached out to grab the source of the vengeful spirits.

Although this source of vengeful spirits is precious, it is not important to Ling Yan Yan.

What he needed most was that bronze token!

Boom!

Ling Yanyan's palm, as if obscuring the sky, rapidly enlarged and slammed down fiercely.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the source of the vengeful spirit shattered, turning into specks of black light that merged into Ling Yan Yan's body.

In an instant, Ling Yanyan's cultivation improved significantly, and his physique was also tempered and strengthened.

"Hahaha, how could a mere ant like you possibly enjoy the source of my vengeful spirits?"

Sensing the changes within his body, the Zombie King was overjoyed.

He originally planned to devour Ling Yanyan to increase his strength and then find an opportunity to seize the Source of Vengeful Spirits.

Unfortunately, the source of the vengeful spirits has now been destroyed.

He completely lost hope.

"Heh, while the source of vengeful spirits is rare, you still have quite a few!"

However, the next moment, Ling Yanyan's cold words came.

"what?"

The Zombie King was taken aback.

However, before he could react, a terrifying pulling force suddenly swept out.

Boom!

The next moment, the zombie king stiffened and was forcibly pulled into Ling Yanyan's body.

"Ahhh!"

With a piercing scream, the zombie king vanished without a trace, leaving behind only blood and bits of flesh scattered on the ground.

Wow!

As the zombie king disappeared, the binding force in the room gradually dissipated.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

In mid-air, Ling Yan Yan coughed twice and slowly landed on the ground.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that the attack had seriously injured him.

"I underestimated you!"

"I never expected that you would have such powerful runes on your body, enough to isolate the power of heaven and earth and hinder my control over you."

"Fortunately, you used a secret technique just now, which consumed a lot of your power, otherwise I would have had to use the 'Netherworld Ghost Curse' to kill you!"

Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face slightly gloomy.

Ghostly Curse!

It is a unique spell created by the Zombie King. Once cast, it can sever the power of heaven and earth, and even martial artists at the Innate Realm cannot get close.

However, each time the Netherworld Curse is cast, the cost is extremely high.

"Humph!"

"Your physical condition is too poor. Even with this kind of rune, you won't last long."

"Let's finish this as soon as possible."

"Your physique is special. If I devour you, I will definitely be able to recover to my peak condition and live for hundreds of years again without any problem."

"Heh heh, kid, just accept your fate!"

A sinister laugh rang out from Ling Yanyan's body.

Immediately afterwards, endless black mist spread out, filling the entire room and sending chills down one's spine.

call out!

Wisps of black energy surged and coalesced into a hideous face.

It was indeed the appearance of the Zombie King.

"die!"

Ling Yanyan gave a low shout.

His right foot slammed out and landed on the floor.

Click!

Instantly, the hard steel floor was crushed, revealing a huge hole.

Ling Yanyan's figure blurred as he rushed straight to the Zombie King.

Bang bang bang!

The punches were fierce and relentless, raining down relentlessly.

puff!

The zombie king coughed up blood, his body was mangled and swaying precariously, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"Damn it!"

"Why is this kid so difficult to deal with!"

"I am about to use all my power; you are doomed."

The zombie king was furious, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his body suddenly swelled up.

"what?"

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan frowned slightly.

He discovered that the zombie king was not retreating but advancing, fearlessly charging towards him.

Rumble!

The zombie king grew larger and larger, eventually reaching a height of three or four meters.

"Humph!"

"You think you can fight me?"

Ling Yanyan's face showed a mocking expression.

Boom!

He took a step forward and unleashed a powerful whip kick, like a thunderbolt, which struck the zombie king in the chest.

Bang!

A muffled groan was heard.

The zombie king's body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall and falling outside.