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

Chapter 872

Although Zhao Chengyun was domineering and had a bad temper, Ling Yanyan knew that he was a master of inscription and had unparalleled strength, which was beyond his ability to contend with.

Ling Yanyan had already decided that if Zhao Chengyun plotted against him, he would immediately flee for his life.

As night falls, the night sky is dotted with stars, and the moon shines brightly while the stars are few.

Inside the valley, a campfire blazed brightly.

Zhao Chengyun sat in front of the campfire, his eyes fixed on the mummified corpse in his hands, his gaze filled with greed and fervor.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse let out a piercing roar, a deafening, rolling sound that made Ling Yan Yan tremble all over.

"Damn, that thing makes a really scary noise!" Ling Yanyan patted his chest and cursed under his breath.

"Kid, if you're not afraid of death, come closer." Suddenly, Zhao Chengyun turned his head and glanced at Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan rolled his eyes and said, "Master Zhao, if you're not afraid, why should I be?"

After saying that, Ling Yanyan walked towards the campfire and stood next to Zhao Chengyun.

Zhao Chengyun took a deep breath, reached out with his right hand, and pressed down on the mummified corpse's left shoulder.

In an instant, a bizarre scene unfolded—"Sizzle!"

The dry flesh tore open, and black blood flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful surge of pure vital energy emerged from the surface of the dried corpse.

"Hoohoo!"

A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping the mummified corpse's robes, making them flutter as if they were about to turn to ashes.

"Hiss!" Sensing the fluctuations of vital energy emanating from the mummified corpse, Ling Yan Yan gasped in shock, exclaiming, "Such dense vital energy!"

Although Ling Yanyan was only at the second level of the Tempering Origin Realm, his physical body was comparable to that of a third-tier savage beast.

Therefore, he was not affected by this surge of energy.

"Boom!"

Just then, a loud roar suddenly came, and the entire mountain peak shook violently.

Ling Yanyan's gaze flickered, and he looked up.

In the distance, a huge fireball was seen falling rapidly, smashing through boulders in the blink of an eye before finally crashing into the ground in the center of the valley.

Bang!

The ground exploded instantly, filling the air with smoke and dust.

"Cough cough!"

Under the shroud of smoke and dust, a disheveled figure collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood continuously, his breath extremely weak.

Upon seeing this figure, Ling Yanyan's eyes widened instantly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

The figure was none other than the mysterious young man in purple.

"Why are you here?"

Ling Yanyan exclaimed in astonishment.

Upon hearing Ling Yanyan's voice, the purple-robed youth struggled to raise his head, staring at Ling Yanyan with a mixture of resentment and fear.

The young man in purple gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to appear alive and kicking. Today I will annihilate you, body and soul!"

After saying that, the purple-robed youth suddenly leaped up and pounced on Ling Yanyan.

"not good!"

Sensing the fierce attack from the purple-robed youth, Ling Yan Yan's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly.

However, the purple-robed youth was faster and caught up in an instant, grabbing at the target with a claw.

Ling Yanyan's face turned pale, and he quickly threw a punch to meet the attack.

"boom!"

The fists and claws collided, unleashing a powerful force that sent Ling Yanyan staggering back several steps.

"Huh?" Seeing Ling Yanyan block his claw, the purple-robed youth was slightly taken aback, then smiled contemptuously and said, "A mere second-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator, an ant-like existence, dares to fight me?"

After saying that, the young man in purple robes lunged forward again.

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth and unleashed the fifth move of the "Nine Swords of Thunder," attacking wildly.

The young man in purple robes moved nimbly, dodging Ling Yanyan's attacks and launching a counterattack, each move containing terrifying power.

After a brief stalemate, Ling Yanyan punched the purple-robed youth in the waist and abdomen, and the sound of bones breaking echoed.

"Ah!" The young man in purple cried out in pain, staggering backward, with a trickle of bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, you lost." Ling Yanyan grinned, extremely excited.

Zhao Chengyun withdrew his arm, staring coldly at the purple-robed youth, and said coldly, "Boy, what did you just say?"

It was clear that Zhao Chengyun's tone was somewhat unfriendly.

"Huh?" Ling Yanyan's smile froze, and he hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "Master Zhao, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Zhao Chengyun's eyes flashed with icy coldness.

"Hehe, Grandmaster Zhao doesn't believe me?" Ling Yanyan chuckled, then briefly recounted the events.