Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng's eyes darkened as he watched the zombies on the ground cut in two by him.

The strength of this line of corpses was probably a little higher than that of paper pricks, because they were able to break through his fifteenth floor Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques.

And this zombie that the undertaker kept just broke his sixteenth floor of the Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques.

For the current Fang Zheng,

He gradually found a way to distinguish the strength of his opponents.

That was to see through a few layers of his Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques.

Like that hundred-year-old female ghost in Gujing village who could instantly break through his twenty-four Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques floors and press him to the ground to rub and rub, it was a typical state of suppression.

He needed to figure out what level of strength the Paper pricking, or the zombie on the ground, would correspond to. From now on, it would be better to know the exact strength of the opponent based on the protection power of the Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques.

In fact, Fang Zheng did not know that his first battle with the Paper pricking was already on the "Bureau" list of key figures.

Strength was listed as being able to kill the fourth and fifth level Heavenly dog ghosts alone.

Whether it was the Paper pricking or the eight lifetimes of bloody moldy masons who kept their bodies, they were almost within this range of strength.

However, Fang Zheng still had other issues to deal with.

It was a rare encounter with a passerby, but in the end he was beaten away by him. Fang Zheng was standing where he was, and he was in a tangle. How should he go down the road?

"Are you following the previous route of the undertaker?"

In the end, Fang Zheng decided to continue on the same route.

If this route is accurate, you should be able to meet other people along the way, because the more people walk, the more roads become... There's nothing wrong with Mr. Lu Xun's words.

Along the way, Fang Zheng was not in a hurry. He would rather be careful than rush forward.

In such a situation, the speed could be imagined, not even a few minutes out of a hundred meters, walking, suddenly, Fang Zheng stood still, he listened attentively.

He was the only one breathing softly in the white fog, and there was actually a vague voice of someone talking...

"I can't believe that it's just an unconfirmed piece of news. It's not in the 36th hole in the world, and the uncertain little Blessed Land in the 72nd fortune ranking actually attracts so many people who want to eat the first piece of cake." It was a slightly gloomy man's voice.

Then another person echoed, "After all, there are great things buried here. It is natural for rumors to spread everywhere. It is not because of this that we rushed over from the northern province overnight."

The man had a nasal tone and his voice was a little muffled, as if his nose was blocked after a cold.

Gloomy man: "There are thirty-six holes in the world, and the seventy-two blessings have not yet been revived. There are only a few inferior Blessed Land who are not ranked in the world, and little Blessed Land is the first to open. But even the little Blessed Land with ant legs is controlled by the people in the system. Wild Blessed Land like this has yet to be confirmed. It's a pattern of small fights. Only those of us who are not part of the aristocratic family or the system will take it as a treasure and plunge in like moths to the fire."

"If we want to be a rising star in this spirit recovery and overtake on a curve, the spirit tide in Blessed Land and the spirit explosion are our only chance."

The nasal man sighed and said, "The blue blood moon has come several times in the past, and the spirit energy has revived. It has failed only in the first round. The spirit energy of heaven and earth has withered again. It is not suitable for cultivation. Most of the people who have awakened their blood and physique have disappeared and remained hidden."

"I don't know if this spiritual recovery will open up an unprecedented change and create an evolutionary frenzy that no predecessors had."

"I don't want to be like my grandfather. After the spiritual qi withers again, the blood vessels of the awakened body become depleted and degenerate. Every time I use my power, I have to burn my spirit and energy and exhaust my life force. Finally, in order to reduce my body's burden, I have to choose to remain in seclusion and live for the rest of my life."

First, there was a brief silence, then the gloomy man said in a serious tone: "In the past ten or twenty years, the spirit energy has been slowly reviving all over the place. This time the blue blood moon has come and the spirit energy has been fully revived, which means that those old people who have lived for a long time will soon recover from their physical exhaustion one by one. That's why we should take this gap and overtake on the curve as soon as possible so that we can get a bigger slice of the cake in the future..."

The voice of the conversation faded away, blurring...

Fang Zheng quickly followed, but he did not dare to get too close, lest he be discovered as he had been when he had followed the undertaker.

As a result, because of the speed, the conversation between the two had completely disappeared, far away.

Fang Zheng had no choice but to give up and keep following him. For a moment, his eyebrows tightened into chuan characters.

Spirit withered? Spirit revived?

Dongtian? Blessed Land?

An unprecedented change?

"Is the strange and unsettled change in the world now due to the revival of spirit energy in those two people?"

... The age of the apocalypse...

... Spirit recovery...

Fang Zheng understood what it meant.

However, the spirit recovery did not erupt overnight, but over the past long period of time, it has slowly recovered in all parts of the world?

Fang Zheng could not help but think of the "Supernatural investigation bureau," this group of people is the first to enjoy the spirit recovery dividend?

Sure enough, he was inside the system, leaning against a big tree to cool himself off. Fang Zheng sighed.

The short conversation between the two mysterious men opened the door to a new world for Fang Zheng. Although it was just some fragmented information, it still gave Fang Zheng a general understanding of the changes in the world he lived in.

He was no longer blind as he used to be.

It really answered that sentence, an unprecedented change!

Fang Zheng was delighted to find that the fog around him was no longer so thick as before and began to fade a little. The visibility was already about ten meters. It seemed that he had followed the sound of the two men out of the range of the white fog and came to the edge of the white fog...

He did not go far, but his vision widened and he had already walked out of the thick fog.

In front of him was a huge, hollowed out mountainside. It was a dark place, but Fang Zheng's current martial arts physique did not bother Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng observed carefully and found that on the rock wall of the mountainside, there were obvious traces of human civilization's knife and axe cutting. The mountainside opening was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, showing a well, leading to a deeper place.

And on both sides of the rock wall, the human head sacrifice! It was full of human heads and skulls.

I'm afraid there aren't tens of thousands of human heads in this place. It's not like the ancients slaughtered a town or a city, is it?

What a killing and bloody massacre.

Fang Zheng's scalp felt a little numb.

However, perhaps because of geological disasters or plate movements, history was too long. The human head sacrifice on both sides of the mountain and rock had collapsed by one-third, and the only passage between the two walls became the bone mountain of human head, leaving only a very narrow passageway, barely enough for one person to pass through.

Soon, Fang Zheng found the others entering Dragon head lake... They all gathered across the aisle of the human head sacrifice.

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