Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1171 Ninth Level Blood Zombie

Su Fan swept his spiritual sense across the ring and saw a small coffin as black as ink quietly floating in the ring.

His eyes focused, and he raised his hand and steadily took the small black coffin in the ring.

At the moment the small coffin touched the palm of his hand, a biting chill as if coming from the Netherworld of Hell, like a turbulent undercurrent, spread madly along the palm of his hand to his entire body.

Even though Su Fan's physical strength had already reached an astonishing level, he couldn't help but shiver violently at this moment, and his hands almost couldn't hold the mysterious little coffin.

He was startled and quickly circulated the spiritual power in his body. He made a sword finger with his hand, muttered something, and pointed lightly forward.

The small pitch-black coffin slowly slipped out of his hand and floated in the air in front of him.

As Su Fan's mind moved, the small black coffin slowly opened a crack.

"call……"

A bloody smell so strong that it was almost tangible came to his face, like a bloody wind carrying endless killing and weirdness, and instantly spread around Su Fan.

Immediately afterwards, an even colder breath surged out, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly as if it had been hit by an extremely cold storm that had not been seen in ten thousand years.

Su Fan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He shivered from the cold and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

However, in this biting cold and strong smell of blood, a glimmer of surprise and excitement flashed in Su Fan's eyes.

"This is a ninth-order blood zombie!"

Zombies are roughly divided into dozens of categories, including walking zombies, living zombies, white zombies, black zombies, hairy zombies, iron zombies, flying zombies, blood zombies, poisonous zombies, etc.

Except for ordinary walking corpses and living corpses that do not require sacrifice, there is actually no absolute difference in strength among other types of zombies.

However, the qualities of zombies vary greatly, and the methods of refining zombies vary in quality. The key lies in which Taoist tradition is more profound and exquisite.

The quality of each zombie, the Taoist tradition of zombie sacrifice, and the environment in which the zombies are raised determine the upper limit of the zombies' potential.

Anyway, no matter what kind of zombie it is, as long as it can reach the ninth level, its quality must be the best of the best, and the Taoist tradition of refining it must come from a famous family.

There is also the environment for worshipping and refining zombies, which is commonly known as the top-quality "corpse-raising ground", and its importance is self-evident.

However, even if all of the above conditions are met, it is not necessarily possible to successfully refine a ninth-level zombie.

Therefore, among the cultivators of the Demonic Zombie Sect, there are very few who can refine a ninth-order zombie. Only by chance can one refine a real ninth-order zombie.

Su Fan couldn't suppress his curiosity and excitement, and he suddenly opened the lid of the black coffin.

In this dark little coffin, there lay a blood-red zombie quietly, with a talisman emitting a faint light stuck on its forehead.

Perhaps it was because it smelled the rich energy and blood from Su Fan, the blood-red zombie instantly began to struggle violently, its body twisting as if trying to break through the small coffin that imprisoned it.

Su Fan suddenly felt a bloodthirsty murderous intent, like a surging wave, instantly spreading from the small coffin. The murderous intent seemed to be real and almost drowned him.

If it weren't for the talisman on its forehead emitting mysterious power and restraining its movements, this ninth-level blood zombie would have roared out of the small coffin and started a bloody massacre.

Su Fan was startled when he saw this. He quickly waved his hand and replaced the lid of the small coffin at an extremely fast speed.

With his current strength, he is indeed powerless against this ninth-order blood zombie. If he lets it escape rashly, he will likely be in danger.

I can only wait until I break through the realm of refining emptiness before I can find a chance to control this powerful blood zombie.

Just as the lid of the small coffin was closed, Su Fan felt a roar in his mind, and a huge amount of information poured into his consciousness like a tide.

All of this information contained detailed information about this ninth-order blood zombie, as well as a secret technique of controlling corpses from the zombie sect of the True Demon God Sect. According to the information, in order to cultivate this ninth-order blood zombie, a zombie sect leader of the True Demon God Sect had spent nearly a thousand years of hard work and countless precious resources.

Later, this zombie gang leader unfortunately died in a battle with the Netherworld during a catastrophe in "Man Gu Tian".

His small coffin has been stored in the sect's treasury and has been there for hundreds of years.

Su Fan had read a lot of zombie secrets before, and he knew very well that this kind of blood zombie was the most difficult to refine among all zombies.

Refining blood zombies requires a huge amount of qi and blood as support, and as the blood zombies continue to advance, the quality of qi and blood required will also increase accordingly.

Therefore, after a blood zombie breaks through to the ninth level, if it wants to go further, it must devour the blood and qi of a cultivator in the fusion realm, or a ninth-level demon or monster, in order to meet its needs for advancement.

Su Fan took another look at the ink-black coffin in his hand and let out a long sigh.

With this ninth-order blood zombie, it will be of immeasurable help to him.

High-level zombies have high defense and high health, and are definitely the best meat shields.

In the past, he had possessed some low-level bronze-armored corpses, but in fact, those all belonged to the category of iron zombies.

These low-level bronze-armored zombies had served as meat shields for him many times in past battles, with significant effects. Their only drawback was that they consumed some of the zombies.

Su Fan carefully put away the ink-black small coffin, and then he sent a thought to Xiao Ning.

"Uncle Master, is the thing you sent me a reward from our True Demon Sect?"

After a while, Xiao Ning's thoughts came back.

"Well... that's the reward given to you by Senior Uncle Hongxi on behalf of the sect. These are all things he specially selected for you. How about it? Are you satisfied..."

Su Fan secretly sighed in his heart. He had to say that everything that Grandmaster Hong Xi had chosen for him hit the mark exactly.

How could I not be satisfied?

"Uncle Master, I have been in seclusion to heal my wounds, and I am unable to personally thank Grandmaster Hongxi. Please thank him on my behalf, and tell him that I will devote myself to the sect until my death..."

"No need for later. You have made great contributions to the sect this time, so it is well deserved no matter how much reward you receive..."

Su Fan felt so relieved when he heard what Uncle Xiao Ning said. Uncle Xiao Ning was good at talking and always made people feel warm.

"Oh, Uncle Master, how is the battle in the Netherworld now?"

"What else can we do? It's always like that, just wasting time. Both sides keep adding people to the front line. If the Netherworld Realm can't fight anymore one day, they will naturally withdraw..."

After receiving this message from Xiao Ning, Su Fan couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Since experiencing the Battle of Montenegro, he has deeply felt the tragedy and cruelty of this war.

By the time this war is over, "Man Gu Tian" has no idea how many people will die, and countless monks will be ruthlessly drawn into this huge meat grinder of war.

"Uncle Master, do we still need to go to the front line..."

"There were hundreds of thousands of people in the Black Mountain base, but in the end, only less than a hundred were left. What do they want us to do? Is there no one else in Man Gu Tian except us?"

After receiving Xiao Ning's thought, Su Fan felt relieved.

That’s good. I can continue to stay comfortably inside the mountain gate.

(End of this chapter)