The Ancient Zombie Emperor

The Sloppy Old Daoist observed from outside the Flowing Moon Sect. Suddenly, he took a step forward, and with a ripping sound, the space became like paper, as if it was broken, and then healed. No one knew that this had happened, but The Sloppy Old Daoist had instantly teleported from a thousand meters away to inside Flowing Moon Sect.

This method was absolutely terrifying. It was comparable to the legendary Earth Shrinking Ruler!

The The Sloppy Old Daoist smiled as he walked inside the Flowing Moon Sect and leisurely took a sip of his old wine. He seemed to be of the same origin with the world, everything seemed so calm and serene, no one in the A disciple of the Flowing Moon Sect noticed him.

Even the great sect protecting array of the Flowing Moon Sect did not reject them. The The Sloppy Old Daoist strolled among the crowd, full of energy, with a smile on his face.

"I felt it, there's a trace of his aura left here, he …" have come to this small sect! " At this moment, a terrifying light exploded out of The Sloppy Old Daoist's old eyes. He no longer had that lonely and helpless look on his face, as if he had turned into an invincible existence that could sweep away all of his enemies.

A wooden house and two willow trees.

The cold wind blew through the empty dooryard, lifting the dead leaves into the air.

The The Sloppy Old Daoist stood in front of the wooden house and slowly walked in. He glanced around, then sat on a wooden chair and laughed out loud as if he had gone insane, muttering to himself: "You stayed here for a long time, but you still left in the end. Where did you go?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze looked towards the outside of Flowing Moon Sect. Forbidden Ridge, who was seated surrounded by boundless baleful aura and bloody aura, had a gaze that seemed to pierce through space, as if he was looking at something.

After a moment, he turned around and left.

As if they had just arrived, as if none of the A disciple of the Flowing Moon Sect s saw him, they directly walked past him.

No one knew what kind of person the Flowing Moon Sect had just arrived.

Consonance Peak.

At the peak of the mountain, Xiao Mu was seated cross-legged as he breathed in and out the spirit energy of heaven and earth. The nameless mental exercise had already been activated for three hundred cycles and he had improved a lot in terms of cultivation, but he still had a long way to go before he could reach the eighth stage of the Stun Stage.

At this moment, a terrifying aura that would cause the wind and clouds to surge, the world to distort, flowed within his eyes. The entire Consonance Peak was filled with this aura, causing all the birds and beasts to prostrate themselves on the ground while trembling.

However, Xiao Mu was not satisfied.

The matter of Wanyan Sect, Divine Dao Sect, Xiao Yao Sect, and the matter of Xiao Fenglin being transferred away three years ago had made Xiao Mu clearly understand that there were even more frightening existences above martial practitioners and martial masters.

How could he be satisfied with his current strength?

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Mu stood up and rushed over to the Flowing Moon Sect.

"If I, the martial cultivation, were to just sit still and cultivate, wouldn't I become a flower in a greenhouse? Then I would be able to train, train my mind, and temper myself in the mortal world! It is through the trials of life and death that one becomes even stronger. " Xiao Mu said firmly.

"Fine, I'll go with you. You must come back within a month." The Flowing Moon Sect warned.

"One month?" Xiao Mu revealed a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, the Flowing Moon Sect explained: "One month from now, it will be the day of the competition for the northern border's sects that happens once every four years. At that time, all of the core disciples must come and gather."

"Disciple understands!" Xiao Mu's heart trembled as he replied.

After returning to the Consonance Peak, Xiao Mu rested for a moment. He opened the map in his hands, which recorded the landmarks within a thousand miles radius of the Flowing Moon Sect. Finally, he locked his gaze onto a mountain range eight hundred miles to the east.

Great Zhou Mountains!

Strictly speaking, this place was no longer within the jurisdiction of the Flowing Moon Sect. It had already reached the borders of the Bright Moon Sect s. Within the mountain range, there were countless heavenly and earthly spiritual extract, as well as powerful fierce beasts, as well as the natives of the Great Zhou Mountains and the clansmen of the Great Zhou Clan.

In addition, there were also all sorts of martial artists coming and going in this place. It could be said that it was a place where fish and dragons mixed together.

After Xiao Mu decided to go to the Great Zhou Mountains, he disguised himself and carried the ancient sword-drinking blood on his back.

Along the way, Xiao Mu travelled through ten large mountains. Three large rivers traversed across the Northern Frontier Divine Province, beheaded the seven Grade Eight Vicious Beast and refined their death aura before meeting a group of merchants.

"Young Hero, we're hurrying ahead. I've locked you up with a dignified and extraordinary bearing, so you must be a talented person. I'm someone who loves solid friends, so why don't we go together?" Inside a horse carriage, a handsome young man lifted the curtain and looked at Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu was startled, without much thought he nodded and agreed. After all, he was going to the Great Zhou Mountains by himself and was very bored.

Xiao Mu and this pair of merchants were travelling together.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Mu found out that this was a caravan in Withered Grass City. The handsome youth was called Zhang Yijie, and was the young master of a group of people.

Zhang Yijie's mouth was like a river overflowing with saliva flying everywhere. He spoke a lot of words, and the old servant beside him could only bitterly smile as he listened. The Young Lord had this kind of personality; he liked to make friends from all over the world. Every time he made a new friend, he did not know the background of the other party.

"Brother Xiao, have you heard of Great Zhou Clan?" Zhang Yijie said mysteriously.

"Rumor has it that the people of the Great Zhou Clan have lived for a thousand years. Every single clan member of the Great Zhou Clan have great strength. A five or six-year-old child can lift a heavy object that weighs three hundred kilograms."

Xiao Mu was shocked, he never expected the Great Zhou Clan to be so powerful.

"Once you reach Great Zhou Mountains, you must not offend any of the people there. Otherwise, it will be difficult to even take a single step inside the Great Zhou Mountains." Zhang Dayi said.

Xiao Mu thoughtfully nodded his head. Since he had lived in the Great Zhou Mountains for a thousand years, he must be extremely familiar with it. If he wanted to move there, he would have to rely on them.

Finally, after a day and night of travel, in the early hours of the second day, Xiao Mu and Zhang Dayi arrived at Great Zhou Mountains.

The continuous mountain range towered tall and rugged. It was incredibly steep, as if heavenly swords were crossing over one after another, forming a natural chasm.

In the flat land, there were already tents set up all around. All the heroes of the martial world had gathered here. At the foot of the mountain, there were a few inns. The inns were packed with people, and the martial artists were drinking wine and eating meat in big mouthfuls.

After Xiao Mu settled down in an inn, he pricked up his ears and asked around for more information.

"Sigh, have you heard, the dragonfruit thousand-year-old in Great Zhou Mountains blooms every thousand years or so with results every thousand years? The fruits look like young dragons, and after eating they can increase a warrior's thousand days of spiritual energy."

"dragonfruit thousand-year-old, there's really such a talent in Great Zhou Mountains!" martial cultivation was shocked.