Zombie Evil Emperor

Five days later!

Yang Tian, ​​who had traveled 1,700 to 800 miles, walked into Qingfeng Town, the most populous town in the territory of Wuyue Temple.

It was lunch time, and in front of the entrances of restaurants of all sizes on both sides of the street, the waiters were shouting loudly, soliciting passers-by on the street.

Not long after, Yang Tian walked towards a restaurant that looked quite big. The waiter standing outside the door greeted him with a smile: "I'll be honest, please come inside."

When he came to the counter, Yang Tian took out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeves and said, "Give me a first-class guest room by the window. Just give me a meal before evening."

Monks in this world use spiritual stones as currency for transactions, while ordinary mortals still use gold, silver and copper for currency transactions just like the ancient times on earth.

The clerk at the counter picked up the small scale next to him and weighed a few pieces of broken silver. He said, "The silver is enough for four days. When you check out, the remaining silver will be returned to you."

Then, under the guidance of a restaurant waiter, Yang Tian came to the third floor and entered a superior guest room with a window facing the street.

After nearly five consecutive days and four nights of traveling, from the main peak of Baiyun Temple to the town of Qingfeng, which is more than 1,700 miles away, Yang Tian, ​​although he is a monk, is very tired at the moment. After the waiter left, he fell on the bed and fell asleep. Get up and sleep.

Yang Tian slept soundly that night, and it wasn't until the evening when the restaurant delivery boy knocked on the door that he woke up leisurely.

The food delivered by the restaurant consisted of four dishes and one soup, including both meat and vegetables. Yang Tian was thinking about things in his mind and could not decide whether the food was delicious or not.

After dinner, Yang Tian walked out of the restaurant and wandered around the streets of Qingfeng Town. As an important town of Wuyue Temple, Qingfeng Town has disciples of Wuyue Temple stationed here all year round.

About half an hour later, Yang Tian sat down in a teahouse across the street from the gate of Wuyueguan branch. While drinking tea and listening to the singing girls in the teahouse, he observed the Wuyueguan branch opposite.

Until late at night, all the singing girls in the teahouse had left, and the teahouse was about to close. At the gate of the Wuyue Temple branch opposite, no one entered or came out except for two monks standing guard.

"It seems that I can only go inside in person." Yang Tian left a piece of silver and left the teahouse and walked along the street to a remote place. He jumped over the two-foot-high wall and entered the Wuyue Temple branch. In the courtyard.

The Wuyue Temple branch covers an area of ​​more than 30 acres, with more than ten large courtyards and small courtyards. After walking around for a while, except for a large courtyard with a five-story attic that was shrouded in a forbidden light curtain, the other small courtyards were all without restrictions. Light curtain.

Looking at the five-story attic shrouded by the forbidden light curtain, Yang Tianneng could guess that it should be the residence of the foundation-building elder of Wuyue Temple who was stationed here.

He didn't come here just to find the foundation-building monks of Wuyue Temple. After staring for a moment, Yang Tian left the five-story attic and came to a relatively remote and independent courtyard.

In Yang Tian's mysterious perception, in one of the rooms in the small courtyard, a disciple of Wuyue Temple was practicing. From the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that were emitted during practice, it can be judged that his cultivation level is what it should be. It is the fifth level of Qi training.

"It's him."

Yang Tian took out eight palm-sized gray formation flags from his storage bag and threw them away. The eight palm-sized formation flags flew to the surrounding areas outside the room. Immediately, a vague and invisible wave was generated, and the eight palm-sized formation flags flew around. The small house was shrouded.

This is the lowest level ninth-level soundproofing array. The sound inside cannot be transmitted, and the sound from outside cannot be transmitted in. In one sentence, if you scream and scream, it will be in vain even if your throat is broken.

Of course, the level of this sound-proof formation is too low. Although it can block sound, it cannot block the exploration of the spiritual consciousness of monks above the foundation-building stage.

But, which monk in the foundation-building stage would have no time to spread his spiritual consciousness and check his surroundings?

"Creak!"

The door of the room was opened generously by Yang Tian. The middle-aged man sitting on the bed practicing inside was suddenly awakened. He looked at the stranger who walked in from the door and said loudly: "Who are you!"

Yang Tian walked slowly towards the bedside and said calmly: "Who I am is not important. What is important is my next question. The most important thing is that you answer truthfully."

"Seeking death!" The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the bed patted the storage bag on his waist, and a white light suddenly flashed and headed towards the neck of the stranger in front of him.

This white light is a first-grade flying sword with nine runes wrapped around it. It is a flying sword equipped by most monks in the Qi training stage. It can cut gold and jade with one move.

If there is no defense, even if a monk in the foundation building stage is beheaded, his skin will be instantly torn apart and his flesh will bleed profusely.

Facing this sudden sneak attack, Yang Tian looked as usual, his eyes as calm as the water in a deep pool. Chi You's physical training skills were quietly running, and the flying sword of the first grade was slashed on his neck, sending out a metal cross inscription. There was no sound, not even a white dot was left, and it was thrown away by the force of the shock.

This is the benefit of the physical training method. When the physical training method is running, the body can be made as hard as a magic weapon.

When running Chi You's body training technique, Yang Tian's body was as hard as a third-grade flying sword. How could it be hurt by the fifth-level Qi training monk on the bed using a first-grade magic weapon.

Of course, if this first-grade flying sword weapon is in the hands of a golden elixir monk, not only the hardness of the body is comparable to that of a third-grade flying sword, but even the hardness of a fourth-grade flying sword will be instantly killed on the spot.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man from Wuyue Temple sitting cross-legged on the bed is not a Golden elixir monk. After seeing that Yang Tianfei is no match for him, the middle-aged man on the bed suddenly slapped the quilt under him with both hands, and immediately jumped up and was about to Crash through the roof and run outside.

However, how could Yang Tian let the other party succeed? If he ran out of this room, he would definitely be killed by the foundation-building monks in the fifth-floor attic unless he returned to his zombie form.

The figure flashed and appeared directly in front of him at a speed several times faster than that of the middle-aged man. Yang Tian reached forward with one hand, directly grabbed the man's chest and threw it to the ground.

A sound of "touch!"

The middle-aged man came into close contact with the ground. The fall caused his internal organs to writhe in pain, and he almost fainted.

Yang Tian walked over, stepped on the middle-aged man's back, and said calmly: "If you want to survive, answer a few questions honestly. Where is the material hall on the main peak of your Five Mountains Temple? Where is the Treasure House Pavilion? How many foundation-building monks usually sit there?..."

Yang Tian asked seven or eight questions in a row. The middle-aged man told Yang Tian everything he knew under the condition that Yang Tian promised not to kill him.

After he finished speaking, Yang Tian did keep his promise and did not kill the middle-aged man. He just hit him on the head and severely damaged his soul. If there is no elixir of the fifth grade or above that can heal the soul, , I will never wake up again in this life.