Zombie: Sorcery Automatically Maxes Out

　　Especially for monsters.

　　A body of strength is accumulated over time.

　　It is unlikely that the cultivation base will skyrocket in a short period of time.

　　"Well, my clone can only last for an hour..."

　　Lin Feng hugged Ah Li tightly and fell on the bed. .

Chapter 302

　　Pingshan, in Yizhuang.

　　An hour later, Lin Feng's figure suddenly dissipated, leaving only a paper figurine in Ah Li's arms.

　　"Master... I'm going home..."

　　Ali holds the paper man in his arms.

　　There was a look of determination in his eyes.

　　In this bottle mountain, she can only rely on time to slowly accumulate cultivation.

　　Although this kind of cultivation state is stable, it is impossible to catch up with Lin Feng's pace.

　　As far as she knew, she had two options to make her cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

　　First, that is a large amount of blood-devouring food.

　　However, this will lead to hostility from the monastic community and its peers.

　　Murderers are always killed.

　　Such existence, or pushes all the way to the top.

　　Or, being beaten and killed halfway, skinned and cramped.

　　Since ancient times, there have been very few horizontal pushers all the way, and most of them are skinned and cramped.

　　The second is the ancestral land of their Qingqiu 24 lineage.

　　Entering the ancestral land, activating the ancestral bloodline in the body, and enhancing one's potential, this can also make one's strength skyrocket.

　　However, the ancestral land is not so easy to enter.

　　Does not make a big contribution to the clan.

　　Or pay a big price.

　　It is impossible to enter the ancestral land and transform into the bloodline.

　　"If I can lead my clan, I must be able to help the master."

　　The depths of Ali's eyes were full of determination.

　　Before, she longed for freedom.

　　Otherwise, they would not sneak out of the clan.

　　And now, she longed for power.

　　So, had to choose to go back.

　　Things are so unpredictable.

　　……

　　On the edge of the provincial capital.

　　in the jungle.

　　Lin Feng sat on top of the dead leaves, motionless, like a rock.

　　Aside, the old zombie stood behind him, motionless.

　　The man was stiff and breathless.

　　In this dark jungle, it seems a little scary.

　　woohoo-

　　The night wind howls.

　　Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

　　His eyes are dull.

　　As if he had just fought for three days and three nights, exhausting his energy.

　　"Alas, this body is not a day..."

　　Lin Feng sighed.

　　Stand up.

　　He suddenly opened his mouth and took a breath.

　　woohoo-

　　in the jungle.

　　The wind howled.

　　Surrounded by the vitality of heaven and earth, Yuehua starlight swarmed in and fell into Lin Feng's mouth.

　　The power of the soul that was expended just because of the divine descent from the sky has been restored.

　　"I'll go first, you are free!"

　　Lin Feng moved at his feet and fell into the darkness.

　　The old zombie nodded, and his figure slowly dissipated in place.

　　"Quick, quick, just ahead."

　　"Just now the vitality is condensed here, and the stars are bright, maybe there is a strange treasure born."

　　……

　　One person is stiff and can't walk.

　　Several people arrived.

　　But he started to run out of the provincial capital to watch the excitement.

　　It turned out to be a few of the crowd who didn't see it.

　　However, they were destined to return disappointed.

　　Because there is nothing left here.

　　provincial capital.

　　West of the city.

　　A temple with prosperous incense - White Horse Temple.

　　This place is one of the three major sects in western Hunan, and Tianjing Temple is a resident in the provincial capital.

　　The front yard is the place to receive incense for believers.

　　The backyard is a retreat for the people of Tianjing Temple.

　　Yixiu brought Qingqing here a month ago.

　　After instructing Qingqing to wait for him, he disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

　　Qingqing, on the other hand, has always been in a side hall in the temple, with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha, practicing ascetic practices.

　　She has been practicing with Yixiu since childhood.

　　Now the cultivation base is in the middle stage of warlock.

　　Among the peers of the big faction, it belongs to the bottom of the existence.

　　However, this is not because she is less qualified than others.

　　It is the Buddhist practice, which always pays attention to a late bloomer.

　　That is, when laying the foundation in the early stage, the speed of cultivation is very slow.

　　When the foundation is solid, in the later stage, it will naturally make rapid progress, soaring into the sky.

　　Therefore, the younger generation of Buddhism basically has no masters.

　　And the older generation, but the strong come out in large numbers.

　　dong dong dong-

　　In the silent hall, only Qingqing was alone.

　　The sound of the wooden fish echoed in the hall, cold and lonely.

　　Qingqing is dressed in Tsing Yi, her eyes are closed, and she recites the Buddhist scriptures in her mouth.

　　However, her heart could not calm down.

　　In his mind, a figure appeared from time to time.

　　"Brother Feng..."

　　Dojo away.

　　Qingqing has never heard about Lin Feng again.

　　However, in her heart, the longing for Lin Feng did not fade away with the passage of time.

　　Instead, it became stronger.

　　The madness of the night before parting made her reminisce and obsessed...

　　Qingqing knew that in his life, he would never be able to go around that man again.

　　It's a pity that Master is not here, so I don't even have a channel to inquire about the news.