The cave was pitch black, and there was a cold wind blew out from time to time, whirring in Yan Ning and Jiang Wujue's ears, making people feel chilled.

The two of them had seen strong winds and waves, and ghosts didn't even rush their eyes when they saw them. However, their fear of the unknown environment still made them feel energetic and walked inside carefully.

Because they were worried that the light would alarm Liu Zhankui in the cave, neither of them turned on the lights and made progress purely by relying on their senses. On this basis, they should try not to make sounds.

Jiang Wujue's Taoism is not as good as Yan Ning. He grabbed Yan Ning's shoulder with one hand and tentatively touched the wall of the cave with the other. When he entered the cave, there were still some weeds and soil on the walls of the cave, but after walking more than ten meters inside, the weeds and soil disappeared, and replaced by the cold rock wall.

"Strange, how sticky the rock wall is."

Jiang Wujue suddenly stopped and whispered.

After hearing this, Yan Ning reached out and touched it, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "It's better not to touch it randomly, these are all corpse oil."

"Damn, corpse oil?"

Although with their practice, corpse oil would not have any substantial impact on them, corpse oil was disgusting after all, and Jiang Wujue immediately did not dare to touch it too much.

The rock walls outside the cave were covered with a thick layer of corpse oil. You can imagine how many people died in the cave.

Most of the corpse energy that Yan Ning heard outside was corpse energy, but the resentment was only a little bit, which means that when Liu Zhankui refined the corpse, the souls of those innocent people were also dispersed. Otherwise, such a huge number of deaths would definitely leave countless lonely ghosts here.

As Yan Ning walked, he suddenly felt a little light appearing at the corner ahead. It looked like a fire. Under the light of the fire, several clumsy figures appeared on the greasy rock wall.

"Someone?" Jiang Wujue asked.

Yan Ning waved his hand: "It's not a human, it's a zombie. It should be a relatively low-level white ferocious zombie, just used as a guardian."

The levels of zombies are divided into white evil, red evil, purple armor, hair roar, blocking resentment, and drought. Most of them are purple armor zombies with certain intelligence, while the IQ of white evil zombies is just like dogs raised outside, and can only be used to see the door.

The two of them moved up against the rock wall. Sure enough, they saw three white ferocious zombies around the corner. The three zombies had just died shortly after they looked like they were wearing modern clothes. One of them had a mobile phone hanging around their waists, but this poor guy no longer knew how to use it.

Yan Ning didn't take them seriously at all. As soon as the golden needle came out, he fixed the zombies in place. Yan Ning walked forward and used the Sumeru Ring to suck the zombies' essence and blood in their bodies.

The zombie essence and blood of the purple-armored zombie are still quite small for Yan Ning, and there are almost no white ferocious zombies. The zombie essence and blood of the three white ferocious zombies are not even one percent higher than that of a purple-armored zombie, which disappoints Yan Ning a little.

A good treasure like Sumeru Ring is the key to Yan Ning's physical fitness. Although he will not go to the wrong way to refine corpses and absorb them by himself, but now he encounters it, he will naturally not let it go.

If you have money but don’t make money, you are a bastard, if you have zombies but don’t suck, you are a fighter among bastards!

Just as Yan Ning was sanitizing the battlefield, a few footsteps came from the depths of the cave. When Yan Ning saw it, he was immediately happy. It turned out to be three red zombies!

Without even giving them a chance to scream, Yan Ning easily subdued them.

Jiang Wujue enviously said: "Brother Yan Ning, what kind of martial arts have you practiced? Is it the nemesis of the zombie?"

Yan Ning smiled and did not answer.

The two continued to go inside, and there were more and more zombies along the way, and their levels were getting higher and higher, but they all had one end, that was, they were not even able to make a scream, and they were dealt with by Yan Ning.

Along the way, Yan Ning did not calculate how many zombies he had collected, but roughly estimated that there were 800 numbers, including Bai Yao and Hong Yao zombies, and the largest number were purple armored zombies. At the end, he also dealt with two Maoro zombies who had just advanced!

Perhaps because these zombies are controlled by Liu Zhankui, their intelligence is not high, which makes Yan Ning succeed so easily.

Jiang Wujue sweated coldly, and Yan Ning became happier the more he killed. Unexpectedly, the harvest of this trip was much richer than when he was in Huangsha Ancient City. With such a huge amount of zombie essence and blood, I don’t know if he could bring his body to another level.

Just as Yan Ning was killing her, a voice suddenly rang out in the cave: "How long will it take?"

Yan Ning's movements became stiff. He looked up and found that they had arrived at the end of the cave. There was a faint stone door here. Judging from the light, it was the brightest inside.

"Are we going to their base camp?" Jiang Wujue asked.

"It seems yes."

Yan Ning recognized the voice just now. If he remembered correctly, it should be the voice of the zombie Wugaocheng.

The matter of the Holy Lord slowly emerged in Yan Ning's mind.

The power of the Holy Lord did not seem to exist in this world at first, but suddenly rose within half a year. Faced with the Changsheng Sect, Wu Gaocheng claimed to be the first-class cult under the leadership of the Saint Lord, and the Changsheng Sect is at most a second-rate.

The zombies are not high city, and the corpse-driver Liu Zhankui are all subordinates of the Holy Lord. This Holy Lord also kidnapped Wang Tianci's grandfather, Old Man Weng, and sent someone to chase Wang Tianci...

"Strange, this kid is born with a rebellious bone. Unexpectedly, the old man Zhou Changqing caught a good treasure for me!" Liu Zhankui's voice came, "It's a pity that this golden corpse is about to be completed, otherwise I really want to give up this guy and treat this kid as my original body..."

At this time, a woman's voice sounded in the cave: "Stop talking nonsense. The Holy Lord needs your golden zombie. The water zombie was taken away by the back water. The Holy Lord is already dissatisfied with you."

It's too crazier to say that it's a woman's voice.

Yan Ning and Jiang Wujue looked at each other, walked forward quietly, and looked inside through the crack in the door. They saw that there were white candles lit around a stone altar. On the stone platform was a strong man with exposed body, Liu Zhankui, Wugaocheng with a golden mask, and a masked fat aunt were all surrounded by the altar.

Xiu Jiayun was in a coma at this time and was hung in the air by a rope. Liu Zhankui was fiddling with something.
Chapter completed!