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Chapter two hundred and forty fourth dead door

"What kind of force is the Zombie Sect? How powerful is it? Why is the Zombie Sect targeting me?" In the conference hall, Zhou Yuantian sat in the first seat, Ling Fan and Ao Jun sat on both sides respectively. As soon as they sat down, Ling Fan couldn't wait to ask the three questions that had been bothering in his heart today.

He believed that with Dan Pavilion's intelligence capabilities, at least he should know something about the zombie.

"My friend, don't worry, even my Dan Pavilion knows very little about the zombie gate." Zhou Yuantian sighed slowly.

"What?! How is it possible?" Ling Fan said in surprise, "Based on your Dan Pavilion's connections and intelligence capabilities, you don't know anything about the Zombie Sect?" Before his butt could heat up, he jumped up. He couldn't believe that even the Dan Pavilion had no idea about the Zombie Sect!

"That's right." Zhou Yuantian sighed a little decadently, "Zombus is a very mysterious and very powerful force. With the Dan Pavilion's connections and intelligence capabilities, it is difficult to reach that level. Judging from the information we currently have, Zombus must be a force composed of zombies, and it is highly hierarchical and organized. Just like the family of monks, there are various clear divisions of labor. The cohesion of this force is very strong. If it continues to develop for another term, I am afraid that the dominance of monks in the mainland will be threatened."

Ling Fan muttered in his heart that saying something was the same as not saying it, without any substantial things. Of course, he definitely didn't dare to say these words. After all, Zhou Yuantian was his life-saving benefactor, so he still knew how to behave and would definitely not say what he shouldn't have said.

"Since that's the case, why did other powerful cultivators not kill the zombie? Haven't they discovered the zombie yet?" Ling Fan asked in confusion.

"Oh, you can't understand these things now. Even our Dan Pavilion has discovered them. Some other more powerful forces must have noticed them a long time ago. But this matter involves too much, and it's not something you can do just by saying that you can do it." Zhou Yuantian sighed.

"Since the Zombie Sect is so powerful, you saved me and left me in Dan Pavilion, aren't you afraid that Zombie Sect will cause trouble?"

"You guys can rest assured that Dan Pavilion is also a famous major force on the mainland. Even if the Zombie Sect is powerful, it has not yet reached the level of covering the sky with one hand. After all, the Zombie Sect is a zombie force, and Dan Pavilion is a major force of monks. Zombies and monks have long had unwritten regulations. Zombies cannot destroy the Great Dao Cultivation Force. If you dare to destroy the Great Dao Cultivation Force, you will definitely be attacked by monks. If he really dares to cause trouble for Dan Pavilion, then the Zombie Sect will face not only the Dan Pavilion, but also more powerful other powerful cultivating forces." Zhou Yuantian gave Ling Fan a reassuring look.

The path of human cultivation is not like a zombie. If you are bitten, you can never die and gain powerful power. Cultivators can grow up slowly with little effort, sweat and opportunities. A great power of cultivating Taoism has been gradually formed after years of accumulation. If a zombie can destroy the great power of cultivating Taoism at will, the blow for monks will undoubtedly be huge. Therefore, the many masters of the monks at that time set such rules with the bosses among the zombies.

Seeing that Zhou Yuantian was so relieved, Ling Fan finally felt relieved of his only worry. To be honest, he was really a little scared at first, because he brought destruction disaster to the Dan Pavilion because of his own reasons. If such a result is really caused, no matter from which perspective, his conscience will be uneasy.

"Since Brother Ao Jun was a member of the Zombie Sect before, I don't know how much I know about Zombie Sect?" At this time, Zhou Yuantian set his eyes on Ao Jun and asked.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan also woke up. Since he entered Dancheng, he has been focusing on the Dan Pavilion, and almost forgot that there was a "indigenous people" with a stern gate beside him. Now that he heard Zhou Yuantian's question, Ling Fan also focused his attention on Ao Jun.

Seeing that both of them were moving their eyes towards him, Ao Jun immediately pondered slightly. In fact, the main purpose of Zhou Yuantian's visit this time was to learn about the zombie from him. At this time, it was finally his turn to "go on the stage", and Ao Jun also began to organize language in his heart.

"How to say it? Although I am from the Zombie Sect, I am very embarrassed to say that my status in the Zombie Sect is not very high." Ao Jun sighed softly, Ling Fan and Zhou Yuantian stared at him with shock. Ao Jun's words were really beyond their expectations. With Ao Jun's strength, the status of the Zombie Sect is not high? Then what kind of strength is the highest status in the Zombie Sect? From this point of view, you can see how huge the Zombie Sect is.

"According to my understanding, the zombies in the zombies of the zombies are roughly divided into several levels. Generally speaking, starting from the fifth generation of true zombies, there are only rank titles in the zombies. Below the fifth generation of true zombies, other zombies are basically shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and there is no title that symbolizes identity."

Ao Jun paused and continued: "The fifth generation of true zombies are called Bingwei in the Zombie Sect, and Bingwei is also divided into several levels. However, zombies of this level do not pose much threat, so I won't go into details here."

"There are three levels above the military guards. From the low to the high east, they are the human messengers, the earth messengers, and the angels. My level in the zombie gate is the human messengers."

"Your ability is the messenger?" Ling Fan said in surprise, "Then what counts, isn't the messenger the third generation of real zombie? Isn't the angel the second generation of real zombie? Isn't it the angel above????" Ling Fan became less and less convinced the more he said. At the end of his words, his eyes almost swelled out and he was stunned! He felt like he was sucking in a cold air, and his whole body was as cold as ice cellar. If he counted like this, the strength of the zombie was really too terrifying.

"It's wrong. If this is true, you don't have to secretly make small moves with the power of the zombie. You can destroy all of you monks openly." Ao Jun smiled rarely and continued: "This kind of title that symbolizes identity is not just divided by strength, but also depends on the individual's contribution to the zombie. According to the degree of contribution and his own strength, the status can be divided in the end. Although I am relatively strong, I have made very little contribution to the zombie, so I have always been a human messenger. If my contribution to the zombie increases, I can still become a zombie. Of course, it is impossible to become an angel. If I want to become an angel, there are rigid requirements. The level must be three generations of true zombie, otherwise no matter how great the contribution is, it will be futile."

Ling Fan nodded with some relief. It would be too amazing if he really followed his algorithm. However, even so, after listening to Ao Jun's explanation, Ling Fan was still very shocked. The foundation of the zombie Sect was indeed not as strong as it was.

"Then how did this so-called contribution come about?" Ling Fan continued. (To be continued)
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