The zombie almost broke into the door and was slashed on the forehead by Yin Shengzhi's palm, and lightning flashed.

The zombie turned into ashes, and then you can see a brand new zombie statue suddenly appeared on a wall in this dilapidated room.

"So that's it. The combat effectiveness of these things doesn't seem to be very good!" Yin Shengzhi thought in his heart.

Almost as Yin Shengzhi thought of this, a group of zombies surrounded him and spewed out black poison gas at Yin Shengzhi.

Seeing that Yin Shengzhi was inseparable from him, a layer of lightning appeared beside him, blocking all the poisonous gases outside.

Then, while shaking hands, the lightning turned into a long sword, and a one-meter-long flame shot out from Yin Shengzhi's hand.

Wherever they passed, these zombies were killed like tofu being cut by a quick knife, without any resistance.

As each zombie was killed, a little light flashed and flew into the murals on the wall of the room.

In a blink of an eye, when Yin Shengzhi killed hundreds of zombies, the entire mural had been restored to its original state.

However, he heard a roar, and the zombie kings as huge as small hills rushed out and rushed towards Yin Shengzhi.

"Good come!" Yin Sheng's sword technique pointed at the half-meter-long Thunder Evil shot out and rushed towards a zombie king first.

The zombie suddenly opened her mouth and sprayed another ball of poisonous gas at Yin Shengzhi.

Unfortunately, Yin Shengzhi had been prepared for a long time and paddled across the ground, almost sliding past the zombie's belly.

The whole zombie screamed and fell to the ground. However, it was almost broken by Lei Sha from it.

Another zombie was still rushing forward. When she couldn't stop for a while, Yin Shengzhi had already appeared ghostly behind the zombie king, and Lei Sha pierced from behind.

The sword techniques and combat experience that have been tempered in countless battles have been fully demonstrated in this short period of time.

Almost in the middle of a meeting, the two zombie kings were killed, and Yin Shengzhi stood with his sword.

Suddenly, he was a little excited and put away the thunder evil in his hand.

But I remembered the sword god Zhu Sanlai!

Even if Yin Shengzhi was more arrogant, he still felt ashamed of his inferior swordsmanship when he thought of Zhu San's extraordinary swordsmanship.

The two zombie kings turned into statues and stood back in the corner of the wall.

Yin Shengzhi took a look, followed Connerevis's instructions and took out the seeds of divine power in his hand, as if he was holding out a golden sunlight and shining it out.

The room is filled with collapsed statues, peeling murals, covered with dust and spider webs.

However, under the illumination of this golden light, the dust spider webs disappeared immediately, the murals and statues were automatically restored, and everything became as smooth as new.

Yin Shengzhi sighed lightly: "The divine power is indeed powerful!"

But seeing that the seed of divine power seemed to have a faint darkening, Yin Shengzhi collected the oak seed with precious weight.

The whole room seemed untainted, Connery appeared quietly and said, "Congratulations on restoring a room in the Ghost Castle, but I want to remind you that there are tens of thousands of rooms like this...

At your speed, it may take decades to restore these ghost castles."

Yin Shengzhi disagreed and said lightly: "Is this the only way to practice the monk?"

"The master's practice is a mind maze. You already have it, and you can inherit this mind maze without creating it little by little. So what else can you have?" Connerevis said.

What this said makes sense! Yin Shengzhi sneered.

In this life, people are as simple as eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. They summarize everything.

It's definitely the most useless correct nonsense!

"Then you have to at least restore some of these ghosts and conduct combat training... Ancient mages are the most important of this kind of combat training!" Connerevis said.

Yin Shengzhi deeply agrees with this!

In his dream, he had experienced countless battles in his previous life, so he naturally believed in actual combat.

"Then let's go to the next room to continue. Why do I feel nothing..."

"These are just the most ordinary ghosts. Of course, it's not difficult for you who are about to become a quasi-magistrate!"

"Quest mage... It turns out that my current strength is not enough to become a real mage!" Yin Shengzhi said.

"Don't behave yourself when you get a cheaper one. Although your spiritual power is already very strong, you have reached the level of a quasi-magistrate. However, you are still far from understanding the knowledge of a wizard!

It takes about fifteen years to learn from a mage, mastering huge knowledge and training various skills. And you are still far from it!

The only thing worthy of praise is that your combat skills are very high! But this combat skills are of little help to you become a mage…”

Yin Shengzhi shrugged and had to admit that although Connerevis spoke sarcastically, sometimes he still seemed to make some sense when speaking.

"Then keep going!"

Soon, Yin Shengzhi came to another room, and a group of zombies rushed in.

"Damn it, damn it, why are they all zombies? Are there no other ghosts?"

"This is the weakest ghost. If it is strong, I'm afraid you can't beat it..." Connerevis smiled faintly, showing a very evil smile.

In his eyes, he could see the place where the zombies were shrouded in thick fog was just the outermost place.

It is deeper in this thick fog, and there is a battlefield that is extremely huge.

Two armies were fighting desperately on this battlefield, and at every moment, countless heroic ghost soldiers from both sides died in battle.

So much so that the entire battlefield was covered with a rich and indelible red mist.

Like two huge poisonous dragons, fighting in a tactful manner, ripples everywhere.

And further away, a black and red sensation, like a fog that cannot be melted in blood, was constantly coming even though it was so far away.

"It's true that he is a hero of a generation. He is a hero of a man and a hero of a ghost of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of a man of

But near, there is a huge city that seems to be shrouded in clouds.

"Miss Lock..."

.........

Yin Shengzhi returned to the Bloom Antiques Store the next day, when it was almost dark.

Walking back to the brightly lit shop from the dim street outside, Yin Shengzhi felt refreshed for no reason.
Chapter completed!