"Divine blood!" Zhao Xuanxin clenched his fists, his eyes filled with desire for power, and said: "The reason why our ancestors were able to create the treasure gathering pavilion was because they obtained a secret treasure.
To describe it, the most precious thing is that drop of divine blood. Only one-third of the divine blood created two little star-level venerables!"
"Really?" A strange light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. If that drop of divine blood was as powerful as Zhao Xuanxin said, it might really be able to help him break through to the second generation of zombies.
"So, where is that drop of divine blood?"
There was a trace of hesitation on Zhao Xuanxin's face, but he did not hide it, "Thirty-six years ago, a traitor appeared in Jubao Pavilion and stole two-thirds of the drops of divine blood. However, I was able to find the traitor."
"Since you can find them, why didn't you look for them before? Don't you have any thoughts about divine blood?"
"Because, even if the divine blood is found, it won't be my turn to use it. Therefore, I would rather let the divine blood flow outside!"
"Oh, tell me, where is the traitor who stole the divine blood?"
"I don't know the specifics, but I have a piece of information that can analyze their traces. The reason why that person betrayed the Jubao Pavilion was because the then Sword King Nangong Ming killed his wife. The man asked the pavilion to help him
He wanted to take revenge, but he was rejected because the opponent was Nangong Ming, the Sword King, one of the three kings. After that, the man planned for three years. Not only did he steal two-thirds of the drops of divine blood, but he also caused a stir in the Treasure Pavilion.
A catastrophe.”
"So, as long as we investigate why the Nangong family was destroyed, we will definitely be able to find out the whereabouts of that person!"
After listening to Zhao Xuanxin's explanation, Ye Feng showed a strange look on his face, coughed dryly, and said, "It seems that the Nangong family was destroyed by me."
"Ah?" Zhao Xuanxin's expression froze, and an incredible light flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that you are the descendant of that traitor?"
"roll!"
Staring at Zhao Xuanxin fiercely, Ye Feng suddenly chuckled and said: "I'll leave first. I'll leave these three spirit beads with you. I believe that with your methods, you can definitely get the wood spirit beads. Yes.
Well, the eminent monks from Shaolin Temple should be coming soon, please keep an eye out!"
After walking out of the Jubao Pavilion, Ye Feng's first thought was to contact Fatty Wang. He was certain that the traitor Zhao Xuanxin mentioned was Fatty Wang's father, Wang Hao.
After thinking about it, Ye Feng walked towards the space teleportation array.
If it is true as Zhao Xuanxin said, then the divine blood may really allow him to break through to the second generation zombies.
Once he becomes a second-generation zombie, what Shaolin Temple monk will Ye Feng be afraid of?
After all, he is now strong enough to compete with the Little Star Master. If he breaks through to the second generation Zombie King, his strength will definitely increase crazily, and he can even abuse the Little Star Master.
Half an hour later, Ye Feng appeared outside the Wang family manor on the outskirts of Lancheng.
What made him depressed was that Fatty Wang had sold the manor and his whereabouts were unknown.
"This is a bit embarrassing!"
Scratching the back of his head, Ye Feng had a look of helplessness on his face. With the abilities of the Wang family and his son, if they remained anonymous, no one would be able to find them.
After all, Jubao Pavilion is such a powerful force, and it took decades to find these two people.
"Yes!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, he took out his mobile phone, searched several websites, and posted a missing person notice.
Ye Feng believed that if Fatty Wang saw it, he would definitely contact him.
However, through this space teleportation, Ye Feng discovered another problem: he had no money.
Most of his funds were given to Da Vinci for research, and later he gave a sum of money to Zhuge Wolong.
The expenses on Huangquan Road are very high, and they don't have any fixed industry.
"I'm so annoyed!"
Shrugging, Ye Feng turned around and walked towards Lancheng. With his ability, if he went to rob, he would definitely be successful.
But the question is, does the dignified third-generation red-eyed Buddha Longzong need to rely on robbery for a living?
"I finally found you!"
Just as Ye Feng was wandering towards Lancheng, Mao Baye suddenly jumped out.
Staring at the surprised Ye Feng, Mao Baye said with a trace of anger on his face: "Sir, have you forgotten the deal between us?"
"Well!"
"How did you find this place?" There was a trace of confusion on Ye Feng's face. He was wearing a seductive suit when meeting Mao Baye. Logically speaking, Mao Baye could not know his true identity.
Mao Baye took a deep breath and didn't hide anything.
In fact, Ye Feng's identity is easy to find out. After all, Li Jiancheng and Kuang Tianyou are both zombies, and the one thing they have in common is that they once stayed in Lancheng. Furthermore, when he was at the famous club in Beijing, Ye Feng took out so many talismans at once.
With the treasures and talismans, as well as the tens of thousands of cultivators who had turned into zombies in the Earth Spirit Palace before, his identity could be determined with just a little contact.
"All right!"
Ye Feng didn't care much about Mao Baye guessing his identity.
"Sir, you promised me back then that you would turn me into a zombie within half a year!" Mao Baye's eyes were full of desire.
Ye Feng rolled his eyes and a strange thought arose in his mind.
In this world, there are many practitioners like Mao Baye who have broken blood and are approaching their longevity.
If Ye Feng is willing to turn them into intelligent zombies, I'm afraid they will all take refuge.
With the essence and blood bred by Ye Feng's current third-generation red-eyed Buddha dragon zombie, he can almost transform a most powerful person in the Yangshen realm into a fourth-generation zombie with intelligence.
Of course, based on his bloodline, the transformed creature cannot be an ordinary fourth-generation zombie.
Meeting Mao Baye's expectant gaze, Ye Feng grinned and said, "Is there a little star-level venerable in the Mao family?"
Mao Baye was slightly stunned. He didn't know why Ye Feng asked this. He thought about it and said, "I don't know very well either!"
"You don't know?"
Seeing Ye Feng's suspicious purple face, Mao Baye quickly explained, "I really don't know. Many of the most powerful people in the Yangshen realm of the Mao family are staying in the ancestral land. I don't know if there are any little star-level venerables there."
"All right!"
Ye Feng slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
"Every three months, I can give you a quota to become a zombie. However, the other person must have an extraordinary identity!"
Mao Baye's expression changed slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly guessed Ye Feng's plan.
If some powerful people in China become zombies, then Ye Feng will almost become the underground king of China.
Moreover, few people can refuse this deal. After all, everyone is afraid of death.
If you could become a zombie with intelligence, who would refuse?
"good!"
With almost no hesitation, Mao Baye nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I'll contact you later!"
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with light as he said: "Let's do this. I'll give you ten places first. You need to bring the other nine powerful people to Qingqiu Little Secret Realm within two days. Then I will
Will contact you!"
"OK!"
"Then I'll wait for you in the little secret realm of Qingqiu!"
After saying this, Ye Feng had a strange smile on his lips, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
"call!"
Watching Ye Feng leave, Mao Baye let out a long breath. He knew very well what he was doing, but he had no choice.
"As long as I can live!"
Gritting his teeth, Mao Baye had a determined look in his eyes. He slowly took out his mobile phone and called out a series of numbers.
Soon, the phone was connected, and an old voice rang out, "Brother Mao, it's rare for you to call me. We old guys haven't gotten together for a long time. Do you want me to organize it?"
"Lao Ma, how many years do you think you can live?"
"Brother Mao, what do you mean?"
"Answer me seriously!"
"Twenty or thirty years should be no problem. My body is pretty strong!"
"Do you want to live forever?"
"What? Brother Mao, are you kidding me?"
"If you want to live forever, go to Qingqiu Little Secret Realm and wait for me right away!"
"Brother Mao, please speak clearly!"
Unfortunately, Mao Baye had already hung up the phone and dialed another series of numbers.
The few people he contacted were all people who were on their last legs and had great backgrounds.
