…

The southern part of Youhuo Gate is dominated by sea areas.

Islands are few and scattered.

Chen Ping flew cautiously high in the sky.

It’s been half a day since we set off again.

He gradually went deeper into the Nether Fire Gate sea area.

The current situation is unknown, but he still maintains the skill of disguise.

The result of this investigation made him feel extremely gloomy.

The sky, the earth, including the shallow sea, are all deeply affected by the evil spirit!

Not to mention the living human race, there are only a handful of fish, shrimps and ordinary spiritual grasses in abundance.

A super large zombie clan barrier!

This was Chen Ping's first impression.

Among the hundreds of races in the world, the Yin Ling and the Zombie Race are the most notorious races.

Even a tide of beasts cannot destroy other living things in every possible way.

However, high-level evil spirits and corpse qi have such terrifying lethality.

Without magical intervention, the environment polluted by corpse gas will never be restored to its original appearance of vitality for tens of millions of years.

"Hey, at least tens of millions of human beings perished."

After traveling thousands of miles, Chen Ping faced the empty islands, and a trace of anger mixed with thunder surged into his heart.

The thinking of human beings is changeable, and rationality and sensibility often switch.

In the past, countless members of his own race had died at his hands.

But no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless he is, how can he sit back and watch calmly as dozens of innocent members of his clan die innocently?

This is one of the main reasons why he always wants to escape from the clan war.

He knew clearly that if he saw ordinary tribesmen suffering from monstrous disasters with his own eyes, his cold heart would definitely be shaken.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Chen Ping thought about the formula in his hand.

The four flames scattered and escaped.

Among them, the spiritual flame flying to the east shrank suddenly and was crushed into a walnut shape by a gloomy force.

"Is the lair over there?"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ping flashed his light and flew quickly towards the eastern sky.

…

Luancheng Island was originally a third-level island controlled by the Luan family.

The Luan family's background is not small.

His first generation ancestor was once a true disciple of Youhuo Sect.

I don’t know what happened, but Patriarch Luan left the sect before his death and went to the south to start a family.

In the past thousand years, the Luan family has produced talents in large numbers and has been on the rise.

Each generation has more than one Yuandan monk to suppress it, and they also occupy tens of thousands of miles of sea area.

It can be said that the southern region of Youhuomen is the world of the Luan family.

Recalling the information he had learned before, Chen Ping, who merged with the breeze, revealed his figure.

At your feet is Luancheng Island.

Obviously, this place has been lost.

The rich evil spirit almost turned into substance, spreading its teeth and claws, swallowing every space on the island.

The island is densely packed with rows of wandering ghosts.

These ghosts have no mouth or eyes, are only half a child tall, and appear as black as the water in a dry well.

The strange thing is that their bodies don't seem to condense into entities.

They intersect and pass directly through each other like air currents.

The Yin Spirit Clan is the source of disaster in the abyss and is also the initial state of the Zombie Clan.

This race is a natural race.

However, due to the imperfect body rules, the individual strength of the Yinling clan is very low.

The Yinling tribe in the early stage of the first level could not even get close to a burly man with strong blood in the mortal world.

However, as the realm continues to improve and the physical body gradually manifests, the Yinling clan's magical powers will gradually increase a lot.

Just like the fifth-level Yin spirit in the abyss, ordinary human beings at the half-step Nascent Soul level can only wait for death.

Hidden in the crown of a spiritual tree, Chen Ping's spiritual thoughts were like gentle spring water, spreading out layer by layer.

Almost instantly, the entire island with a radius of hundreds of miles was clearly visible.

Currently, there are thirty thousand first-order Yin spirits entrenched in Luancheng Island.

There are almost a thousand second-level Yin spirits whose bodies are close to liquid.

There are about forty fully formed third-order Yin spirits.

As for the fourth-order Yin spirit, he has not discovered it yet.

Because there is an area in the center of the city where Yin evil energy and corpse energy are mixed.

This army of Yin spirits is obviously led by one or even several zombies.

He came here alone, so it was not suitable for him to carelessly penetrate with his spiritual consciousness, so as not to offend the enemy.

"call"

"call"

When the Yin spirit moves, it is like a hurricane blowing violently.

The disgusting evil water began to drip from all places passing through.

Some ghosts even wandered into the sea, swallowing fish, shrimp and seaweed.

There are usually two main ways for the Yinling clan to advance.

One group of people devours each other, the strong become stronger, and the weak become nutrients.

Second, seize the vitality of other races.

This is also the key reason why Yin spirits bring trouble to the cultivation world.

With the breath holding technique added to his body, Chen Ping got into the ground and galloped towards the center of the city.

…

After about half a stick of incense.

Chen Ping appeared in a palace building.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, this must have been a conference hall for some large force.

He moved his body, and a hint of silver faintly flowed on his skin.

At this moment, Chen Ping's expression had become extremely cautious.

Be careful.

For miles around, there is all the power of coldness!

The five elements spiritual energy and other substances in the air were squeezed out.

Fighting against the corpse energy that constantly invaded his body, Chen Ping roughly judged the cultivation level of the commander of this Yin spirit army.

The zombie clan in the fourth level of Dzogchen realm!

Could it be the dragon corpse that is as famous as the sparrow corpse?

A stern look flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, and while he silently recited the formula, his pupil technique operated to its maximum extent.

Penetrating through the corpse aura that filled the sky, the field of vision broadened.

"This is?"

Frowning his eyebrows, Chen Ping was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw a gloomy black and white coffin placed on a spacious main street dozens of miles away.

The coffin was four to five feet long vertically, and blood was hanging from its surface, condensing into the shape of ice strips.

What's even more shocking is that the coffin is surrounded by corpses of various creatures.
To be continued...