Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 49 Assimilated disciples, zombie dragons and tigers?
Zhang He's life passed through his fingers like sand.

As everyone can see with the naked eye, he becomes more and more dissipated, and the next second waiting for him is only death.

But the next moment.

Zhang Yi suddenly spoke and bit his neck with a bloody mouth.

This sudden scene made everyone around him stunned and stared at him blankly.

There was the sound of blood flowing across teeth in my ears, and there were red traces of blood dripping on the ground before my eyes.

Zhang He's eyes widened, his hands and legs suddenly straightened, his eyes full of horror.

Just let the corpse king bite his neck.

Everyone in Longhu Mountain saw this and subconsciously wanted to stop them, but Zhang Long stretched out his hand to stop everyone and licked his lips.

Zhang He is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, but he is also my child
Rather than letting him become a zombie, Zhang Long is more afraid of his death. He is still young and he should not die so early.

The ancestor is trying to save him!

"Master, senior brother, he...he..."

Zhang Long said nothing with a gloomy face.

Everyone stopped talking, knowing in their hearts that the ancestor was saving him.

Zhang Yi bit Zhang He on the neck, but did not suck the other man's blood. Instead, he injected his own corpse poison and his own essence and blood into his body.

Only in this way can we have a chance to save him.

The billowing blood and the blood of Zhang Yi's corpse were mutually exclusive, and billows of blood flowed out from the wound and dripped all over the ground.

The fierce ghosts around him kept smacking their tongues as they watched.

This Taoist priest's essence and blood are a treasure of heaven and earth to them, and his cultivation level has skyrocketed.

But he didn't dare to step forward, let alone this group of Taoist priests, not even the Corpse King would tolerate it.

"Come alive! You kid can't die!" Zhang Yi kept injecting his own essence and blood, praying silently in his heart.

The zombies assimilated by Zhang Yi are different from ordinary zombies. Once assimilated, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary white zombies.

And it will also improve as Zhang Yi's strength improves.

Preserve your spiritual wisdom during your lifetime.

As time passed bit by bit, Zhang Yi slowly stood up and looked down at him without saying a word.

The latter was twitching and twisting on the ground.

The Taoist blood and corpse blood around him were mutually exclusive, causing him severe pain.

His hands were clutching the weeds on the ground, and blood was oozing from his gums.

The painful appearance made Zhang Long and others very heartbroken, but they could not help him at this time.

After a while.

Zhang He stopped struggling and just lay on the ground quietly, lifeless and motionless.

"Did you fail? The corpse king's blood didn't merge with him?"

"The Corpse King is now a demon, and ordinary people cannot bear his corpse poison."

"It seems that assimilation has failed and there is no movement anymore."

Everyone was talking, but Zhang He didn't move and lay there silently.

The eyes of Zhang Long and others were full of regret and grief. The latter even licked his lips and stretched out his trembling right hand to touch.

Suddenly.

Before his right hand could touch Zhang He, a violent beating of his heart suddenly came from in front of him.

The sound was as shocking as a giant drum.

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up: "Success! It's not in vain that I spent so much energy and blood to assimilate him. Zhang He's strength after assimilation will probably be several times stronger than before he was alive!"

This essence and blood assimilation is different from the previous ones. This is the first time Zhang Yi has used it, and it consumes a lot of money in his body. However, once successful, the opponent's strength will increase by leaps and bounds, and his cultivation will increase even faster in the future.

Just as Zhang Long's right hand was frozen in the air, Zhang He, who was lifeless in front of him, suddenly turned around.

His face was pale and colorless, and his round pupils had turned into vertical pupils like those of a hunter. He grabbed Zhang Long with one hand, and then subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and bite him.

Zhang Long just looked at him blankly without moving or even resisting.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi reacted quickly, holding him with one hand and throwing him to the side, throwing him next to a corpse in the Kirigakure Gate.

Immediately, Zhang He bit the opponent's throat like a wild beast, and a large amount of blood was swallowed into his throat.

At this time, he was a living, bloodthirsty beast.

The face was green and had fangs, the nails on both hands were black, the whole face was covered in blood, and the tongue was licking it.

Zhang Long and others who saw it in the distance felt their scalps go numb, and they froze in silence for a while.

"This senior brother is still our senior brother?"

"Senior brother, have you become a zombie like our ancestor?"

"Senior Brother Zhang"

Zhang Long clenched his fists, with complex emotions in his eyes: "Xiaohe."

Once upon a time, Zhang He was highly regarded by him, and like Zhang Zhiwei, he had the chance to become an elite disciple of Taoist Master Yixuan.

But now, one is crippled and needs a lot of time to recover, and the other has been reduced to this.

A wave of despair enveloped him.

Zhang Yi put his hands behind his back and seemed to feel Zhang Long's thoughts. The corner of his mouth opened slightly: "I'm sorry, this is the only way to keep him alive."

Zhang Long shook his head and looked a little decadent: "Ancestor does not need to apologize to die for you. It is what every Taoist disciple should do. I feel honored for him, but it is just a pity."

Zhang Yi naturally understood what he meant.

He simply said: "It doesn't matter. He thirsts for blood when he is assimilated for the first time. When he comes back to his senses, his intelligence will be restored. At that time, apart from his identity, he will still be your disciple Zhang He, and he will still be Zhang He, a disciple of the Four Mysteries of Longhu Mountain." crane!"

is it?

At that time, was he still the same person who once said with a smile that he wanted to be like the ancestor who killed demons?
Now, he was squatting on the ground, constantly sucking blood, and his robes were stained with blood.

Everyone looked at him quietly.

Even Zhang Zhiwei was supporting his body at this time, with complicated eyes: "Senior brother."

After more than ten breaths, Zhang He stopped what he was doing.

He stared blankly at the corpse in front of him that he had sucked clean, then looked at his hands and touched his fangs.

He turned around and looked at his ancestor looking at his master.

With a look of disbelief on his face: "Master, Master"

Zhang Long's eyes were full of sorrow, this was his most proud disciple!

He doesn't hate Zhang Yi, he doesn't hate the way of heaven, he only hates his own carelessness. He should have mastered the Tianxuan realm by himself!

Zhang Yi stepped forward, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then helped him up.

He slowly said: "Ancestor apologizes to you for assimilating you without your consent."

Zhang He found it difficult to accept it for a while. He could accept the zombie ancestor, but he couldn't accept himself becoming a zombie!
"I don't want to. I don't want to be a zombie. I am a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who slays demons. I am not a zombie!"

Kneeling on the ground, holding his head, he firmly broke his fangs with his hands, trying to break them off, as if he could return to his previous appearance.

Seeing him like this, everyone felt very sad.

But for a moment, I didn't know how to comfort him.

Zhang Yi patted his shoulder and said calmly: "This is just your body. You can live the way you wanted before."

"Remember, doing good is like sailing against the current, and doing evil is like the sun going down the river. The way in your heart will never change."

(End of this chapter)