Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Little Skull has no sign of waking up yet, and Zhang He has no intention of forcibly waking it up.

If his predictions are correct, the little skull is now advancing to the golden core stage, and if he is forced to wake it up, it will inevitably have a negative impact on the little skull.

Without Little Skull, he is not helpless against a stubborn zombie.

So far, one of the ancestors of the golden core period has died and one has been seriously injured under his hands.

Presumably, it should be easier for a stubborn and stubborn character like Yinjiashi.

Taking advantage of the time when the zombie group was still jumping into the pit, Zhang He sneaked forward to the place where Wei Peng and others dug the pit.

At this moment, except for He Xiaoyu and Fugui who were seriously injured and unconscious, all the Foundation Establishment cultivators under him were here.

The magic weapons that are usually used to kill powerful enemies are all turned into digging tools at this moment. When they are used by the emperor, the efficiency of digging holes is quite high.

Fat Tiger was injured and vomited blood before, and after taking a few healing pills, his complexion was still a little pale.

At this moment, he waved the big ring knife in his hand, and every time he slashed, a gully more than ten feet long and one or two feet deep would appear on the ground.

From the corner of his eyes, Fat Tiger seemed to see a head protruding from the ground, and subconsciously wanted to chop it with a knife.

The knife had only cut halfway, and he had already reacted, and hurriedly withdrew his strength. Zhang He was the only one who often liked to drill underground.

"Young master!"

"Young master is back!"

Ever since Zhang He stayed behind to contain the silver armored corpse, they didn't know Zhang He's safety, and they had always been concerned. At the same time, without Zhang He sitting in charge, everyone felt that they lacked a backbone.

Seeing Zhang He appearing now, everyone who was digging a hole felt refreshed.

"The hordes of zombies are still moving here. To make a long story short, let me assign a task."

As Zhang He spoke, he took out a map and spread it out in front of him.

"Wei Peng, quickly organize and arrange manpower, here, here... these places need to dig deep pits."

Zhang He marked some intersections on the map, all of which have only one road and are inconvenient to detour.

"In addition, in Yangmingshan, Caoshan, Yinshan, and Baitoushan... a cave was dug in these peaks, leading directly to the mountainside.

At the same time, you have to arrange for people to evacuate all the surrounding residents. "

Zhang He marked some mountain peaks on the map with red circles.

With the way the zombies are currently moving, by the time they reach these hills, there should be only the Polish Commander left.

After making these arrangements, he hurriedly left with his sword, flew back to Heishui Town, put all the gunpowder in the warehouse into the space, and then flew towards the zombies again.

It is still unclear which path the zombie will take. He can only follow the zombie first, and when the direction is determined, he will go to the front to bury the gunpowder.

When Zhang He had a huge amount of gunpowder in his arms and was thinking about how to kill the silver-armored corpse, he found a group of zombies who were trying to jump into the pit.

But when he saw the group of zombies again, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

When he left, the remaining zombies were less than 20,000, but now they have recovered to more than 40,000.

Just now I was still proud, although the zombies are powerful, they are not difficult to deal with, but in the blink of an eye, the zombies were resurrected with full blood.

In order to find out what was going on, Zhang He didn't harass the silver-armored corpse any more, but used the ground escape technique to quietly follow behind the zombie group.

The virtues of the zombie horde still haven't changed in any way,

Driven by the silver-armored corpse, they jumped into the pits they encountered along the way.

Zhang He witnessed the loss of more than 2,000 zombies this time.

Then the group of zombies continued to move forward, and lost two or three thousand by jumping into the pit along the way.

Until the group of zombies stopped in front of a canyon.

It was strange for Zhang Hezang to be underground. He had never seen any zombies stop even if he was facing mountains of swords and seas of fire.

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

At this moment, the silver-armored zombie let out a series of roars towards the canyon!

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

Then there was a series of roars coming from the canyon, and the roars in the canyon came one after another, in an endless stream.

Then Zhang He saw a large group of zombies coming out of the canyon, at least 10,000 in number.

Needless to say, the tens of thousands of extra zombies should have joined along the way.

Zhang He didn't expect that there were so many zombies hidden in his territory. Isn't this equivalent to sitting on a powder keg?

He didn't know how many zombies he could find along the way to join him. Anyway, his previous plan of using the trenches to kill all the ordinary zombies seemed to be unfeasible.

In fact, over the years, too many people have died everywhere.

Moreover, nobles from all over the world only know how to search for money, and they don't care about the living tenants, and they are even less interested in the corpses of dead tenants.

These corpses were all taken advantage of by demons, and were secretly bred into zombies. Now they are reaping their own fruits, and even kind-hearted people like Mr. Zhang have also suffered.

Zhang He followed all the way. Along the way, there were people who jumped into the pit, and there were also new ones.

When the zombie group walked for a day and a night, and was about to reach Baitou Mountain, the total number of zombies recovered to more than 50,000.

Zhang He was finally able to determine the direction of the zombie group.

He escaped into Baitou Mountain first, and found that his subordinates were reliable in their work. The cave was dug deep enough, and they had completely penetrated into the mountainside.

His spiritual sense swept over, and all the surrounding residents were dismissed, but when his spiritual sense swept to the top of a nearby mountain, he frowned slightly, and immediately flew to the top of the next mountain with his sword.

I saw Fat Tiger leading 100 black water soldiers, all covered in zombie feces, lying down in the bushes.

"What are you still doing here?"

"hey-hey!"

Fat Tiger was pulled out by Zhang He, laughed dryly, and scratched his head.

"Young master, don't we feel uneasy, so we just look here, and if necessary, we can also help."

Zhang He glanced at Fat Tiger's still pale face, "Has your injury healed?"

Fat Tiger thumped his chest so confidently that he almost vomited blood.

"A little bruise, it's already fine."

Zhang He still threw him a top-grade Shangqingmu elixir.

"Eat this elixir. It's dangerous for you to hide here. Go a little further down the mountain and hide behind that rock. If you don't hear any big movements, don't show up."

Zhang He didn't blame Fat Tiger any more, and placed them on this unnamed hill, and Yu Jian left.

Returning to the mountainside of Mt. Paektu again, the gunpowder and fuses were arranged with ease.

This time he prepared another 30,000 catties of gunpowder, the same amount as the first time he used it.

After arranging all this, he flew towards the zombie group again with his sword.

He had harassed the zombie group all the way before, and the silver-armored corpse had already engraved Zhang He in his heart, and now seeing Zhang He appearing again, how could he bear it.

Enduring such a wronged thing is definitely not done by zombies.