"Just an Iron Corpse, do you have the ability to produce a Copper Corpse or a Golden Corpse?"
After he finished talking, Mo Hua suddenly realized something and discreetly asked Bai Zixi:
"Junior Sister, there are Copper Corpses and Golden Corpses, right..."
The Copper Corpse and Golden Corpse were something he had just blurted out.
He didn’t even know if they existed.
Mo Hua was worried he might have exposed his lack of knowledge and be looked down upon by Zhang Quan.
Bai Zixi nodded, "They exist."
Mo Hua relaxed.
Zhang Quan, upon hearing this, was greatly shocked.
This kid knew so much, he must be from a Great Clan, a Great Sect.
And from the way he spoke, were Copper Corpses and Golden Corpses nothing remarkable to him?
Zhang Quan had to know, the effort it had taken him to refine this half-step Iron Corpse, capable of matching a Foundation Building Cultivator, was enormous.
Until now, those who had seen this Iron Corpse all changed color in fear.
Not many cultivators who had seen this Iron Corpse lived to tell the tale.
Zhang Quan had not expected that not only was this kid not afraid, he actually looked down upon it.
Zhang Quan was taken aback.
Meanwhile, Bai Zisheng, with great enthusiasm, was already locked in a tight battle with the Iron Corpse.
This Iron Corpse was not yet fully refined, so it could only be considered a half-step Iron Corpse.
Its strength was a bit less than that of an average cultivator in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, but its flesh was as tough as iron, and in a real fight, it was slightly stronger than an average Foundation Building Cultivator.
At least stronger than Zhang Quan, who didn’t rely on drugs.
Bai Zisheng was somewhat at a disadvantage but fought more vigorously as the battle went on.
Previously, Aunt Xue kept close watch, strictly prohibiting him from taking any action, so Bai Zisheng, despite being capable, had no opportunity to show his true abilities, only able to spar with Mo Hua.
Now, after having traveled outside and engaged in several battles, Bai Zisheng’s Taoist skills had become increasingly refined, and his experience in fighting to the death was also growing.
But as the fight continued, Bai Zisheng was gradually becoming exhausted.
Because not only the Iron Corpse, but the other walking corpses as well, were desperately attacking him.
Even if the walking corpses were pierced by his spear or their limbs were cut off, they still disregarded everything, clinging onto Bai Zisheng.
Bai Zisheng couldn’t help mumbling:
"So annoying."
Just then, as Bai Zisheng dodged a strike from the Iron Corpse and impaled another walking corpse through the chest, his eyes lit up and he yelled:
"Mo Hua, the walking corpses have formation patterns on them!"
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, then his palms moved in a gesture, casting the Water Prison Technique to immobilize a walking corpse.
Bai Zixi’s Sword Qi swept through, shredding the clothes on the chest of the walking corpse.
The chest of the walking corpse was rotten, with patches of decay, but there were no traces of formation patterns.
Mo Hua said, "Junior Sister, peel off the skin!"
Bai Zixi nodded, her slender hand moving, and Sword Qi swirling, slicing open the skin of the walking corpse.
The flesh underneath the skin was stiffened, within which hidden blood patterns were visible, and the breath of a concealed formation rippled out.
Mo Hua paused, then his expression became shocked, followed by great joy, his eyes sparkling as he said to Bai Zisheng:
"Senior Brother, help me catch zombies!!"
The blood-colored formation carved upon this zombie was an Ultimate Formation!
And at the very least, it was an Ultimate Formation of the first rank with more than eleven patterns!
Catch zombies?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Quan at first was startled, then something dawned on him, and his face turned pale in horror.
This little devil, was he a Formation Master?!
Had he seen through it?!