Melody of Killing
However, now was not the time to be happy.
To Qin Jing, transmigration was a good thing, but the time and place of his descent was definitely not good.
In his hand, the knife that was filled with spiritual pressure instantly cut open the zombie's dirty body, cutting its neck into two. The feeling of cutting into the flesh was a little slow. Clearly, cutting open the zombie's body was not an easy task.
What a powerful defense!
Qin Jing had long known that decapitation was the only way to deal with zombies.
Even though this was reality, which was more realistic than the game, he had experienced all kinds of more interesting battles in the game of Death, so he didn't care about this bit of horror.
In front of him, his gaze turned to the zombie that had fallen to the ground because its head had been chopped off. Qin Jing looked at the zombie that was crawling out of the graveyard and walked forward.
This was the zombie that had grabbed his leg earlier. Because his arm had been cut off, he only had one hand left. At this moment, he used all his strength, but he could not climb out no matter how hard he tried.
"Let me send you off."
Qin Jing raised the knife in his hand and slashed across the zombie's neck. The black head flew several meters in the air and fell to the ground with a thud.
In the dead of night, it was quite loud.
There was not a single drop of blood. The withered body of the zombie no longer had any of these things. It saved him from being splashed with blood.
Frowning, Qin Jing raised his head and looked around.
The bright moonlight illuminated the surroundings. Looking around, there were graves everywhere. The entire place was like a small mountain depression. The earth wall was five to six meters high, and it surrounded a cemetery that was nearly a thousand meters wide. The only way out...
Qin Jing walked over.
In the end, he was blocked in front of the corner.
In front of him, the path leading to the outside had been firmly blocked. Countless large rocks had blocked the exit.
On the blocked stone, there was a yellow talisman paper with runes drawn on it. There was weak spiritual power inside. However, it was almost exhausted.
Obviously, someone had already discovered the zombie inside, so they suppressed it with magic power.
Qin Jing raised his left hand and pressed it on the stone wall. He closed his eyes and used his spiritual pressure to probe the stone wall.
One second, two seconds…
A few seconds later, Qin Jing frowned deeply.
It was really terrible!
The result of the investigation was that it was at least ten meters thick. If they wanted to move the place where the rock was blocked, it would take at least ten hours.
Clearly, he had been trapped for a short period of time.
Behind him, the sound of the soil rustling could be heard.
Gasps sounded in Qin Jing's ears.
Qin Jing turned his head and walked out from the corner. In front of him was a rather shocking scene.
Burial mounds broke open one after another, zombies crawled out of the soil one after another, and countless ferocious corpses roared and jumped in the middle of the night. It was an extremely shocking sight.
There were actually so many of them!
Looking at the heads with disheveled hair, even Qin Jing was shocked in an instant.
However, he quickly regained his senses. In terms of the scene, this was at most terrifying. He had seen too many things that were more shocking than this.
He, who was in charge of White Emperor City, had nearly ten thousand high-level Death Gods under him, and far more than a million ordinary Death Gods.
At this moment, the scene in front of him was only a little shocking because of the sudden appearance. It was far from being afraid.
However…
Qin Jing looked at the zombies surrounding him and frowned slightly.
Wasn't this number too much?
At this moment, he could not compare to when he was at the peak of his level. He was only level 1, and facing so many zombies alone, even if he held an incomplete purple divine artifact, it would not be easy.
There were only three slots left, and there wasn't even a bottle of Red Potion for healing. His equipment, other than the Sword Slayer that recognized him as its owner, had all been lost due to the incomplete system. Right now, he was basically a blank slate!
To give him such a big gift as soon as he transmigrated, it seemed that the heavens had extraordinary love for him!
However, he did not know if those equipment would appear again after the system was repaired.
He didn't think too much about it, nor did he have the time to think too much.
The long saber in his right hand was pointed diagonally at the ground. Qin Jing's eyes were dark as he looked at the zombie that was jumping towards him. His body, which was standing on the spot, stopped for a moment before he suddenly flew out.
There was still some distance between them. If they were surrounded, they would not even have the time to react.
His figure arrived in front of the zombie horde in a few seconds. At this moment, the distance between the zombies was far more than one meter. With his ability, even if he rushed into the zombie horde, there would be no harm.
The blade that was infused with spiritual pressure shimmered with white light under the moonlight. Although it was weak, it could not be underestimated.
The blade easily cut through the zombie's neck and split it in half. With the attack power of a normal Zanbaku that was close to Level-15, coupled with the spiritual pressure boost that naturally restrained filth, Chihonsaka's attack power was definitely not a little stronger. It was not difficult to deal with the zombie.
Qin Jing's figure disappeared into the zombie crowd in the blink of an eye. Under the moonlight, his white figure was flying.
The space was torn apart, the zombie horde was torn apart, and heads fell from the sky one after another. Accompanied by the muffled sound of corpses falling to the ground, Qin Jing's figure was like a sickle harvesting lives. Wherever he went, it would become a zone of destruction.
The spiritual pressure was rapidly consumed!
Not only did he have to attack, but he also had to dodge.
If it were any other ordinary Death God, they would have died within seconds in such an environment.
Under Level-10, no Death God could use Spirit Pressure because the Spirit Pressure was too weak at the moment. Only Qin Jing could use Spirit Pressure in battle at Level-1.
All of this was because of the talent of Dragon Slaying Sword-Spiritual Pressure Imbuing.
The Dragon Slaying Saber was one with Qin Jing. With such talent, Qin Jing was naturally able to control his own spiritual pressure.
However, with only 100 points of spiritual pressure, how long could he last?
In the blink of an eye, his Spirit Pressure had been depleted to less than 10 points. The initial infusion of 5 points, and each attack consumed 1 point. He had killed an unknown number of zombies. Even Qin Jing himself did not notice the depletion of Spirit Pressure.
He was already used to not carrying any blue bottles, and he would not pay attention to his spiritual pressure consumption.
As the leader of the four great noble families in the Death God World, Qin Jing had an innately shocking amount of spiritual pressure. The speed at which his spiritual pressure increased would far surpass that of an ordinary Death God in the later stages. It was also because of this that he was able to become the number one in the entire Celestial Region.
The powerful spiritual pressure caused the strength he displayed after releasing the Dragon Slaying Saber to become extremely terrifying!
Therefore, Qin Jing had long forgotten to conserve his spiritual pressure during the battle.
Clang!
When the sword cut through the zombie's neck, but it did not feel like it had entered the flesh, Qin Jing, who was still immersed in the melody of the slaughter, finally woke up.
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