Drunk Immortal Gourd

In addition to the four of them, Madam White Bone, Purple Cicada Demon King, and Fengling Demon King attacked in other three directions, killing the demon corpses surrounding them. The reason for doing this was to clear the battlefield and delay the attack. Surrounded by a large number of demon corpses, they lost room to move.

The strength of Madam White Bones, Purple Cicada Demon King and others are slightly worse than the previous ones, but only a little bit. After they exert their best skills, they can take away at least more than ten low-level demon corpses in one attack. , so that the surrounding demon corpses did not dare to surround him.

As for the seriously injured Master Qingshi and Zhenjun Zhumo, they have not yet recovered their ability to move and cannot help in this battle. They can only be temporarily protected by others.

Their lives were at stake, and no one dared to hide their secrets. They actually exploded with more powerful potential than before. The demonic corpses around them were unable to do anything to them for a while. They couldn't even shrink the encirclement. They could only attack in turns on the outside. Such attacks do not pose a great threat to Qingyang and others. Occasionally, someone will be slightly injured, but it does not have much impact on their strength.

Seeing that these low-level demon corpses were unable to make progress, the dwarf demons became impatient. Then Wu Zhenjun stepped forward and said, "Everyone, please stop resisting at this time. You have no chance of escape. I advise you to save your energy."

As Wu Zhenjun said, facing the situation in front of them, Thunder Feather Demon King and others have no chance to escape. These low-level demon corpses alone are not something they can defeat, and there are so many multi-dimensional infant demon corpses around? Not to mention the gnomes next to them, but they understand better that if they resist stubbornly, there may be a chance of survival, and surrendering will only lead to death. Do you really think that everyone is a three-year-old child? Thunder Feather Demon King rolled his eyes at Wu Zhenjun and didn't even bother to talk to him.

The ghost king in red couldn't hold back, looked at the other party and said angrily: "Wu Zhenjun, you dwarfs are really despicable and shameless. You just treat us as free labor, but you actually want our lives. You are really wishful thinking. If you have the ability, you can do it yourself." Take action and let me see what you are capable of."

Wu Zhenjun said coldly: "The situation in front of you is a dead end. For the sake of everyone's cooperation before, if you surrender voluntarily, I can make the decision and give you a happy life. But if you don't drink the wine as a penalty, then Don’t blame us for being rude.”

The current situation, no matter how bad it is, cannot be worse than the current situation. The ghost king in red said: "Then let us see what the rudeness of you dwarf people is."

Seeing that these people refused to accept their advice, Wu Zhenjun also became angry and said: "It seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. In that case, let you taste the real power of the Demon Control Flute."

After finishing speaking, Wu Zhenjun winked at Ruan Zhenjun. Ruan Zhenjun's aura changed and he played the demon-taming flute harder. The sound of the demon-taming flute became more urgent and exciting. A rapid whistling sound came from the low-level demon. The corpses became more and more restless, and those Nascent Soul Demonic Corpses rushed directly towards the Red Ghost King and others. At this time, Ruan Zhenjun's face turned red, beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and a trace of white mist appeared on the top of his head. It seemed that his spiritual thoughts and true energy were consumed too much.

Although the demon-controlling flute is powerful, it has its limits. Even if it is a heaven-defying treasure, controlling so many demon corpses at the same time still requires strong strength to activate it. With Ruan Zhenjun's strength at the sixth level of Nascent Soul, he can drive tens of thousands of low-level demons. The corpses are okay, and those high-level demon corpses are a bit reluctant. This is why Wu Zhenjun wanted the Red Ghost King and others to voluntarily admit defeat before. Now the Red Ghost King and others are unwilling to be fooled, relying solely on the low-level demon corpses to short If you can't defeat the opponent within the time limit, you can only use the Demon Control Flute to mobilize the high-level demon corpses to attack. However, this consumes too much energy, and Ruan Zhenjun can't bear it.

However, Ruan Zhenjun can still persevere. With tens of thousands of demon corpses plus those high-level demon corpses, it is not difficult to take down the Red Ghost King and others. As long as he persists for a little longer, he will wait until the Red Ghost King and others fall. If defeated, victory belongs to them, so Ruan Zhenjun and others are not in a hurry.

The red-clothed Ghost King and others were anxious. Seeing the high-level demonic corpses rushing over, they knew that they did not have much time left for them. These low-level demonic corpses alone were not something they could deal with. In addition, the high-level demonic corpses were also rushing over. There is only one way to die, especially those three late-stage Yuanying demon corpses. Once they are dragged down by them, everyone will no longer have a chance to escape. They must find a way to escape before then.

At this time, there was no need for anyone to give orders. Several people launched attacks in front at the same time. Madam White Bones, Purple Cicada Demon King and Fengling Demon King were no exception. At this time, it was important to escape, and how could they care about the injured demon corpses behind them? Master Qingshi and Zhenjun Zhumo were both forgotten.

Under their crazy attack, a large open space was cleared in front. Seeing that the Nascent Soul Demonic Corpse was about to press forward, the red-clothed Ghost King shouted: "The number of low-level demonic corpses left in the front is not too many. The seven of us join forces to attack again. Regardless of the effect of the attack, we will all rush out together. Whether we survive in the end depends on fate."

After finishing speaking, the red-clothed Ghost King's aura changed, and his body immediately began to stir up, and began to prepare a fatal blow. Others were not to be left behind, using powerful methods one after another, and after preparing, launched their own attacks forward. The strength of the Yuanying monks is already strong, and at the critical moment of escape, no one dares to be lazy. They all use their own special skills, almost mobilizing all the skills of the whole body. The power is even more powerful than the previous self-destruction of the Yuanying demon corpse. A few minutes later, a series of roars exploded in the ears, and the ground began to shake, and it did not stop for a long time.

However, their attack was still effective. This time the attack killed at least hundreds of low-level demon corpses, and a large area was cleared in front of them. Although there were still some demon corpses in front, they were no longer connected. For Nascent Soul cultivators like them, the threat is not great.

If you don't run away now, how long will it take? The red-clothed Ghost King and others were about to start, but at this moment, a white shadow was one step faster than everyone else, and quickly rushed towards the outside of the demon corpse group.

This white shadow is none other than the ghost monk Madam White Bones. It turns out that just when the ghost king in red called everyone for the last attack, Madam White Bones had a wrong idea. She just made an illusion of attack. In fact, But Shang was already prepared to escape in advance. When others launched the attack, she had already started to act, so she was one step ahead of others. Also, at this time, her own life was the most important, and she was one step ahead of others. There is just a glimmer of hope for escape. In front of the chance of survival, everything else is nothing.