Drunk Immortal Gourd

If an ordinary monk had suffered such a serious injury, he would have lost his fighting ability long ago, but Master Netherworld could always persist. It can be seen that there is still a big difference between ghost cultivators and ordinary monks.

If an ordinary monk is physically injured and takes some healing medicine, he can recover in a few days at most. No matter how serious the injury is, it will not take a month. It is extremely troublesome to treat the injuries of the corpse puppet, otherwise the Netherworld Master would not let the previous wounds remain on his body.

I don’t know if it’s due to a flaw in the technique, or because the forceful use of soul to transform the corpse puppet is incomplete. The corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother is extremely uncomfortable to use, and now that it’s been injured like this, I don’t know how much it will cost me in the future. How much energy, thinking of this makes Master Netherworld's teeth hurt.

These are not the most urgent. The most urgent thing to solve at the moment is the immediate crisis. Master Netherworld was originally very confident, but after an hour, he finally determined that compared with these poor and crazy casual cultivators, he is really not that good. opponent.

Fight or flight? Is it a desperate fight, killing one is enough to kill two and earn one? Or do you want to keep the green hills and not worry about running out of firewood? Death is easy to say, but difficult to do. If he hadn't been afraid of death, he wouldn't have gone through all the hardships to escape to the Jiuzhou Continent. If he hadn't been afraid of death, he wouldn't have sacrificed the tattered corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother. Turned into a corpse puppet, lingering on.

But even if he escapes, where can he escape to? Now that what he has done has been exposed. In Jiuzhou Continent, he is like a rat crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats him. Where can he escape in his current state? I'm afraid that before I leave Yuling Mountain, the pursuers will be blocking me. If even people from the Immortal Sect come forward, I will really have no way to go to heaven or to the earth.

Thinking of this, the movements of Zhenren Youming's hands couldn't help but slow down. He was hit several times by the casual cultivators on the outside. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. He quickly took a few steps back, regained his energy, and covered his whole body with his hands.

Some casual cultivators seemed to see the advantage from just now, and shouted: "Everyone, please work harder, this Netherworld Master is at the end of his battle, and he is about to be rewarded for his meritorious service."

Yes, everyone has been besieging it for so long, isn't it just this opportunity that they have been waiting for? Now that victory was in front of them, the casual cultivators seemed to have been given a shot of blood, and their attacks became even more fierce. Even some monks who had been hiding behind and lazing around rejoined the besieging team.

Victory is in sight, and the casual cultivators in the Qi refining period also looked happy. Zizhu Weng said: "The failure of the Nether Master has been revealed, and it depends on us next."

Although Qingsongke was happy in his heart, he kept a calm expression on his face and reminded: "We can't be too happy. I see his eyes wandering. He is obviously thinking about his escape, and he has to prevent this guy from escaping. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a bamboo shootout?" All is lost?"

Jia Ting, who was next to him, said: "This is not a problem. All our qi-training monks spread out and formed a circle. This time, he will not be able to escape. But I have already said it, this time you are not allowed to bully us with the strength of numbers." These single monks.”

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Jia, there are only three of us, the Three Friends of Suihan. If we really have to rely on the large number of people, everyone will not agree." Master Miao said.

The situation now is different from the beginning. At that time, most of the Qi Refining monks were quietly hiding behind. They had not yet figured out the situation. They were cautious and did not come forward. Only the three friends of Suihan and Jia Ting were fighting. , so whoever grabs it may belong to whom.

Now that there are so many people contributing, there are more than 20 qi-refining monks alone, among them there are middle-stage qi-refining monks who are higher than Suihan Sanyou. How can they be allowed to do whatever they want?

In order to snatch the jade spirit marrow, the three friends of Suihan did what they did. After that, it caused a melee among the casual cultivators, activating the blood-trapping demon formation. They got nothing but said that they almost killed everyone. To kill him is to be a villain for nothing. Now that he heard Jia Ting mention it again, Zizhu Weng could only smile awkwardly and said, "Jia Taoist friend is just kidding."

The battle has reached this level, and there is no need to give orders. Everyone knows what to do next. The Qi Refining Stage monks scattered to the side, blocking all the escape routes for Master Netherworld. The remaining Pulse Opening Stage monks also scattered around. The real Netherworld people were surrounded in the middle.

At this time, Chi Mei Sou took out his small red plum drum and pushed hard towards the drum head, and then an invisible wave spread throughout the mine. The morale of the casual cultivators increased greatly when they heard it. When Master Netherworld heard it, his ears were ringing, his energy and blood were boiling, and his true energy was not flowing smoothly.

Taking this opportunity, Zizhuweng raised his hand, and the purple piccolo spun around in the air, and then flew towards Zhenren Zhenming. The speed was astonishing, much faster than those previous attacks, and the sharp sound of wind combined with the whistle of the piccolo was breathtaking.

Such an attack should not be underestimated. The Nether Master did not dare to neglect, and quickly calmed down, dispelling the mental discomfort, and then dodged sharply to avoid the attack of the purple piccolo.

Suihan's three friends were in a rage, and the other two took action, and Qingsongke was no exception. He had already calculated the direction in which Master Netherworld would avoid, and directly grabbed his pine harp and smashed it.

Because of the interference of the red plum snare drum, Master Netherworld was one step slower when avoiding the attack of Purple Piccolo. Now he was attacked by Songqin again. He had no time to dodge and could only use his own body to block Songqin.

There was only a muffled sound, and Qingsongke's pine harp hit Master Netherworld's back. The Songmuqin is a high-grade magic weapon with astonishing attack power, but the corpse of Master Netherworld cannot be underestimated, and its strength is comparable to the existence of the magic weapon. This time, they are evenly matched. Master Netherworld just shook a little and did not receive much damage. harm.

But the attack of Sui Han's three friends didn't stop there. At this time, there was another drum sound, and Master Netherworld's energy and blood surged, and his movements couldn't help but stagnate. The purple piccolo hovered in the air and hit him on the head. At the same time, the pine harp suddenly made a bang sound, and a string shot out from the harp, stabbing towards the eyes of the real Netherworld master.

The interference from the outside world and the flanking attack from both sides made Master Youming tired to deal with it. If the three friends of Suihan had taken action from the beginning, Master Youming would have been very energetic at that time, with sufficient energy and no restrictions on his movements. He would have easily been able to deal with the three friends of Suihan. After a series of attacks, he was already at the end of his strength and unable to cope with them, so he could only exchange injuries for injuries.

He tilted his head strangely to the side, as if someone had broken his neck, avoiding the attack of the string. At the same time, his body did not retreat but moved forward, grabbing Qingsong Ke next to him.