Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qing Songke did not expect that under such circumstances, Netherworld could still attack him. He was not prepared enough, and coupled with the difference in strength between the two sides, he was grabbed on the chest by the opponent's claw.

Fortunately, the attack of Zizhu Piccolo was approaching at this time, and Netherworld had to divide his energy to resist Zizhu Piccolo's attack. The attack power of this claw was insufficient, and it only tore the clothes on Qing Songke's chest, leaving five blood marks on his chest. The injury was not very serious.

Before, the Qi training monks had always held back, and when attacking, they mainly attacked the Kaimai realm monks. They were more defensive, so almost all the dead were Kaimai realm monks, and few Qi training monks were injured. Now that the real fight has begun, the casualties of Qi training monks are inevitable.

Netherworld injured Qing Songke, but was also hit by Zizhu Piccolo, which was equivalent to exchanging injuries. This had little impact on the casual cultivators of Yuling City. As long as they continued, there would always be a time to grind the opponent to death, but for Netherworld Zhenren, the situation became more and more critical.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more one cherishes life. In fact, Master Youming didn't want to do this. He had long thought of retreating. Now even the Qi-training cultivators began to fight desperately. If he didn't leave now, it would be too late.

But Master Youming wanted to escape, but the scattered cultivators of Yuling City disagreed. He rushed left and right, spent nearly half an hour, and thought of various ways, but was held back by the cultivators desperately.

At this time, Master Youming's condition was even more serious. The true qi in his body was almost exhausted. There was mist steaming on his head, he was panting in his nose, his eyes were blurred, and his head was splitting. This was a sign of mental exhaustion exceeding the load. From the inside to the outside, he was almost exhausted.

As for the injuries on his body, let alone, one arm was broken, and he was barely supported by the other arm. The wound on his abdomen was further enlarged, and the internal organs were almost blown to pieces. The two legs were also bloody and the muscles were exposed.

The corpse puppet was destroyed like this, and it almost lost its use value. Unfortunately, the soul-residence technique was no less harmful to the soul than the body-stealing technique. It would be difficult to sacrifice a corpse puppet again after this time. Even if they could escape alive this time, they would probably have to live in a dark corner for the rest of their lives.

The situation of the casual cultivators in Yuling City was not much better. In just half an hour of fighting, two Qi-refining cultivators died, five were injured, and more than a dozen other Kaimai realm cultivators died.

Including those who died in the melee and those killed by the Netherworld Realm before, the total number has exceeded more than 200. It can be said that the number of casual cultivators who came to Qianku Cave this time has reached half. For many years, Yuling City has never suffered such a big loss.

I am afraid that there is no second one in the entire Jiuzhou Continent who can persist after fighting to this extent. The Netherworld Realm is proud enough. But he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die so miserably, he still had many years of life, and there was still a long way to go for immortal cultivation waiting for him to explore...

Seeing that the Netherworld Master was about to die, the three friends of Sui Han smiled at each other, then Zizhu Weng wiped the blood off his face and sneered: "Netherworld Master, you are at the end of your rope, at this point, why don't you surrender?"

Chimei Sou scolded: "Humph, you are an evil cultivator from the outside world, and you dare to come to our Yuling City to make trouble. You are really overestimating yourself. You asked for death. You can only blame yourself for finding the wrong place."

"Hahahaha, this Netherworld Master set a trap and killed hundreds of casual cultivators in my Yuling City. It's really unforgivable. We have made such a great contribution, I'm afraid even the seven major immortal gates will be alarmed. This trip to Qianku Cave is really the right one." Jia Ting also said.

Yes, after so much effort and more than 200 casualties, they are finally going to capture the Netherworld Master. The Jade Spirit Marrow, the fortune of the foundation-building cultivators, and the rewards of Yuling City are right in front of them. Many cultivators have a smile on their faces.

The proud smiles of the casual cultivators are particularly dazzling in the eyes of the Netherworld Master. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let me surrender? Don't you think you are too happy too early?"

"You are still stubborn when you are about to die, Netherworld Master, no one can save you this time." Zizhu Weng said.

The face of the Netherworld Master changed, and he finally made up his mind and shouted: "You forced me to do this. If you want me to die, you can't have an easy life. Wait!" Seeing the face of the Netherworld Master, some monks had a bad premonition in their hearts and shouted: "No, he is going to use a killing move, stop him quickly." Some monks were not very afraid of this, and said disdainfully: "This Netherworld Master has been forced into this state. If he had a killing move, he would have used it long ago. Why did he drag it on until now? I think he is just bluffing to create an opportunity for himself to escape." So the field suddenly became a mess. The timid ones felt bad and quietly retreated behind the crowd; the brave ones attacked first, trying to stop the Netherworld Master from using his means. Others were not worried, but just prepared their own defenses and stood behind to watch the excitement; there were also some who were ready to fish in troubled waters, secretly rubbing their hands, waiting for the Netherworld Master to use his strength, so that they could rush up and snatch the treasures as soon as possible. As for Qingyang, he had already seen that the situation was not good. After all, this Netherworld Master was once a Foundation Establishment cultivator. How could he leave a last-ditch killing move for nothing? Those with higher cultivation might still have ways to deal with it, but with his own cultivation at the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm, it would be dangerous if he stayed here. It seemed that this Jade Spirit Marrow really had nothing to do with him. His life was more important, so he quietly retreated to the back.

While the Netherworld Master was speaking, he had already taken out a small black flag from his bosom, unfolded it with a shake of his hand, and then retreated to avoid the attacks of the scattered cultivators while reciting a series of unknown spells. As the spells were recited, the color of the small flag became darker and darker, and it also emitted a faint fluorescence, which looked extremely weird.

Suddenly, the black color exploded with a bang, and the whole mine cave was filled with a strong wind. Many cultivators couldn't help but tremble, and subconsciously wrapped themselves tightly. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, they shuttled from the scorching sun to the ice and snow.

The eyes could only see some faint fluorescence, but with a careful sense of the mind, it could be found that each fluorescence was carrying a group of cold energy, rushing out of the black flag, and then circling and dancing in the whole mine cave.

Some of the cultivators present could also recognize that these fluorescence were the cultivators' Yuanshen, but because the cultivators' levels were too low, they could only see a very faint fluorescence. These fluorescent lights appear after a cultivator has released the shackles of his soul and started practicing. If it happens to an ordinary person after death, it will just be a cold energy.