Drunk Immortal Gourd

This Netherworld Master has gone to great lengths to set up a blood-trapping formation just to collect these souls, and then slowly refine them, so that he can use them to repair his damaged souls and improve his cultivation. So far, he has collected nearly Two hundred, all of them were monk souls who died in this mine.

With these things, he has a chance to make a comeback, so he has been reluctant to take them out. Now that his life is about to be lost, what is the use of keeping the chance? In desperation, he had no choice but to use his final means to save his life, and after refining these souls through some simple means, he released them all.

Many casual cultivators didn't know the methods of Zhenren Netherworld, nor did they know that the cold fluorescent energy was the spirit of the slain monks. They just felt that there was a sudden strong wind around them, but it did not have any impact on everyone, so Some monks were even more proud and shouted: "Haha, it's okay, this guy is really bluffing, everyone, come on!"

Is it really okay? Of course it's impossible. How could a dignified ghost monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage only have this means? Master Netherworld sneered, opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of blood mist, and then muttered a series of unknown spells.

The souls floating in the air suddenly dispersed and rushed to the ground with a scream. Before everyone could react, there was a creaking sound on the ground.

This situation was so weird that the casual cultivators couldn't help but look down and saw the corpses of the monks who had been dead for a long time, whether they were mummies that had been sucked into the blood trapping array before, or those who were later killed when they besieged the Netherworld Master. All the corpses with wet stains on their blood started to move.

The corpses lying on the ground suddenly pushed their arms to the ground, slowly raised their heads, and then stood up from the ground; those who fell on their backs also suddenly sat up with a strong force on their waists, and then He straightened up gropingly. In the blink of an eye, there were nearly two hundred humanoid monsters in the mine, not much less than the remaining monks.

Some of these people were intact, still holding the magic weapons they had used before, and staring at the surroundings; some of their bodies were beaten to pieces, but they were not affected at all, and they even held thighs torn from other corpses as weapons. ; Some bodies have no flesh and blood, just like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, but the thin arms are particularly sharp.

Although the people present are all monks, their cultivation level is low after all, and many of them have not gotten rid of the habits and psychology of ordinary people. Seeing such a strange scene that transcends ordinary people's cognition, you can imagine the fear in their hearts. And know. Most of the monks lost their fighting spirit in an instant, and the rest were anxious, not knowing whether they could cope with such a situation.

"Kill!" Master Netherworld shouted.

Then, the nearly two hundred humanoid monsters each roared and rushed towards the other monks around them, and another melee broke out in the entire mine.

This is the secret method that Master Netherworld kept secret. After being sacrificed and refined, the monks' souls had their original memories erased, and bloodthirsty and cruelty became their nature. Once activated, it will completely become a killing machine, killing all moving creatures around it. Even the Nether Master who uses this method cannot control it. He can only wait until they kill each other to the last one, and then maybe they will stop.

This kind of secret method is extremely difficult to cast, and it will cause great damage to the caster himself. However, at this time, Master Netherworld can no longer control so much. What he wants is to be happy, rather than being tortured to death by these low-level casual cultivators. Everyone deserves to die, no one can be spared.

This secret method also has the biggest drawback. Corpses on the ground can be temporarily activated, but their strength will be greatly reduced. After all, their souls have been processed and are no longer the original souls. They used to be at the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm. Cultivation level may only be used at 70% to 80%.

There were nearly two hundred humanoid monsters. Although there were many in number, their strength was not that great. After all, most of those who could be killed in the melee were those with weak strength. If the more than 200 monks present could unite, they could still win.

But for the same reason, the loose cultivators lacked trust among each other, and no one was willing to sacrifice for others in vain. Coupled with the influence of this strange atmosphere, most of the loose cultivators had little fighting spirit at the beginning, and almost collapsed at the first touch, unable to escape. Just run away, who cares about others?

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only a few dozen monks left in the mine who were still resisting. Less than half of the remaining monks were killed by the humanoid monsters, and more of them found opportunities to escape. These It’s not that people don’t want to leave, it’s that they are entangled and cannot escape.

At this time, who can care about the Jade Spirit Essence, and who can still care about the Foundation Establishment Monk’s net worth and rewards for his meritorious service? What's the use of those things if your life is gone? Before, everyone relied on the large number of people, thinking that sooner or later they would be able to grind each other to death, but now they realized that this idea was completely wrong.

Master Netherworld is really terrible. He can actually resurrect dead monks to help fight. It’s useless no matter how many people come. The fewer of his own people die, and the more of the other party’s subordinates die, the longer it drags on. It's dangerous. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave the matter to the big shots.

No one knows what those humanoid monsters are about, or whether there will really be more and more of them, let alone whether they will come out to hunt everyone after killing the monks who were surrounded. The unknown is the scariest thing, and this thing becomes more and more scary, so no one dares to stop on the road casually, wishing that they could grow wings on their backs and fly to Jade Spirit City as soon as possible.

In the mine, Master Netherworld was getting weaker and weaker, but looking at the fewer and fewer monks on the field, he couldn't help but show an expression of relief. Although the number of humanoid monsters that can fight is getting smaller and smaller, the remaining ones can't make any big waves, and they will be destroyed sooner or later.

As for those who escaped, he no longer has the energy to chase them. The most important thing now is to capture these people in front of him, collect their souls, go back and suppress their injuries, and then leave Yuling Mountain as soon as possible to avoid being known. The senior monks from Yuling City who came after the news blocked him.

As time went by, the number of monks who could stand became less and less. A dozen of them fought desperately to break through and escaped with their lives, but more were killed. There are only a few dozen humanoid monsters left, and they are still fighting tirelessly.

Master Netherworld did not wait to see the final outcome, because he knew that the remaining monks could not survive, and those humanoid monsters would kill each other after killing the monks, and even he, the spell caster, would not be able to survive. Will let go, so he must leave.