Drunk Immortal Gourd

The figure of the third-level living dead was blocked by the soul-gathering flag. He only paused for a moment before heading towards Qingyang again. Qingyang had exhausted all other methods and the only way was to hide in the Drunk Immortal Gourd. But that was the last resort. Once he hid in, and waited for the third-level living dead to recover from his injuries outside and return to his peak strength, he would have no chance to defeat him.

Will I be stuck in the Drunken Immortal Gourd forever and not be able to get out? In desperation, Qingyang had no choice but to shout at the soul-gathering flag: "Senior Ghost King, someone is about to die. Come out and save lives quickly."

Seeing that the third-level living dead were about to catch Qingyang, the soul-gathering flag on the ground flew directly from the ground and blocked Qingyang. The living dead couldn't catch up in time and grabbed the soul-gathering flag. The soul-gathering flag shook violently, knocking back the living dead's hand.

At the same time, the soul-gathering flag suddenly bloomed with black light, covering the body of the living dead. The injured parts of the third-level living dead seemed to have been corroded by something, and slowly turned black, and Black smoke was constantly blowing out.

The third-level living dead was frightened by the unexpected incident and no longer cared about capturing Qingyang. He quickly stepped back two or three feet to avoid the black light on the soul-gathering flag. The living dead responded in a timely manner. After leaving the light range, the blackened parts of the body gradually returned to their true colors.

After receiving this attack, the third-level living dead became much more cautious. They stood in the distance and stared at the soul-gathering flag in front of Qingyang, their eyes full of fear.

At this moment, a black mist suddenly emerged from the soul-gathering flag, and soon enveloped the surrounding area for two to three feet, and then a shadow floated out.

This shadow has a horn on its head and an old face. It is the one-horned ghost king who has been hiding in the soul-gathering flag. After not seeing each other for ten years, the One-Horned Ghost King has also undergone some changes. The originally illusory shadow has become much more solidified, and there is a hint of expression on his face. It seems that he is recovering well.

Seeing Qingyang, the one-horned ghost king stretched out and said: "Little friend, didn't you agree that you should not disturb me to rest and sleep if you have nothing to do? My soul has been damaged too much, so I can only sleep slowly." Also, I don’t know how long it will take for me to recover after being woken up by you once.”

Seeing the one-horned ghost king chattering to himself, Qingyang quickly said: "Senior Ghost King, now is not the time to talk about this. Someone is about to die. I am still waiting for your help."

Hearing Qingyang's words, the One-horned Ghost King also noticed the third-level living dead in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder, "Huh? What kind of monster is this? His cultivation level is not high, but his strength is comparable to that of a foundation-building monk. He has a human form but no intelligence. Could it be a new ghost technique?"

Before the One-Horned Ghost King could figure out the reason, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. His face suddenly changed and he said, "No, why has my cultivation regressed? My friend, what is going on? Is it you?" Are you harming me?”

After ten years of cultivation, the One-Horned Ghost King absorbed most of the souls of the monks in the Soul-Gathering Flag, and finally raised his cultivation level to the late stage of Qi refining. As a result, as soon as he emerged from the Soul-Gathering Flag, his cultivation started There is a strange regression, which will scare everyone.

However, the One-Horned Ghost King is a well-informed person after all. It didn't take long for him to see some clues from the changes in his own cultivation. Combined with the third-level living dead in front of him, he quickly made a rough judgment. , murmured to himself: "The change in cultivation seems to be caused by the formation restriction outside, which was suppressed by force. It seems that the level of this mountain protection formation is not low. If this is the case, the impact will not be big. , will slowly recover in the future, but his cultivation has been greatly suppressed, and it will be more difficult to deal with the monster in front of him. "

The one-horned ghost king was still thinking about countermeasures, but the third-level living dead in front of him couldn't wait any longer. He took this opportunity, stepped on his feet, and rushed over. The One-Horned Ghost King was immediately startled and said, "I'm going to go and I won't even give you time to prepare. What will I do?"

The One-Horned Ghost King was talking, and the movements of his hands were not delayed at all, and he did not know what kind of pinch he was making. Then there was a soft click, and the one-horned ghost on his head separated, and then it was like an arrow from the string. Likewise, it shot towards the heart of the third-level living dead.

Both of them were extremely fast. By the time Qingyang could see clearly what was going on, the ghost king's horn had already penetrated the third-level living dead's chest. The living dead had no time to stop the one-horned ghost king's method, and then the horn exploded instantly inside his abdomen.

The explosion was so powerful that it blew up the entire abdominal cavity. It was so dark inside that nothing could be seen clearly. At this time, the living dead could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a plop.

Qingyang stood back blankly and didn't speak for a long time. The third-level living dead that he and Wei Yufeng couldn't defeat despite all their efforts were just solved by the One-Horned Ghost King. Qingyang had already been mentally prepared. He knew that the One-horned Ghost King had a lot of knowledge and skills, so it shouldn't be too difficult to defeat these third-level living dead, but he never expected that it would be so easy.

This move is really powerful, and I don’t know if I can learn it. After a long time, Qingyang licked his face and said: "Senior Ghost King, you are really awesome, can you teach me this technique?"

After releasing his unicorn, the unicorn ghost king suddenly had a look of malaise on his face, and his figure seemed to become much darker. This move seemed to hurt his vitality.

After listening to Qingyang's words, the One-Horned Ghost King said angrily: "You kid, don't gloat about others' misfortune. This is my own unique skill as a ghost cultivator, and it is not something you ordinary monks can learn. I know that this move will consume a lot of energy." How much of my natal essence should I consume? At least the past ten years have been wasted. The ghost cultivator's natal essence is more important than the monk's natal essence and blood. I don't know when I will be able to return to my peak. state."

The One-Horned Ghost King sighed a few words, and then without waiting for Qingyang to speak, he added: "This time the consumption is too much, I need to go back to catch up on sleep immediately, and I will leave the matter here to you. It is easy to restore cultivation, but there is no strong life. The support of the soul is like a castle in the air, but it is too troublesome to replenish the soul. Remember, try not to disturb me if you have nothing to do. "

After saying that, the One-Horned Ghost King flashed his body and entered the Soul Gathering Flag. The surrounding black mist was also taken back, and then the Soul Gathering Flag fell to the ground with a clatter.

The One-Horned Ghost King disappeared just as quickly as he appeared, but he finally did him a favor and got rid of the third-level living dead in Na Ge, solving his biggest crisis at the moment. Qingyang shook his head, picked up the Soul Gathering Flag from the ground, and put it back into the Drunken Immortal Gourd.