Turning danger into fortune: My adventures are a little bit weird

"Has it reached the point of risking your soul?"

The old beggar was stunned when he heard Xu Qingshui's words.

Similarly, even though Xu Qingshui's words were not loud, they still fell into the ears of these strong men.

All of them had a flash in their eyes, and their pupils trembled slightly.

They wanted to sense it carefully, but the power fluctuations emitted by Ye Yun were too strong and chaotic, almost blocking their perception.

"Burning the soul? It seems that he has also seen that the end of his death will still be to become the opponent's puppet"

"It's useless, this will only delay the time of his defeat, and the ending is already determined"

"This is probably his last resort"

In the eyes of everyone, Xu Qingshui stood up again as if he had a last burst of light.

There was even a blush on his face, and it seemed that his blood was boiling again.

But everyone knew that this could only be Xu Qingshui's dying struggle.

The undead had already swarmed out of the old man's summoning array.

These undead spirits did not attack Xu Qingshui, but stood there in a daze.

His eyes condensed and he looked at Xu Qingshui.

"Heh, what if the soul is burned? How long can you hold on in this state?"

The old man was a little angry. In his opinion, Xu Qingshui had reached the limit of the limit.

From the very beginning, the opponent felt that he had reached the limit long ago. It seemed that he only needed to exert a little force and the opponent would fall immediately.

But now, the opponent has been on the verge of collapse, but he just couldn't take him down in one fell swoop.

But now, does he still have room to retreat?

He has summoned too many undead spirits and fell into a sunk cost.

If he stops now, if the opponent controls these undead spirits and runs away, he will definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

And... he promised to revive them again.

The old man took a deep breath.

Looking at the undead spirits that had already appeared in the field, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

These powerful dead spirits were all his former companions, but facing such a crisis-ridden world, they died one after another.

But he was unwilling to watch his companions who were clearly alive in the past leave him like that.

And he was originally a powerful warrior, and then in order to bring these companions back to life, he practiced the art of the dead and made himself a necromancer.

Even if this path was despised by everyone, and even made people become freaks in people's eyes, and they were terrified when talking about it.

But he didn't care, he always felt that he was moving towards the goal in his heart.

He firmly believed that his path was correct.

Now, he is infinitely close to this goal.

As long as... As long as he gets rid of Xu Qingshui in front of him, and then in the battle of killing gods, he seizes the godhood of that god.

He will definitely be able to revive his companions who have become dead spirits.

He looked at Xu Qingshui indifferently, and his belief in his heart became more firm.

"Everything you have will end"

The old man spoke with an indifferent expression.

Waving the staff in his hand.

"I've brought this last straw that will break your back."

After he finished speaking, he saw countless black summoning arrays appearing all over the place.

One by one, figures were struggling to climb out of the summoning array.

Xu Qingshui's eyes condensed as he looked at the little old man who was summoning.

Now... that should be all the other party has, right?

Looking at the overwhelming undead, Xu Qingshui was thinking whether the other party still had any stock.

[Triggering adventure: The other party summoned a large number of undead again]

[Adventure A: In order to drain all the undead of the other party, you decided to wait a little longer and pretended to have reached the limit, but you didn't know that this was all the other party had. Your gritted teeth and persistence made him see the hope of victory. In the end, he was unwilling to give up his undead and chose to fight you with his flesh body. You were seriously injured]

[Adventure B: The other party has summoned so many powerful undead. You guessed that this was all the other party had. You simply stopped hiding and directly let the undead attack this little old man. You successfully and completely controlled his undead]

Xu Qingshui listened to the prompts of the adventure.

A little stunned.

Now, it is time for the situation to turn around.

However, the other party found that the undead was out of control, but did not choose to escape, but fought with him?

Life is the most important.

Xu Qingshui shook his head and put away the unwilling and angry expression.

He looked at the old man with indifference.

"What happened?"

The old beggar on the side saw it clearly.

In his opinion, the old man was still summoning the undead, which would undoubtedly be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

But to his surprise, after the old man finally summoned the undead, Xu Qingshui's previous decline was swept away.

Instead, it was replaced by the confident indifference he had always seen before.

"You?! Why, why didn't you launch an attack?"

The old man also noticed this scene, took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Looking at his undead companions, there was confusion in his eyes.

"Sorry, your undead souls seem to belong to me."

Xu Qingshui smiled and waved Ye Yun.

The countless undead souls turned their heads and looked at the old man.

The little old man looked panicked.

"You...have you always been pretending?!"

He finally realized that there were no limits.

I fell into a trap!

The opponent has always been able to control the undead with ease, but instead he pretends to be at his limit, giving himself the illusion that as long as he takes action again, he can instantly defeat the opponent.

But he himself was still stupidly summoning the undead, but all of them became the opponent's help.

If...if I hadn't summoned the undead at that time, but had taken action directly, would the outcome have been different?

At this moment, the little old man felt desperate.

In the past, he had controlled a large number of powerful undead and killed his opponents.

Now that the roles are reversed, you can feel such a strong sense of oppression.

"Damn it! I can't fall in a place like this! I still have an unfinished mission! Obviously, I will get the godhead soon, and I will soon have the power to resurrect you!"

The little old man was unwilling and desperate to the extreme. He watched the undead rushing over and looked at the extremely familiar undead in front of him.

"I'm Xiao Tiaozi! Don't you recognize me? We are close friends!"

He roared out, the hand holding the staff trembling slightly, but he did not take action against the undead. He roared at the top of his lungs, as if trying to awaken the dust-laden memories of the undead in front of him.

The undead spirit that rushed towards the little old man paused, and there was confusion and struggle in his eyes.

"Go ahead"

In his ears, Xu Qingshui's cold voice came.

The struggle disappeared instantly, replaced by scarlet eyes.

In an instant, the undead were like a tide, tearing this little old man apart.

The little old man's mutilated body looked at the extremely cruel undead with eyes that seemed to be filled with apologies, and he shed a line of tears of blood.

"After all...I still can't do anything."

Little old man, die.