Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-One: Battle Old Demon Leizhu Makes Dedication
"What if you are willing to be planted with a demon seed, serve as the servant of the ancestor, and offer a piece of golden elixir blood food every twenty years to spare your life? If you behave well, I will help you and others condense the Nascent Soul and ascend to the demon world in the future.
It's not impossible." For some unknown reason, the ghost heads began to recruit people inexplicably.
"Where is he?" Zhao Shoushou did not refuse directly, but instead asked about the fate of the ghost cultivator in the golden elixir stage.
"He is just a small character who condensed the golden elixir with the help of this ancestor. His potential has been exhausted. He can only become a part of the ancestor. It is also his honor." The head of Yinhun said indifferently.
, it seems that becoming blood food is a supreme honor.
"It's better to leave this kind of honor to others. Zhao has never been interested in becoming someone else's slave. Golden Crow Spirit Fire," Zhao Shoushou said with a contemptuous and contemptuous smile before the second spiritual talisman fell.
Because the combat objectives were different, this talisman did not even condense into the shape of a golden crow, but directly turned into a ball of the purest golden flame, flying straight into the air, with the target being the huge Yin Hun head.
Of course, Zhao Shoushou understood that this was just an external sustenance and not the real body of the old devil. But now he couldn't think too much. Only by killing the head of the ghost in front of him could he possibly kill the old devil's true body.
In other words, the real body of the old devil is still suppressed in a certain place and cannot move. The ghost head is its only incarnation. As long as it is destroyed, he can safely search in the secret place. In short, the ghost head must be faced and solved.
The first difficulty.
"Damn you little brat who doesn't know how to appreciate others, I will crush you to ashes and turn your soul into ashes." When the Yinhun Head realized that Zhao Shoushou dared to take the lead, the ancestor suddenly fell into rage.
Perhaps in its view, it was a lucky thing that a little guy like Zhao Shoushou, who was like an ant, could get his approval for pardon. Not only did he refuse to agree, but he actually took the lead in taking action. It was simply a provocation to his majesty and made the ghost's head jump three feet.
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At the last moment, he opened his huge mouth and blew, and something like black water flowed down the river, intertwined with the golden flames.
This is not a great method, it should be the product of the Yin power compressed by the Yin Soul Head. When its quality reaches a certain level, it can easily be on par with the Golden Crow Spirit.
Since Yin Hun Shou claims to be his ancestor and can cultivate a golden elixir stage ghost cultivator, his methods cannot be underestimated. In addition to dealing with the compressed Yin spirit power of the Golden Crow Spirit Fire, more than a dozen black spears are flying rapidly in the air.
It condensed into shape and came out of the sky with Zhao Shoushou as its target.
"Control the water gun, order" Zhao Shoushou naturally would not wait in vain to waste time. The magic weapon in his hand was also unwilling to lag behind. He went upstream and fought together. With fewer enemies and more enemies, he was at a disadvantage, but he would not fail for a while.
From this series of contacts, Zhao Shoushou had a clear feeling that although the level of the Yinhun Skull was high, it was just an empty shell. Its actual combat power was not too strong, and was only similar to that of a mid-stage Golden Core monk.
This may have something to do with it not going all out.
Of course, coupled with the bonus of the nearby rich Yin spirit power, it should actually be better than that. However, Zhao Shoushou was relieved. Even if he was defeated by the cover of three thunder beads, he could still escape smoothly. At best, it would be nothing more.
Just got nothing.
"The Haunted Soul Head is completely immune to the sound attack of the Ecstasy Bell. This is not a good thing for someone." After a fierce battle, Zhao Shoushou said helplessly.
The treasure that was originally planned to be one of the trump cards in the fierce battle turned out to be of no help. Now it can only be used as a defensive magic weapon.
The old devil seemed to be very dissatisfied with the stalemate. An impatient look gradually appeared on his face. He quickly separated two arms from both sides of his head, one holding a mourning stick and the other holding a chain.
It's quite similar.
After the arms appeared, there was an obvious trace of fatigue on the Yin Soul's head, and even the rich Yin spirit power was somewhat weakened. Obviously, the appearance of two arms and weapons was also a big burden for it.
After paying such a high price, the old devil naturally would not abandon him. In an instant, he surrounded him from left to right. Dots of yin fire appeared on the white paper ball above the mourning stick. As the chain advanced,
A thin layer of white ice crystals appeared, one fire and one ice working together in perfect harmony.
Whether it is a mourning stick or a chain, the only thing they have in common is that they appear to be slow but are actually very fast. They are equally silent, like two poisonous snakes circling in, waiting for an opportunity to bite their vital points and inject fatal
of venom.
"Can these mourning sticks and chains be able to control the nearby Yin spirit power?" Zhao Shoushou was not afraid of the upcoming attack.
However, before the two weapons came close, the surrounding Yin spirit power was guided by them, surrounding him like ropes and narrowing his range of activities. This feeling was extremely uncomfortable.
As the saying goes, good fortune never comes singly. Just as Zhao Shoushou was putting almost all his energy forward, preparing to deal with the mourning stick and chains, he felt a tightening on his feet. When he looked down, he found two pale palms made of bones.
He has firmly grasped his ankle.
A sense of coolness was injected into his body and spread upwards along his lower limbs. Before he could break free, a clicking sound came from the ground. Within a radius of a hundred meters, densely packed hands of bones appeared and were moving.
Different directions, approaching Zhao Shoushou.
These bones mainly rely on the strength of grasping. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Shoushou can easily break free with only a little effort.
At the critical moment of the battle, the magic power in the golden elixir surged out, but it was a little weak. These bones, which were not too strong, turned into the last straw that broke the camel's back, which made people laugh and cry.
There were mourning sticks and chains attacking him from the air, bone hands below trying to fix his position, and ghost heads that were eyeing him and might resort to stronger means at any time. His situation was extremely dangerous.
If it can survive, it may be possible to change the situation of the battle. Once it fails, everything will naturally come to a halt, and it will be killed on the spot, and it will become the blood food that the ghost head has coveted for a long time.
"These Thunder Beads were not prepared in vain. Mr. Zhao actually fell to such a state. Binghuo Shen Lei, decree." Now that the matter has come to this, he will naturally not be pedantic.
The Binghuo Divine Thunder has both the attributes of thunder and fire, and is the strongest attack against the Yin Hun's head. Zhao Shoushou decisively sacrificed it, and under the wrap of mana, it exploded directly under the Yin Hun's head.
"Why do Binghuo Divine Thunder, Binghuo Divine Thunder, and Leifa appear in the secret place?"