Chapter five hundred and eighty second: the old devil retreats from the black gun attack
"It hurts my ancestor, it hurts my ancestor. Which old monster is hiding in the dark? Tens of thousands of years have passed and it still refuses to let go." Under the attack of Binghuo God's thunder, the ghost head seemed to be lost.
Judging from his behavior, he seems to be recalling some unpleasant things in the past.
The main target of the Binghuo Thunder Bead was the head of the ghost, and the remaining cornered thunder light completely shattered the bone hand on the ground and disappeared into the depths of the earth again.
Only the mourning stick and chains still looked unyielding, surrounding him from two directions, one from the left and the other from the right.
Of course, it is also inevitable that the power of these two guys will be somewhat weakened by the explosion of the Binghuo Divine Thunder, which seems to be unsustainable.
The water-control gun that circled around and had not accomplished any feats in the last attack on the Golden Core Ghost Cultivator came forward, and in the process it kept getting longer, as if preparing to fight one against two.
However, Zhao Shoushou understood that the core of this battle was the injury to Yin Hun's head, and the rest could not determine the next step of the battle.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, since the effect of thunder beads is better than expected, he will naturally continue. He already holds the remaining two thunder beads of Kuishui Divine Thunder and Gengjin Divine Thunder in his hands.
And all of them are on the verge of being activated. They can be activated only after further confirmation of the injury and location of the ghost's head.
Zhao Shoushou waved his big hand and the white smoke in the sky dissipated. The ghost head reappeared in the air. The two arms had long disappeared without a trace. The dark head turned pale white, and a huge hole in the mouth kept leaking out.
black blood.
As for his arrogant face, it became even more powerless and miserable. The only thing that remained unchanged was the hatred in a pair of black eyeballs.
"Ancestor Wan'an, I still have two thunder beads, waiting for my ancestor to taste them and explode them." How could a monk with rich combat experience continue to leave time for the head of the ghost to recover.
For such an old monster who is qualified to be suppressed in a secret place, who knows whether it can quickly replenish its recovery under such a strong Yin spirit power. Zhao Shoushou is not willing to fight again.
"This guy is really an idiot. He actually brought in an old guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. I am not willing to accept it. I am only one step away from being reborn." With the explosion of Gengjin Divine Thunder and Kuishui Divine Thunder, Yinhun's head is not clear.
Dare's scream almost spread throughout the entire secret place.
At the same time, in a dark place, some rich, almost liquid black blood was condensing little by little, and gradually formed the shape of a spear. This was also one of the counterattack methods left by the ghost head.
This ancestor has been suppressed here for more than ten thousand years. With the help of the golden elixir ghost cultivator, he finally has hope of getting out of trouble. Today, the thousand years of work have been completely shattered. How can he let go easily?
Since almost all the black blood produced by the thunder bead explosion is condensed together, there is no doubt about the power of the spear.
The key point is that all of this seems to be happening in another balanced space, and Zhao Shoushou, who is so close at hand, is not aware of it at all.
This spear must have been under the command of the last trace of consciousness of the Yinhun head, waiting for the opportunity to attack, preparing to severely injure Zhao Shoushou in one fell swoop.
"The ghost head is indeed an old demon. Zhao tried his best to repel it temporarily. The body of the ghost cultivator was taken away by it. It's a pity." The pale-faced Zhao Shoushou murmured happily.
The victory in this battle can only rely on the power of the three thunder beads: Gengjin Divine Thunder, Kuishui Divine Thunder, and Binghuo Divine Thunder. This made him very satisfied with his original caution, otherwise this trip would really be a disaster.
Although the seriously injured Jindan ghost cultivator has disappeared, it does not affect the search for some treasures in the secret place in the future. Of course, all of this needs to be completed within two months and leave before the secret place is truly closed.
"Whoosh" As the saying goes, extreme joy brings sorrow. Before Zhao Shoushou could leave, a black spear had already struck behind him. He didn't even have a chance to dodge. It seemed to appear tightly against his back.
All he had was time to dodge based on instinct, and the black spear penetrated his shoulder blade easily, as if there was no obstruction.
And after this spear enters the body and communicates with the blood, it is like ice and snow encountering the sun, instantly melting and blending into it, regardless of each other.
Zhao Shoushou just felt a chill. Except for a wound left on his shoulder blade, everything seemed to have never existed. If it weren't for the pain that kept coming from the wound as a constant reminder, he would have felt it himself.
A little bit of doubt.
"These old monsters are really cunning. They were all completely dissipated by the explosion of the three thunder beads, and they still don't forget their dirty tricks." Zhao Shoushou murmured.
Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to examine himself. The seemingly horrific trauma was nothing to worry about. The real trouble was the unknown black blood integrated into the body.
For monks, whether it is blood or magic power in the Dantian, keeping it pure is one of the most important factors, and it is also one of the indispensable factors related to the monk's future practice.
No matter what kind of thing is trying to invade the body, it must be detected immediately and expelled from the body. In comparison, it is even more urgent than picking the elixir here.
Not having a magical medicine just makes the next path of practice more difficult. Once some impurities are incorporated into the body, it is not a very outstanding qualification. It almost cuts off more than half of the path of practice, which is quite terrifying.
one thing.
After calming down and operating steadily for several days, we finally discovered that groups of unknown black objects were entangled with the blood, and some of them had even begun to undergo tentative fusion.
After discovering something, Zhao Shoushou's mood quickly calmed down, and he immediately mobilized a large amount of mana to wrap it up layer by layer, and soaked it away bit by bit.
Of course, this is not an easy task. These black objects are quite obsessed with the monk's body and are unwilling to leave. Each step forward requires a large amount of mana.
Even if one of the black objects is successfully driven, it will still be forcibly entangled with part of the blood. This means that every time a black object is successfully driven out of the body, part of the blood essence will be lost.
One or two times did not have much impact. Unfortunately, the black object integrated into the body had separated, and the contaminated blood accumulated. As time passed, his face became paler.
However, the expression on Zhao Shoushou's face relaxed a little bit. This at least ensured that these things would not have too much impact on the subsequent path of practice. All remaining damage can be made up, not to mention that there are still people in the secret place.