If an ordinary monk suffered such a serious injury, he would probably have lost his fighting ability long ago, but Master Netherworld could always persist. It can be seen that there is still a big difference between ghost cultivators and ordinary monks.
If an ordinary monk is injured and takes some healing medicine, he can recover in a few days at most. No matter how serious the injury is, it will not take a month. However, it is extremely troublesome to treat the injury of the corpse puppet, otherwise the real person Netherworld would not let it go as before.
The wound remained on his body.
I don’t know if it’s due to a flaw in the technique, or because the forceful use of soul to transform the corpse puppet is incomplete. The corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother is extremely uncomfortable to use, and now that it’s been injured like this, I don’t know how much it will cost me in the future.
How much energy? Thinking of this makes Master Netherworld's teeth hurt.
These are not the most urgent. The most urgent thing to solve at the moment is the immediate crisis. Master Netherworld was originally very confident, but after an hour, he finally confirmed that compared with these poor and crazy casual cultivators, he is really not that good.
opponent.
Should he fight or flee? Should he fight to the death and kill two to earn one? Or should he keep the green hills without fear of running out of firewood? It is easy to say death, but it is difficult to do it. If it were not because he was afraid of death in the first place, he would
He would not go through all the hardships to escape to the Jiuzhou Continent. If he were not afraid of death, he would not sacrifice the tattered corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother into a corpse puppet and linger on.
But even if he escapes, where can he escape to? Now that what he has done has been exposed. In Jiuzhou Continent, he is like a rat crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats him. In his current state, where can he escape? I'm afraid he won't wait until he leaves.
At Yuling Mountain, the pursuers are blocking the way. If even people from the Immortal Sect come forward, I will really have no way to go to heaven or to the earth.
Thinking of this, the movements of Zhenren Youming's hands couldn't help but slow down. He was hit several times by the casual cultivators on the outside. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. He quickly took a few steps back, cheered up again, and used both hands.
Protected the whole body.
Some casual cultivators seemed to see the advantage from the moment just now, and shouted: "Everyone, please work harder, this Master Netherworld is at the end of his battle, and he is about to be rewarded for his meritorious service."
Yes, everyone has been besieging them for so long. Isn't it just this opportunity that everyone has been waiting for? Now that victory is right in front of them, the casual cultivators seem to have been given a shot of blood, and their attacks suddenly became a little more fierce. Even some who were originally hiding
The monks who were lazy behind also rejoined the besieging team.
Victory is in sight, and the casual cultivators in the Qi refining period also looked happy. Zizhu Weng said: "The failure of the Nether Master has been revealed, and it depends on us next."
Although Qingsongke was happy in his heart, his face remained calm and he reminded: "We can't be too happy. I see his eyes wandering. He is obviously thinking about his escape. He also needs to prevent this guy from escaping. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a bamboo shootout?"
Is it all a waste of water?"
Jia Ting, who was next to him, said: "This is not a problem. All our Qi Practitioners spread out and formed a circle. This time, he will not be able to escape. But I have already said it, this time you are not allowed to bully us with the power of numbers."
These single monks."
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Jia, the three friends of Suihan are only three of us. If we really have to rely on the large number of people, everyone will not agree." Master Miao said.
The situation now is different from the beginning. At that time, most of the Qi Refining monks were quietly hiding behind. They had not yet figured out the situation. They were cautious and did not come forward. Only the three friends of Suihan and Jia Ting were fighting.
, so whoever grabs it may belong to whom.
Now that there are so many people contributing, there are more than 20 qi-refining monks alone, among them there are middle-stage qi-refining monks who are higher than Suihan Sanyou. How can they be allowed to do whatever they want?
In order to snatch the jade spirit marrow, the three friends of Suihan did what they did, and then caused a melee among the casual cultivators, activating the blood-demon trapping formation. They didn't get anything, and they almost killed everyone.
Being killed is equivalent to being a villain in vain. Now that he heard Jia Ting mention it again, Zizhu Weng could only smile awkwardly and said, "Jia Taoist friend is just kidding."
When the battle reached this level, there was no need to give orders, everyone knew what to do next. The Qi Refining Stage monks scattered to the side, blocking all the escape routes for Master Netherworld. The remaining Pulse Opening Stage monks also scattered around.
Surrounded by Zhenren Netherworld in the middle.
At this time, the red plum old man took out his small red plum drum and pushed hard towards the drum head. Then an invisible wave spread throughout the mine. The morale of the casual cultivators increased greatly when they heard it. When the master Netherworld heard it, two people were shocked.
My ears are ringing, my blood is boiling, and my true energy is not flowing smoothly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zizhuweng raised his hand, and the purple piccolo circled in the air, and then flew towards Master Netherworld. The speed was astonishing, much faster than those previous attacks, and the sharp wind sound combined with
The whistle of the piccolo is breathtaking.
Such an attack should not be underestimated, and Master Netherworld did not dare to neglect it. He quickly calmed down, dispelled his mental discomfort, and then dodged sharply to avoid the attack of the purple piccolo.
Suihan's three friends were in a rage, and the other two took action, and Qingsongke was no exception. He had already calculated the direction in which Master Netherworld would avoid, and directly grabbed his pine harp and smashed it.
Because of the interference of the Red Plum Snare Drum, Master Netherworld was one step slower when avoiding the attack of Purple Piccolo. Now he was attacked by Songqin again. He had no time to dodge and could only use his own body to block Songqin.
There was only a muffled sound, and Qingsongke's pine harp hit the back of Master Netherworld. The pine harp is a top-grade magic weapon with amazing attack power, but the corpse of Master Netherworld's corpse should not be underestimated, and its strength is comparable to that of a magic weapon.
existence, this time they were evenly matched. Master Netherworld just shook a little and did not suffer much damage.
But Suihan's three friends' attack didn't stop there. At this time, there was another drum sound, and Master Netherworld's energy and blood rolled, and his movements couldn't help but stagnate. The purple piccolo hovered in the air, and then hit his head.
At the same time, the pine harp suddenly made a bang sound, and a string shot out from the harp, stabbing towards the eyes of Master Netherworld.
The interference from the outside world and the flanking attack from both sides made Master Netherworld tired to deal with it. If the three friends of Suihan had taken action from the beginning, Master Netherworld would have been very energetic at that time, with sufficient energy and no restrictions on his movements. He would have easily been able to deal with the three friends of Suihan.
After a series of attacks, he was already at the end of his strength and unable to cope with it, so he could only exchange injuries for injuries.
His head was tilted to the side in a strange way, as if someone had broken his neck, avoiding the attack of the strings. At the same time, his body did not retreat but moved forward, grabbing Qingsong Ke next to him.