Qingsongke didn't expect that Master Netherworld could attack him in this situation. He was a little inadequate in dealing with it, and coupled with the strength gap between the two sides, he was caught in the chest by the opponent's claw.
Fortunately, Zizhu Piccolo's attack was approaching at this time, and Master Netherworld had to devote all his energy to resist Zizhu Piccolo's attack. The attack power of this claw was insufficient, and it only scratched the clothes on Qingsongke's chest.
Five blood marks were left on the area, and the injury was not serious.
In the past, the qi-training monks had always kept their hands open. When attacking, the main force was the pulse-opening monks. They were more defensive, so almost all of the people who died were the pulse-opening monks. Very few qi-training monks were injured. Now it starts to really happen.
In a fight with real swords and guns, casualties among the Qi Refining monks are inevitable.
Master Netherworld injured Qingsongke, but was also hit by Zizhu Piccolo, which was equivalent to exchanging injuries for injuries. This had little impact on the casual cultivators in Yuling City. As long as they continued, there would always be a time when the opponent would be killed, but for Netherworld
In real terms, the situation is getting more and more critical.
The higher your cultivation level, the more you cherish your life. In fact, Master Netherworld doesn't want to do this. He has long had the intention to retreat. Now even the Qi Practitioner monks have begun to work hard. If he doesn't leave, it will be too late.
But Master Netherworld wanted to escape, but the casual cultivators in Yuling City did not agree. He rushed left and right and spent nearly half an hour trying various methods, but the cultivators desperately tried to hold him back.
At this time, Master Netherworld's condition became more serious. The true energy in his body was almost exhausted. The fog was steaming above his head, he was breathing heavily in his nose, his eyes were blurred, and he had a splitting headache. This was a sign of mental exhaustion exceeding the load, from the inside to the outside.
They are almost running out of gas.
Not to mention the injuries on the body, one arm has been broken and is barely supported by the other. The wound on the abdomen has been further expanded, and the internal organs inside are almost smashed. Both legs are also bloody.
, all the muscles are exposed.
The corpse puppet was so damaged that it has almost lost its use value. Unfortunately, the soul residence technique does no worse damage to the soul than the body seizing technique. It will be very difficult to re-sacrifice a corpse puppet after this time.
Even if I could escape alive this time, I would probably have to find a dark corner to linger for the rest of my days.
The situation of the casual cultivators in Yuling City was not much better. In just half an hour of fighting, two Qi Refining cultivators died, five were injured, and more than a dozen other Pulse Opening Realm cultivators died.
Including those who died during the melee and those who were killed by Zhenren Netherworld before, the total number has exceeded two hundred. It can be said that the number of casual cultivators who came to Qiankudong this time has reached half. How many years have passed, Yu Ling
The city has never suffered such heavy losses.
I am afraid that there will be no second person in the entire Jiuzhou Continent who can still persist after fighting to this level. Master Netherworld is proud enough. But he doesn’t want to die. He really doesn’t want to die in such a miserable way. He still has many years to live.
, and there is a vast avenue of cultivating immortality waiting for you to explore...
Seeing that Master Youming was about to run out of oil, the three friends of Suihan looked at each other and smiled. Then Zizhuweng wiped the blood on his face and sneered: "Master Youming, you are already at the end of your rope. At this point, why don't you just surrender?"
Chimei Sou scolded: "Hmph, you, an evil cultivator from the outside world, dare to come to our Yuling City to run wild. You are really overestimating your capabilities. You are asking for your own death. I can only blame you for looking in the wrong place."
"Hahahaha, this Netherworld Master set a trap and killed hundreds of our casual cultivators in Yuling City. It is really heinous. We have made such a great contribution, I am afraid that even the seven immortal sects will be alarmed. This trip to the Thousand Cave Cave is really the right one.
That’s it.” Jia Ting also said.
Yes, after so much effort and the death and injury of more than 200 monks, we are finally going to capture this Netherworld Master. The Jade Spirit Essence, the fortune of the Foundation-Building monks, and the rewards of Jade Spirit City are right in front of us. No.
A smile appeared on the young monk's face.
The proud smiles of the casual cultivators were particularly dazzling in the eyes of Master Netherworld. He gritted his teeth and said: "You want me to catch you without mercy? Don't you think you are happy too early?"
"You still talk a lot when you are about to die, Master Netherworld, no one can save you this time." Zizhu Weng said.
Master Netherworld's face changed, and finally his heart broke out, and he shouted: "You forced me to do this. You want me to die. Don't even think about it, just wait!"
Seeing Master Youming's face, some monks had a bad premonition in their hearts and shouted: "No, he is going to use a killing move, intercept him quickly."
Some monks were not very afraid of this and said disdainfully: "This Master Netherworld has been forced into this situation. If he had used any killing moves long ago, how could it be delayed until now? I think he is just bluffing and letting himself escape."
Create opportunities.”
As a result, the field suddenly became a mess. Some timid ones felt bad and quietly retreated behind the crowd; some bold ones launched an attack first, hoping to prevent Master Netherworld from using his methods. Others did not.
They were not worried, they just prepared their own defenses and stood back to watch the excitement; there were also some who were ready to fish in troubled waters, secretly gearing up, waiting for Master Netherworld to make his move to exhaustion, so that they could rush forward to snatch the treasure as soon as possible.
As for Qingyang, he has already seen that the situation is not good. After all, Master Netherworld is a former monk in the foundation building stage. How can the last killer move be idle? Those with high cultivation level may still have ways to deal with it. They can open the pulse level six by themselves.
With his level of cultivation, he would be in danger if he stayed here. It seemed that the Jade Spirit Marrow really had nothing to do with him, and his life was still at stake, so he quietly retreated towards the back.
While Master Netherworld was speaking, he had already taken out a small black flag from his arms, unfolded the flag with a shake of his hand, and then retreated to avoid the attacks of the casual cultivators while reciting a series of unknown incantations, and then
As the spell was recited, the color of the small flag became darker and darker, and it also exuded a faint fluorescent light, which looked extremely weird.
Suddenly, the black color exploded with a loud bang, and a sinister wind blew violently in the entire mine. Many monks couldn't help but tremble, and subconsciously wrapped themselves up tightly. It was as if in the blink of an eye, they were suddenly evaporated from the scorching sun.
Traveling through the ice and snow.
You can only see some faint fluorescence with your eyes, but if you feel it carefully with your spiritual mind, you can find that each fluorescence carries a bunch of cold energy, rushing out from the small black flag, and then
It circled and danced throughout the mine.
Some of the monks present could also recognize that these fluorescent lights were the monk's soul. However, because the monk's level was too low, only a very faint trace of fluorescence could be seen. These fluorescent lights were the monks who had opened the shackles of the soul.
It only appears after cultivation. If an ordinary person dies, it will just be a cold energy.