Looking at Shen Luo lying on the ground, Mr. Zhao took out a medicine bottle from his arms.
Pour out a milky white pill and swallow it in one gulp.
Then he put a yellow talisman paper on his forehead.
Then he closed his eyes tightly and muttered something.
After a moment, a bloody slit appeared strangely between his eyebrows.
A ball of white light flew out from the crack between the eyebrows.
After a pause, he pounced on Shen Luo, who was lying on the ground, and followed his eyebrows and penetrated into his mind.
At that moment, Mr. Zhao's body lost all color and quickly withered.
It seemed that all life had been lost, just like the mummy he encountered in the secret room before.
At this time, Shen Luo felt that he had once again transformed into a fist-sized purple ball of light and reappeared in that mysterious world.
Although he was surprised, it was no longer as surprising as the first time.
After all, I had experienced what happened in the secret room before.
Now he realized what was going to happen next.
Suddenly, nine balls of blood broke into his world.
Although each ball of blood is not as big as his purple ball of light, these nine balls of blood-colored light gathered together look much larger than his ball of light.
After getting closer, Shen Luo was surprised to find that it turned into a purple ball of light.
Those nine balls of blood turned out to be the nine blood-red ferocious ghost heads that Mr. Zhao used those weird secret techniques to sacrifice just now.
The nine ghost heads were overjoyed when they saw the sinking purple ball of light.
He rushed over and surrounded him, as if he was ready to pounce on him and bite him.
Just when the nine ghost heads were about to come up and bite the sinking purple ball of light.
Another ball of white light flew over.
A thread of light shot out from the white ball of light, which was connected with the threads of light of the nine ghost heads.
Only the sound of Mr. Zhao's proud laughter came from the white ball of light.
Seeing the white light group and the silk thread connecting the ghost heads trembling, the nine ghost heads seemed to have received some kind of secret command from the silk thread.
He frantically pounced on the sinking purple ball of light, devouring and biting it fiercely.
Although Shen Luo knew what was going to happen, he was already prepared.
Since one was against nine, he was at a disadvantage. A small purple light ball was accidentally bitten off by the nine ghost heads.
Shen Luo suddenly felt weak in his soul, and he became furious and used all his mouth to fight back at the nine ghost heads.
However, he only has one ball of light. Although it is full of mouths, how can it be an opponent with nine ghost heads?
While constantly dodging the bites of the nine ghost heads, he fought back, trying to find a gap to escape the siege of the nine ghost heads.
And when Mr. Zhao saw the nine ghost heads, he had the upper hand in the soul-eating process.
Laughing wildly, he kept using secret techniques to urge the nine ghost heads to speed up and swallow the sinking light ball.
Shen Luo was in a panic, seeing that his soul was about to be swallowed by the nine ghost heads, but there was nothing he could do.
"Old man, where are you?"
"Come and save me!"
Shen Luo was extremely anxious at this time. Looking at the ghost head approaching step by step in front of him, he felt cruel.
He hit one of the nine ghost heads with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, this collision would easily open a bloody path.
Although he opened a gap and escaped.
But in the process, the purple ball of light was bitten crazily by the remaining eight ghost heads.
It became a little weaker in an instant, and is now about one-tenth smaller than the original ball of light.
Shen Luo couldn't care less about being frightened and angry now, and could only run away to other places desperately.
He is no match for the Nine Ghost Heads now, so he can only run away desperately.
He felt that Mr. Zhao was just a mortal, and there must be a price for mortals who want to take away the body of a cultivator.
It is estimated that his secret technique has a time limit. As long as he can survive this period of time, he is convinced that the nine ghost heads will disappear on their own.
When the nine ghost heads disappeared, it was time for him to fight back.
Just then he remembered a saying, which is to capture the thief first, capture the king.
After all, he is an immortal cultivator, and Mr. Zhao is just an ordinary person.
His ball of light was definitely not as powerful as his own, and he was sure that Mr. Zhao was no match for him.
Mr. Zhao saw that Shen Luo was actually able to break free from the entanglement of the Nine Ghosts and escaped.
Immediately he was shocked and angry, and a little anxiously urged the nine ghost heads to chase Shen Luo at top speed.
Just as Shen Luo expected, Mr. Zhao just used some secret techniques to use the power of the stone.
The nine soul-eating spirit ghosts summoned have a time limit, and this time is not long.
In fact, this vicious and strange method of seizing a body is originally a demonic technique.
If a normal cultivator takes over the body, there will be a spirit ghost to help fight, and the spirit ghost will be fed with the cultivator's essence.
The fighting power of ghosts is very high, which is enough for monks to assist in the battle when they seize the body.
And if there is only one spirit ghost, the spirit ghost summoned by this magic circle can exist for a long time.
But for Mr. Zhao, he seems to care very much about the number of ghosts.
If you want to rely on more ghosts, you can quickly fight and devour the sinking souls in one fell swoop.
But what he didn't expect was that Shen Luo's soul would be so cunning and would run away if he couldn't be beaten.
Mr. Zhao also knows his shortcomings. He is not a monk. He is old and his essence is inherently weak.
The spirit ghosts raised with his weak essence,
Its own power is limited, let alone a nine-headed spirit ghost.
As for the time limit, he knew it clearly.
He could only use it for an hour, and he couldn't bear it beyond this time.
At this moment, Mr. Zhao's soul was commanding the nine soul-eating spirit ghosts to desperately chase Shen Luo from behind.
While Shen Luo was escaping from the pursuit of the ghost heads behind him, he was looking for opportunities to slowly approach Mr. Zhao.
As long as Mr. Zhao's light ball is swallowed up, the nine ghost heads behind him will be defeated.
Mr. Zhao's soul was too weak to catch up in person, so he could only stare and watch. When he was about to catch up, he shouted: "Swallow him quickly!"
Shen Luo also noticed the presence of the nine-headed soul-eating spirit ghost approaching behind him.
He could feel it as he ran away desperately.
He is getting weaker and weaker now, and the light of the light ball is gradually becoming dim.
"Old man, if you don't come out, I'm going to die!" Shen Luo shouted with all his strength.
"Hahaha, scream! Scream!"
"In this space, even if you scream, no one will come to save you." Mr. Zhao looked at Shen Luo's anxious look and laughed happily.
After all, this is the world where the sunken soul lives, and he is convinced that there is no other person except him.
"Really?" An old voice sounded suddenly.
"who!"
Mr. Zhao was a little confused. He didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.
This is the world of sinking souls, how come there are really people here?
When he heard the sound, he looked around very quickly and took a careful look.
He found that there was no one else in front of him except Shen Luo and Jiu Guitou.
