Qingsongke did not expect that Master Netherworld could attack him in this situation. He was somewhat 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 Pulse-opening monks were the main ones. 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 is really starting to 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 of retreating. Now even the Qi-training 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 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 had been broken and was barely supported by the other. The wound on the abdomen was further expanded, and the internal organs inside were almost blown to pieces. The two legs were also covered in blood and flesh, and the muscles were exposed.
The corpse puppet has been destroyed in this way and 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 a dozen other Pulse Opening Realm practitioners also 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. For many years, Yuling City has never suffered such a heavy loss.
If you can still persist after fighting to this level, I am afraid that there will be no second one in the entire Jiuzhou Continent. 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 still a great road to immortality waiting for him to take...
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 outsider ghost cultivator, 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."
"Hahahahaha, Master Netherworld 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 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 foundation-building monk's net worth, 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 insist on talking tough when you are about to die, Master Netherworld, no one can save you this time." Zizhu Weng said.
Master Netherworld's face changed, and he finally got angry and shouted: "You forced me to do this. You want me to die. Don't even think about it, just wait!"
Seeing Master Netherworld'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 trying to escape for himself. Create opportunities."
As a result, the field immediately 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 are not worried, they just prepare their own defenses, and then stand back and watch the fun; there are even some who are ready to fish in troubled waters, secretly gearing up, waiting for Master Netherworld to make a move and exhaust himself, so that they can rush to snatch it as soon as possible treasure.
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 period. Is the last killer move just a waste of time? Those with high cultivation levels may still have the means to deal with it, but with their own cultivation level at the sixth level of the Pulse Opening Realm, it would be very difficult for them to stay 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 seemed that in the blink of an eye, he traveled from the scorching sun to 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 is carrying a group of cold energy, rushing out from the small black flag, and then Circling and flying throughout the mine.
Some of the monks present could also recognize that these fluorescent lights were the souls of the monks. However, because the monk's level was too low, only a faint trace of fluorescence could be seen. These fluorescent lights are only available after the monks have opened the shackles of the soul and practiced. If an ordinary person dies, it will be just a cold energy.
