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Whether Wei Yufeng is dead or alive, Qingyang can't take care of it for the time being. After entering the Drunken Immortal Gourd, he completely relaxed. Because of several consecutive vicious battles, his spirit has been tense. The severe consumption of thoughts and the sequelae of the blood burning technique hit at the same time, Qingyang couldn't hold on anymore, and immediately collapsed on the square inside the Drunken Immortal Gourd.
I don't know how long it took for Qingyang to wake up faintly. At this time, the sequelae of the blood-burning surgery broke out completely, but his true energy and spirit recovered a little, and he could barely sit up.
Qingyang braced himself to find half a jar of spirit wine he got from Wuyou Sanren's stone room, took a sip, and the spirit wine entered his belly, the ferocious energy diffused into his body, Qingyang felt his blood boil all over his body In general, the deep mountain was scorching hot, and the previous exhaustion and lack of spirit disappeared immediately, and even the deficiency of essence and blood caused by using the burning blood technique was quickly replenished.
This half jar of spirit wine has been stored in the Drunken Immortal Gourd for six or seven years, and the effect is better than before. If there is a bottleneck in cultivation in the future, maybe one can break through with just this half jar of spirit wine. Qingyang didn't dare to drink more, and buried the remaining spirit wine in the ground again.
Afterwards, Qingyang found two elixir for recovering qi and healing from the Nawu Talisman, and took them respectively, and then meditated cross-legged on the ground to heal his injuries. Two hours later, Qingyang's true energy has recovered by 70% to 80%. Although he has not yet reached a normal state, at least he can handle any danger he encounters.
After drinking the spirit wine, the sequelae of the blood burning technique completely disappeared, and now the true energy has also been restored, only the injuries on the body cannot be cured in a short time. Qingyang quietly sent out a trace of divine thoughts to reach out to the drunk fairy gourd, and found that the cave outside was quiet, and the third-order undead was not in the cave, probably because he had gone to chase Wei Yufeng and hadn't returned yet.
The Drunken Immortal Gourd can't move, so Qingyang is still in the lair of the third-order undead. He must take this opportunity to escape from here as soon as possible, otherwise he will be blocked here when the undead returns. Not to mention whether he can catch up with the opening of the secret hall at the bottom of the river, staying here for a long time is also a torment for him. If the third-order undead do not go out for a long time, wouldn't he want to stay in the chaotic valley completely? Then twenty years later, will he also become a living dead?
Qingyang didn't dare to take this risk, so his body flashed, and he flashed out from the drunk fairy gourd, but when he came out, Qingyang had the Soul Gathering Flag in his hand. This flag was obtained by Qingyang from Immortal Youming when he was in Yuling Mountain, and the remnant soul of the one-horned ghost king has been hiding in it.
The soul-gathering flag is a ghost weapon, which is a taboo for famous and decent families, so Qingyang has never dared to use it these years. Now there are restrictions in this chaotic valley, and the alcoholic bee and the iron-armed monkey can't help for the time being, so Qingyang had to take out the soul-gathering flag. The one-horned ghost king can save his life.
Protecting the three flying swords in front of him and holding the soul-gathering flag in his hand, Qingyang walked cautiously towards the outside of the cave, for fear that the third-order undead would burst in suddenly. In the end, he was afraid of what would come, Qingyang had just walked a few steps when he saw a figure flashing in front of him, blocking the entrance of the cave.
In the hands of the third-order undead, there is still a person, who else is it if it is not Wei Yufeng? Unexpectedly, Wei Yufeng used the escape talisman, but was finally caught by the living dead. I really have a relationship with this Wei Yufeng, I didn't escape, and this guy was also arrested.
However, looking at the situation of the two, it is obvious that after a fierce battle, there was a fist-sized wound on the chest of the living dead, and the internal organs could almost be seen, and blood was oozing out; one of the palms was cut off alive Half of it, only two fingers were left; the injury on the face was not minor, half of the face was bloody, and it was unknown what attack it suffered at the beginning.
After all, Wei Yufeng is the direct descendant of the Jindan cultivator, and he has many means to save his life. The first time it happened suddenly, many treasures were not available in time. After using the escape talisman this time, Wei Yufeng was well prepared and had enough time to use these methods. Many treasures were activated in advance, and as a result, the living dead were injured like this, but the final result was still the same as last time. Did not escape the palm of the third-order living dead.
Wei Yufeng's situation was even more tragic, his whole body was bloody and bloody, and he didn't know how many serious injuries he had suffered. If he hadn't seen his chest rising and falling slightly, and his breath coming in and out, Qingyang would have thought this kid was dead. However, he was not far from death in this situation. He was on the verge of death. It seemed that even if the third-level living dead let him go, it was hard to say whether he could get out of here on his own.
Qingyang did not hide in the Drunken Immortal Gourd anymore, because he knew that sooner or later he would have a battle with the third-level living dead. If he could not defeat the living dead, he might never be able to leave here. Now the third-level living dead was severely injured by Wei Yufeng.??It is a good opportunity to make a move yourself.
Seeing Qingyang, the third-level undead was also taken aback. He didn't expect that there would be food automatically delivered to the door. He disappeared just now and then reappeared. He couldn't figure out the reason, so he didn't rush to do it, but just stood quietly at the entrance , blocking Qingyang's way out.
Wei Yufeng also saw Qingyang, and his already desperate eyes suddenly had a gleam of brilliance, and with the last bit of strength, he said, "Friend Qingyang, save me this living dead has been severely injured, and his strength has been greatly reduced As long as you rescue me, I can agree to any conditions"
Qingyang is not a soft-hearted person. Wei Yufeng, who has great hostility towards him, if he has a chance to get rid of him, Qingyang will definitely kill him first to avoid future troubles. How could he save him? Qingyang ignored Wei Yufeng, didn't even bother to look at him, but fixedly stared at the third-order undead in front of him, and the three-element sword array began to move quietly.
At this moment, the third-order undead moved,
There is no interference from the river in this cave, and the line of sight is much better than underwater. There is also a certain distance between the two, which gives Qingyang enough time to prepare this time. The third-order undead had just made a move, Qingyang waved his hand, and a top-grade talisman was activated.
This talisman was prepared by Qingyang when he was in the Qingfeng Palace. He had encountered danger many times before and was reluctant to use it. Now facing the third-order undead, other methods may not be effective, so he had to secretly stimulate this talisman. Zhang's long-prepared top-quality talisman.
This is a top-grade wood-attribute magic talisman with black vines, and a spiritual light flashed in the air. On the ground that Qingyang and the living dead had only seen, countless black vines with blue light spikes suddenly appeared, like Countless hands stretched out from hell, fluttering in the air. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com