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The figure of the third-level living dead was blocked by the soul-gathering flag. After a slight pause, it came towards Qingyang again. Qingyang had exhausted all other methods, and the only way was to hide in the Drunk Immortal Gourd. But that was the last resort. Once he hid in, and waited for the third-level living dead to recover from his injuries outside and return to his peak strength, he would have no chance to defeat him.
Could it be that he will be blocked forever in the drunk fairy gourd and cannot go out? In desperation, Qingyang had no choice but to yell at the soul-gathering flag: "Senior Ghost King, you are dying, hurry up and save your life."
Seeing that the third-level undead were about to catch Qingyang, the soul-gathering flag on the ground flew up directly from the ground, blocking Qingyang's body. The living dead man was too late to catch the soul-gathering flag, and saw the soul-gathering flag tremble violently, knocking back the hand of the living dead.
At the same time, the soul-gathering flag suddenly bloomed with black light, covering the body of the living dead. The injured parts of the third-level living dead seemed to have been corroded by something, and slowly turned black, and Black smoke was constantly coming out.
The third-level living dead were frightened by the unexpected incident. They no longer cared about capturing Qingyang and quickly stepped back two or three feet to avoid the black light on the soul-gathering flag. The response of the living dead was still very timely. Out of the light range, the blackened parts of the body gradually returned to their original colors.
After receiving this attack, the third-level living dead became much more cautious. They stood in the distance and stared at the soul-gathering flag in front of Qingyang, their eyes full of fear.
Just at this moment, a black mist suddenly emerged from the soul-gathering banner, and soon covered the surrounding area for two or three feet, and then a shadow floated out.
This shadow has horns on its head and an old face. It is the one-horned ghost king who has been hiding in the soul-gathering banner. After not seeing each other for ten years, the One-Horned Ghost King has also undergone some changes. The originally illusory shadow has become much more solidified, and there is a hint of expression on his face. It seems that he is recovering well.
Seeing Qingyang, the one-horned ghost king stretched out and said: "Little friend, didn't you agree that you should not disturb me to rest and sleep if you have nothing to do? My soul has been damaged too much, so I can only sleep slowly." To add, I don't know how long it will take to recover after being woken up by you once."
Seeing the one-horned ghost king chattering to himself, Qingyang quickly said: "Senior Ghost King, now is not the time to talk about this. Someone is about to die. I am still waiting for your help."
Hearing Qingyang's words, the One-horned Ghost King also noticed the third-level living dead in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder, "Huh? What kind of monster is this? His cultivation level is not high, but his strength is comparable to that of a foundation-building monk. Has a human figure but no intelligence, could it be a new ghost technique?"
Before the One-Horned Ghost King could figure out what was going on, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. His expression suddenly changed and he said, "No, why has my cultivation regressed? My friend, what is going on? Is it you?" Are you hurting me?"
After ten years of cultivation, the One-Horned Ghost King absorbed most of the souls of the monks in the Soul-Gathering Flag, and finally raised his cultivation level to the late stage of Qi refining. As a result, as soon as he emerged from the Soul-Gathering Flag, his cultivation started There was a strange regression, and everyone would be panicked.
However, the One-Horned Ghost King is a well-informed person after all. It didn't take long for him to see some clues from the changes in his own cultivation. Combined with the third-level living dead in front of him, he quickly made a rough judgment. , murmured to himself: "The change in cultivation seems to be caused by the formation restriction outside, which was suppressed by force. It seems that the level of this mountain protection formation is not low. If this is the case, the impact will not be big. , will recover slowly in the future, but the cultivation base has been greatly suppressed, and it will be more difficult to deal with the monster in front of us."
The one-horned ghost king was still thinking about countermeasures, but the third-order undead in front of him couldn't wait any longer. Taking this opportunity, he paused and rushed over. The one-horned ghost king was shocked immediately, and said: "I'll go, and I won't even give you time to prepare, what should I do?"
The One-Horned Ghost King spoke without any delay in the movements of his hands, and he did not know what kind of pinch he made. Then there was a soft click, and the one-horned horn on his head separated, and then it was like an arrow leaving the string. Same, shot at the heart of the third-order undead.
Both of them were extremely fast. When Qingyang saw clearly what was going on, the ghost king's horn had already shot into the chest of the third-order undead. The undead had no time to stop the one-horned ghost king's tricks, and then the one-horned ghost exploded instantly inside his abdominal cavity.
The power of the explosion was so great that it blew up the entire abdominal cavity. It was dark inside and nothing could be seen clearly. At this time, the living dead could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a plop.
Qingyang stood at the back blankly, did not speak for a long time, he and Wei Yufeng tried their best but could not win.?The third-level living dead were just solved by the One-Horned Ghost King. Qingyang had been mentally prepared for a long time, knowing that the one-horned ghost king had a lot of knowledge and methods, and it shouldn't be too difficult to defeat this third-order undead, but he never thought that it would be so easy.
This trick is really powerful, and I don't know if I can learn it. After a long time, Qingyang licked his face and said: "Senior Ghost King, you are really good, can you teach me this trick?"
After releasing his unicorn, the unicorn ghost king's face suddenly showed a sluggish look, and his figure seemed to become much darker. This move seemed to be very debilitating.
Hearing Qingyang's words, the one-horned ghost king said angrily: "Don't gloat, kid, this is the ultimate skill of this king as a ghost cultivator, and it is not something you ordinary monks can learn. Knowing that this trick will consume How much natal essence do you want me to order? With this consumption, at least the past ten years have been wasted sleep. The natal essence of ghost cultivators is more important than the natal essence and blood of monks, and I don¡¯t know when I will be able to return to the peak state."
The One-horned Ghost King sighed a few words, and before Qingyang could speak, he said again: "This time I've exhausted too much, I need to go back to catch up on sleep immediately, and I'll leave the matter here to you. It's easy to restore your cultivation base, but you don't have a strong natal life." The support of the soul is like a castle in the air, but it is too troublesome to replenish the soul. Remember, try not to disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After finishing speaking, the one-horned ghost king entered the soul-gathering flag with a flash, and the surrounding black mist was also taken back, and then the soul-gathering flag fell to the ground with a bang.
The one-horned ghost king appeared and disappeared quickly, but he finally helped himself by getting rid of the third-level undead of that song, and solved his biggest crisis at present. Qingyang shook his head, picked up the soul-gathering flag from the ground, and put it back into the Drunken Immortal Gourd. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com