Chapter 204 Red Plum Small Drum
If an ordinary cultivator had been injured so seriously, he would have lost his fighting power long ago, but Master Youming was able to persist all the time. It can be seen that ghost cultivators are very different from ordinary cultivators.
If an ordinary cultivator's body was injured, he could take some healing medicine and recover in a few days at most. Even the most serious injuries would not take more than a month. It is extremely troublesome to treat the injuries of corpse puppets, otherwise Master Youming would not have allowed the previous injuries to remain on his body.
I don't know whether it is because of the defects of the skills or because the forced transformation of the corpse puppet with the soul is not thorough. The corpse of the shadowless ghost mother is extremely difficult to use. Now it is injured like this. I don't know how much energy I will have to spend in the future. Thinking of this makes Master Youming's teeth ache.
These are not the most urgent. The most urgent thing to solve is the crisis in front of him. Master Youming was very confident at first, but after an hour, he finally determined that he was really no match for these poor and crazy casual cultivators.
Should he fight or flee? Should he fight to the death, kill one to get enough money or kill two to make a profit? Or is it better to keep the green mountains alive than to run out of firewood? It's easy to say death, but it's hard to do it. If he hadn't been afraid of death, he wouldn't have gone through so much hardship to escape to the Jiuzhou Continent. If he hadn't been afraid of death, he wouldn't have sacrificed the tattered corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother into a corpse puppet and survived.
But even if he escaped, where could he escape to? Now that what he had done has been exposed, he is a rat crossing the street and everyone is shouting and beating him in the Jiuzhou Continent. Where can he escape in his current state? I'm afraid that before I leave Yuling Mountain, the people chasing him will block him. If even the people from the Immortal Sect come forward, he will really have no way to go to heaven or to the earth.
When he thought of this, the movements of the Netherworld Master's hands slowed down. He was hit several times by the casual cultivators on the periphery. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He quickly stepped back a few steps, regained his spirit, and protected his whole body with both hands.
Some casual cultivators seemed to have seen an advantage from the previous attack and shouted, "Everyone, work harder. This Netherworld Master is already at the end of his strength. He will be rewarded for his meritorious service."
Yes, everyone has been besieging for so long, isn't this the opportunity they have been waiting for? Now that victory is in sight, the casual cultivators are like chicken blood, and their attacks are suddenly more fierce. Even some cultivators who were originally hiding behind and being lazy have rejoined the siege team.
Victory was in sight, and those Qi-refining cultivators also showed joy on their faces. Zizhu Weng said, "This Netherworld Immortal has already shown signs of defeat. It's up to us now."
Qingsongke was happy in his heart, but his face remained calm. He reminded, "We can't be too happy. I saw his eyes floating. He was obviously considering the retreat. We also have to guard against this guy's escape. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"
Jia Ting next to him said, "This is not a problem. All of our Qi-refining cultivators will spread out and form an encirclement. This time he will have no chance to escape. But I'll make it clear first, this time you are not allowed to bully us single cultivators by relying on your numbers."
"Don't worry, Brother Jia, they are only three people in the Three Friends of Winter. If they really rely on their numbers, no one will agree." Master Miao said.
The current situation is different from the beginning. At that time, most of the Qi-refining cultivators were hiding quietly in the back. They had not figured out the situation yet, so they didn't come forward for the sake of caution. Only the Three Friends of Winter and Jia Ting were fighting, so whoever grabbed it might be his.
Now that so many people have contributed, there are more than 20 Qi Refining cultivators alone, including a Qi Refining mid-stage cultivator with a higher cultivation level than the Three Friends of Sui Han. How could they be allowed to do whatever they want?
In order to snatch the jade spirit marrow, the Three Friends of Sui Han did those things, and then caused a melee among the scattered cultivators, which triggered the Drop of Blood Demon Trapping Formation. Not only did they get nothing, but they almost killed everyone, which was equivalent to being a villain for nothing. Now that Jia Ting mentioned it again, the Purple Bamboo Old Man could only smile awkwardly and said, "Fellow Daoist Jia, you are joking."
The battle has reached this level, and there is no need to issue orders. Everyone knows what to do next. Those Qi Refining cultivators scattered to the side, blocking all the retreat routes of the Netherworld True Man. The remaining Kaimai Realm cultivators also scattered around, surrounding the Netherworld True Man in the middle.
At this time, the Red Plum Old Man took out his Red Plum Drum and exerted his strength on the drum surface, and then an invisible wave spread throughout the mine. The morale of the casual cultivators was greatly boosted when they heard it, but when the Netherworld Master heard it, his ears were buzzing, his blood was boiling, and his Qi circulation was a little blocked.
Taking this opportunity, Zizhu Weng raised his hand, and the purple short flute spun in the air, and then flew towards the Netherworld Master. The speed was amazing, much faster than the previous attacks, and the sharp sound of the wind combined with the whistle of the short flute was breathtaking.
Such an attack should not be underestimated. The Netherworld Master did not dare to neglect it. He quickly calmed down and dispelled the mental discomfort, then dodged the attack of the purple short flute.
The three friends of winter are of the same spirit, and the other two have taken action. The Green Pine Guest is naturally no exception. He has calculated the direction of the Netherworld Master's avoidance, and directly grabbed his pine wood harp and smashed it.
Because of the interference of the red plum drum, Zhenren Youming was a step slower when dodging the attack of the purple piccolo. Now he was attacked by Songmuqin again. It was too late to dodge and he could only use his body to block Songmuqin.
With a muffled sound, Qing Songke's pinewood harp hit the back of Youming Zhenren. The pinewood harp is a top-grade magic weapon with amazing attack power, but Youming Zhenren's corpse puppet corpse should not be underestimated, and its strength is comparable to that of a magic weapon. This time, they are evenly matched. Youming Zhenren just shook for a while and did not suffer much damage.
However, the attack of the Three Friends of Sui Han did not stop there. At this time, another drum sounded, and Youming Zhenren's blood and qi rolled, and his movements could not help but stagnate. The purple short flute circled in the air and hit his head again. At the same time, the pinewood harp suddenly made a bang, and a string shot out from the harp and pierced into Youming Zhenren's eyes.
The interference from the outside world and the attack from both sides made the Netherworld Master exhausted. If the Three Friends of Winter had attacked at the beginning, the Netherworld Master would have been in high spirits, with sufficient true energy and unrestricted movements, and could easily deal with the series of attacks from the Three Friends of Winter. At this time, he was already at the end of his strength, and it was a bit difficult to deal with it. He could only exchange injuries for injuries.
His head tilted to the side strangely, as if his neck had been broken by someone, avoiding the attack of the strings. At the same time, he did not retreat but advanced, grabbing the Qingsong Guest next to him.