Chapter 206: Escape

This Netherworld Master took great pains to set up the Blood-Dripping Demon-Trapping Array in order to collect these souls and slowly refine them to repair his damaged souls and improve his cultivation. So far, he has collected nearly 200 souls, all of which are the souls of cultivators who died in this mine.

With these things, he has a chance to make a comeback, so he has been reluctant to take them out. Now that he is about to lose his life, what is the point of keeping the chance? In desperation, he had to use his final means of saving his life. After refining these souls through some simple means, he released them all.

Many casual cultivators did not know the methods of Netherworld Master, nor did they know that the cold energy with fluorescent light was the soul of the killed cultivator. They just felt that the surroundings suddenly became gloomy, but it did not cause any impact on everyone, so some cultivators became more proud and shouted: "Haha, it's okay, this guy is really bluffing, everyone come on!"

Is it really okay? Of course it was impossible. How could a dignified ghost cultivator in the foundation-building stage only have this little trick? The Netherworld Master sneered, opened his mouth and sprayed out a blood mist, and then muttered a series of unknown spells.

The Yuanshen floating in the air suddenly dispersed, screamed and rushed to the ground. Before everyone could react, a creaking sound came from the ground.

This situation was too weird. The casual cultivators couldn't help but look down. They saw that the bodies of the cultivators who had been dead for a long time, whether they were the dried corpses sucked by the blood trapping formation before, or the bloody corpses killed during the siege of the Netherworld Master, all moved.

Those corpses lying on the ground suddenly propped their arms on the ground, slowly raised their heads, and then stood up from the ground; those who fell on their backs also exerted force in their waists, sat up suddenly, and then groped to straighten their bodies. In a blink of an eye, there were nearly 200 humanoid monsters in the mine, not much less than the remaining monks.

Some of these people were intact, holding the magic weapons they used before, staring at the surroundings; some were beaten to pieces, but were not affected at all, and even grabbed thighs torn from other corpses as weapons; some had no flesh and blood on their bodies, just like a human skin wrapped around a skeleton, but their thin arms were particularly sharp.

Although all the monks present were monks, they were of low cultivation after all, and many of them had not yet gotten rid of the habits and psychology of ordinary people. Seeing this beyond the cognition of ordinary people and such a weird scene, the fear in their hearts can be imagined. Most of the monks lost their fighting spirit in an instant, and the rest were also uneasy in their hearts, not knowing whether they could deal with this scene.

"Kill!" The netherworld master shouted.

Then the nearly 200 humanoid monsters roared and rushed towards the other monks around them, and a melee broke out in the whole mine.

This is the secret method that the Netherworld Master has kept in his heart. After the sacrifice, the original memory of the cultivator's soul is wiped out, and bloodthirstiness and brutality become their nature. Once activated, they will completely become a killing machine, killing all the living creatures around them. Even the Netherworld Master who casts this method cannot control it. He can only wait until they kill each other to the last one, and then maybe they will stop.

This secret method is extremely difficult to cast, and it is extremely harmful to the caster himself, but at this time, the Netherworld Master can no longer care so much. What he wants is a quick death, rather than being tortured to death by these low-level casual cultivators. Everyone deserves to die, and no one can be spared.

This secret method also has a biggest disadvantage. The corpses on the ground can be temporarily activated, but their strength will be greatly reduced. After all, their souls have been processed and are not the original souls. The cultivation of the ninth level of the Kaimai Realm may only play 70% to 80%.

There are nearly 200 humanoid monsters. Although there are many in number, their strength is not very good. After all, most of those who can be killed in the melee are some weak ones. If the more than 200 cultivators present could unite, they could still win.

But the reason was still the same. The cultivators lacked trust in each other, and no one was willing to sacrifice for others in vain. In addition, due to the influence of this weird atmosphere, most of the cultivators had no fighting spirit at the beginning, and almost collapsed at the first touch. They fled if they could, and who would care about others?

In less than a quarter of an hour, only a few dozen cultivators in the mine were still resisting. A small half of the remaining ones were killed by those humanoid monsters, and more of them found opportunities to escape. These people did not want to leave, but were entangled and could not get away.

At this time, who would care about the jade spirit marrow, who would still care about the wealth and meritorious service of the foundation-building cultivators? If you have lost your life, what is the use of those things? Before, everyone relied on the large number of people and thought that they could grind the other party to death sooner or later, but now they found that this idea was wrong.

The Netherworld Master is so terrifying that he can revive the dead monks to help fight. No matter how many people come, it is useless. The more people we have, the fewer they die, while the more the enemy's men die. The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it is. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave the matter to those big men.

No one knows what is going on with those humanoid monsters, nor does anyone know whether they will really increase in number, and even more so, whether they will come out to hunt everyone after killing the besieged monks. The unknown is the most terrifying, and this matter is getting more and more scary, so no one dares to stay on the road casually, wishing that they could grow wings on their backs and fly away to Yuling City as soon as possible.

In the mine, Master Youming became weaker and weaker, but he couldn't help showing a relieved expression when he saw fewer and fewer monks on the field. Although the number of humanoid monsters that can fight is also decreasing, the remaining ones can't make any big waves, and destruction is a matter of time.

As for those who escaped, he no longer has the energy to chase them. The most important thing now is to capture these people in front of him, collect their souls and go back to treat their injuries, and then leave Yuling Mountain as soon as possible, so as not to be blocked by the senior monks of Yuling City who rushed over after knowing the news.

As time went by, the number of monks who could stand became fewer and fewer. Among them, there were more than a dozen who fought desperately to break through and escaped by luck, but more were killed. And there were only a few dozen humanoid monsters left, and they were still fighting tirelessly.

Master Youming did not wait to see the final outcome, because he knew that the remaining monks would not be able to survive, and those humanoid monsters would kill each other after killing the monks, and would not even let him, the spellcaster, go, so he had to leave.