Chapter 216 Red Pill

At this time, the head of the Netherworld Master behind him hummed a few times, and then flew directly from the body of Helan Feng, accelerated to the side of the headless body, and then circled a few times, and finally landed on the neck of the body.

The Netherworld Master raised his hands to straighten his head, then chanted something, pinched a complicated spell with his hands, and saw a flash of red light at the wound on his neck, and then he tried to move his head again, and it didn't fall again.

This Netherworld Master is really amazing, the chopped-off head can actually grow back, but that's all, the wound on his neck is still there, and a trace of blood oozes out from time to time, and the head is barely reattached. If the Netherworld Master can really restore the chopped-off head to its original state, then he is not in the foundation-building stage, and he would not have fallen to this point.

The Netherworld Master squatted down, touched Qingyang's face, and then opened his mouth and made some sounds. It was not known whether the head was not properly connected or the neck was leaking air, so the words were unclear. Qingyang listened attentively and took great effort to distinguish them clearly.

I only heard the Netherworld Master muttering to himself: "I am at the sixth level of the Kaimai Realm, and my strength is a little low, but I am young and have a good body. It seems that this is the only way."

The reason why he said this was that he wanted to possess another body. As a ghost cultivator, Netherworld Master also knew a lot about possessing another body. It was only because the situation was urgent before and he had not met a good target for possession that he placed his soul in the corpse puppet made from the corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother.

Now the corpse puppet made from the corpse of the Shadowless Ghost Mother was almost completely destroyed, with its head chopped off, one arm broken, and both legs seriously injured and not healed. It was impossible to repair it, and it had lost its value. The only way was to change a new body.

However, it is not so easy to change the body. Many low-level cultivators can only take over the body once in their lifetime. As a ghost cultivator, Youming Zhenren used to have a high level of cultivation. It has been many years since he last used the art of Yuanshen Residency. Now he can still try it.

Of course, because his strength has declined too much, he can't control the high-level cultivators. He can only barely suppress the Yuanshen of the Kaimai Realm cultivators. Moreover, he can't catch the cultivators with too high cultivation with his current ability. Helan Feng's body can be used, but he has been dead for a long time and can only be refined into a corpse puppet. Relatively speaking, Youming Zhenren is more willing to take over the body.

Thinking of this, Youming Zhenren touched his body with both hands, and found a bright red pill from somewhere. He took it in his hand and laughed at Qingyang. But his neck was not connected well, and there was some air leakage when he laughed, which sounded extremely weird. Combined with his creepy appearance and horrible injuries, Qingyang on the opposite side shuddered.

From the words and actions of the Netherworld Master, Qingyang had already guessed that this guy was going to take over his body. Qingyang had never experienced taking over a body, and he didn't know what the consequences would be after being taken over. However, since the Shadowless Ghost Mother couldn't rest in peace after her death, and her body was still being harmed by people, he knew that kind of taste was something he couldn't imagine.

Helan Feng was dead, and it was impossible for anyone to save him at this time. Seeing that the Netherworld Master was about to catch him and feed him the red pill, Qingyang couldn't care about anything else. He moved his mind and hid in the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd.

As for whether the existence of the Drunken Immortal Gourd would be exposed, Qingyang didn't care anymore. Fortunately, Helan Feng was dead, and there were only the two of them at the scene. Even if the Netherworld Master saw the problem, he shouldn't have the opportunity to talk about it with his identity as a street rat that everyone wanted to beat.

Sure enough, after Qingyang disappeared from his sight, the Netherworld Master couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't think that a living person who was seriously injured by him would suddenly disappear.

Did he use the escape talisman? No, the Escape Talisman is of a very low level. When it is used, there will be slight spatial fluctuations around it. Let's not talk about whether Qingyang can activate the Escape Talisman with his strength. Even if he can really activate it, the spatial fluctuations around him will be noticed by himself.

Is it a very advanced escape technique? It's unlikely. Even he doesn't know that kind of escape technique. How could he, a small cultivator in the middle stage of Kaimai Realm, have it? If it really exists, wouldn't it be better to use it when he was fighting with that person before? Both of them couldn't spare the energy to chase, and Kaimai Realm cultivators couldn't support the consumption of true energy for such a spell.

Is it some kind of illusion? It's also unlikely. Although his Yuanshen was severely damaged by the continuous casting of some spells, his foundation is still there. How could an illusion of a small Kaimai Realm level 6 cultivator be hidden from his detection?

Could it be some kind of space treasure? After practicing for more than a hundred years, Master Youming still has some experience. Low-level space treasures can only hold some dead things, but he has heard that some high-level space treasures can hold living people. However, even the Yuanying ancestors of the great sects of immortal cultivation that have been passed down for countless years do not have such things. How could a small casual cultivator like him have them?

This is not like it, and that is impossible. Even though Master Youming is knowledgeable, he can't guess what treasure Qingyang used and where he went.

However, Master Youming has experienced many storms after all. Although he can't figure out the specific situation, he didn't panic. The first priority now is not to find the little guy who disappeared, but to deal with the situation as soon as possible. As for whether the kid used any space treasure, as long as he stays here, he will come out sooner or later.

Of course, the Netherworld Master couldn't wait here forever. He stayed here mainly to heal his wounds, and waiting was just a side job. If the boy didn't come out when the cultivators from Yuling City came, he would have to let him go.

The Netherworld Master moved his body and felt that the corpse puppet of the Shadowless Ghost Mother was becoming less and less useful, and he had to replace it with a new one. There was no need to think about taking over the body. Now he didn't have the ability to catch another cultivator, but he could still use the art of Yuanshen's residence. The corpse next to him could be used.

Thinking of this, the Netherworld Master felt helpless. He was a master of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but he could only be wronged in a corpse puppet of the Open Meridian Stage. He was really going backwards. But there was nothing he could do about it. Who made him have bad luck and encounter these things one after another?

The Netherworld Master shook his head and stopped thinking about these headaches. He grabbed the corpse of Helan Feng on the ground, and didn't even go back to his original nest. He found a place against the wall and sat down next to him.