This Netherworld True Man has gone to great lengths to set up a blood-dripping demon trapping array, just to collect these primordial gods, turn around and slowly refine them, so that they can be used to repair their damaged primordial gods and improve their cultivation, so far they have collected nearly two hundred, all of them are monks and primordial gods who died in this mine.

With these things, he has a chance to make a comeback, so he has been reluctant to take it out, and now he is even going to lose his life, what is the use of keeping the opportunity? In desperation, he had no choice but to use his final life-saving means, and after refining these primordial gods through some simple means, he released them all.

Many casual cultivators didn't know the methods of the Netherworld True People, and they didn't know that those cold energy with fluorescent glow was the primordial spirit of the killed monks, they just felt that there was a sudden wind around them, but it didn't have any impact on everyone, so some monks were even more proud, and shouted: "Haha, it's okay, this guy is really bluffing, everyone!" ”

Is it really okay? Of course it is impossible, how could a dignified ghost path monk in the foundation building period only have this means, the netherworld real man sneered, opened his mouth and spewed out a blood mist, and then said a series of unknown incantations in his mouth.

I saw that those primordial spirits floating in the air suddenly dispersed, and rushed to the ground with a scream, and before everyone could react, there was a creaking sound on the ground.

This situation was so weird that the scattered cultivators couldn't help but look down, only to see that the corpses of the monks who had been dead for a long time, whether it was the dried corpses that had been sucked by the blood-dripping demon trapping array before, or the bloodstained corpses that had not dried up when they were killed when they besieged the Netherworld Zhenren later, all of them moved.

The corpses lying on the ground suddenly put their arms on the ground, slowly raised their heads, and then stood up from the ground; Those who fell on their backs also sat up abruptly as soon as they were forced to do so, and then groped their way up straight. In the blink of an eye, there were nearly two hundred humanoid monsters in the mine, no less than the remaining monks.

Some of these people were intact, and they still held the magic weapons they had used before, staring at their surroundings; Some of their bodies were beaten and mutilated, but they were not affected in the slightest, and even grabbed their thighs torn from other corpses as weapons; Some of them have no flesh and blood, like a human skin wrapped around a skeleton, but their thin arms are exceptionally sharp.

Although all the people present are monks, but after all, their cultivation is low, and many people have not yet gotten rid of the habits and psychology of ordinary people. Most of the monks lost their fighting spirit in an instant, and the rest were worried in their hearts, not knowing if they could cope with this kind of scene.

"Kill!" Nether real man shouted.

Then I saw that the nearly two hundred humanoid monsters roared and rushed towards the other monks around them, and a scuffle suddenly broke out in the entire mine.

This is the secret method of the Netherworld True Man pressing the bottom of the box, and the monks who have been sacrificed have their original memories erased, and bloodthirsty and brutality have become their nature. Once activated, it will completely become a killing machine, killing all the living creatures around it, even the Nether True Beings who perform this method cannot control it, and they can only wait until they kill each other to the last one, and maybe it will stop.

This kind of secret method is extremely difficult to cast, and it is extremely damaging to the caster himself, but at this time, the Netherworld True Man can't manage so much, what he wants is a pleasure, not to be aggrieved by these low-level cultivators, everyone deserves to die, and no one can be spared.

There is also one of the biggest drawbacks of this secret method, the corpses on the ground can be temporarily activated, but the strength will be greatly reduced, after all, their Yuan Shen has been dealt with, not the original Yuan Shen, and the cultivation of the ninth layer of the Open Pulse Realm in the past may only play seven or eight percent.

Nearly two hundred humanoid monsters, although there are a large number, the strength is not very good, after all, most of the people who can be killed in the melee are some people with poor strength. If the more than 200 monks present could unite, they would still be able to win.

But it's still that reason, the casual cultivators lack trust in each other, and no one is willing to sacrifice for others in vain, coupled with the influence of this strange atmosphere, so at the beginning, most of the scattered cultivators have no fighting spirit, and they are almost collapsing at the touch of a button, and they can escape, who can take care of others?

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only a few dozen monks left in the cave who were still resisting, and a small half of the rest were killed by those humanoid monsters, and more were looking for an opportunity to escape.

At this time, who can still care about the jade spirit chalcedony, and who still has the heart to think about the net worth and meritorious service of the foundation building monks? My life is gone, what's the use of those things? Before, everyone was still relying on the large number of people, thinking that sooner or later they could grind each other to death, but now they realize that this idea is very wrong.

The Netherworld is really terrifying, it can resurrect the dead monks to help fight, no matter how many people come, it is useless, the more their own people die, the less they die, and the more the other party's subordinates die, the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it is, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, and the matter is still left to those big people to deal with.

No one knew what was going on with those humanoid monsters, or if they would really grow more and more, and if they would come out to hunt everyone down after killing the besieged monks. The unknown is the most frightening, and this matter wants to be more terrifying, so no one dares to stop on the road casually, and they can't wait to have wings on their backs and fly to the Gray Jade Spirit City as soon as possible.

In the mine, the Netherworld True Man became weaker and weaker, but looking at the fewer and fewer monks on the field, he couldn't help but show a relieved expression. Although the number of humanoid monsters that can fight is also getting smaller and smaller, the rest can't make any big waves, and it is a matter of time before they are destroyed.

As for those who escaped, he no longer had the energy to chase after him, the most important thing now was to take down these people in front of him, collect their primordial spirits and go back to suppress the 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 passed, the number of monks who were able to stand became smaller and smaller, and more than a dozen of them managed to escape with their lives, but many more were killed. And those humanoid monsters, there are only a few dozen left, and they are still fighting tirelessly.

Nether didn't wait to see what the final outcome was, because he knew that the remaining monks would not survive, and those humanoid monsters would kill each other after killing the monks, even he, the spellcaster, so he had to leave.