The living dead who became a disciple in the last trial had such strength, so how powerful should the living dead become in the disciples of the previous trial or two? I'm afraid they're almost as good as the foundation monks, right? When an ordinary disciple encounters it, I am afraid that there is only one way to die. It seems that in this trial, the danger not only comes from the demon beasts and other trial disciples, but the living dead are also a huge threat.

Of course, the more powerful the living dead, the smaller the number of people, and it is not easy to encounter. The trial in the Chaos Demon Valley is once every twenty years, even if you participate in the trial in your thirties, you are in your seventies after two trials, and even if you can escape the hunt of the trial disciples, you will run out of life and die.

This living dead man has obviously been hiding in the thorn bush for a long time, and the original target is likely to be himself, if these two guys didn't come out halfway and attract the attention of the living dead, he was afraid that he would suffer, and in the absence of defense, Qingyang would not be able to defend himself at all.

The living dead didn't need a man to be seriously injured in a move, but he paused slightly, and then pounced on the other party again, seeing that the living dead were about to get closer, but he was seriously injured and couldn't dodge, so the man didn't need to be terrified, and shouted: "Save me, brother, come and save me." ”

The accident just now had actually alarmed the stout man, and he was also startled by the sudden appearance of the living dead, if the two brothers were not injured, they might be able to fight together, and now the brothers are seriously injured, and they are about to die, how can they be the opponent of the living dead?

No matter how good the thing is, it must have a life to enjoy, no matter how close the brother is, it is not as precious as his own life, thinking of this, the stout man's heart suddenly had the idea of escaping. The man who didn't need to think that his call for help not only did not attract his brother, but made him retreat, just because there were countless alcoholic bees around him, and he couldn't run away for the time being.

The living dead who have lost their minds are left with only the instinct to survive, and they don't need the man's body to be food in their eyes, and how can the beast care about anything else in the face of food? Before the man's cry for help fell, the living dead had already pounced on him, grabbed his hand to the ground, picked up the bearded man, and gnawed at him.

Carried by the living dead, the man who didn't need to resist couldn't move, he could only watch the living dead gnaw a piece of flesh on his body, chewing in his mouth with the blood on his face, this fear, this torture, this despair, it is impossible to describe in words.

"Help, brother, I don't want to die, come and save me, ah......" The man cried out in despair, trying to let the stout man save him, but the more he did this, the more scared the stout man became, and he wanted to find a chance to escape.

Suddenly seeing Qingyang in the chaos, the beardless man seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and cried: "Fellow Daoist, I don't want the purple vein fruit, I'll give it to you, and the things on my body, I'll give you everything, I just ask you to save my life, ah......"

This person was still quick to kill Qingyang just now, but now it has become his lifeline, not to mention whether he can believe his words, even if Qingyang is willing to save, he doesn't dare to step forward at this time. Because Qingyang understands that for fierce beasts without intelligence, the more they eat, the more difficult it is to provoke, and if they rush up at this time, they will be asking for trouble for themselves.

After cultivating immortals, Qingyang can be regarded as well-informed, but he has never seen a monk being eaten alive by a humanoid monster, this kind of death is too cruel, Qingyang didn't dare to look at it more, he hurriedly turned his head away, and quietly retreated to the stout man and the alcoholic bee, lest the living dead should notice himself first after eating the bearded man.

The stout man rushed left and right, tried many times in a row and did not escape from the encirclement of the drunken bee, seeing Qingyang coming, his attitude suddenly softened, and said: "Fellow Daoist, let's meet in Pingshui, I didn't mean to offend you, I was completely instigated by Brother Owen, please accept these spirit worms and let me live, how about it?" ”

Looking at this person's shameless face, Qingyang sneered: "Didn't you shout at me just now, and now you know that you are begging for mercy?" Let me let you go, absolutely impossible. ”

Seeing that Qingyang was unmoved, the stout man hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, now is the best chance to escape, after the living dead kill my brother, he will definitely come back to chase and kill us, but it will be too late by then?" Aren't you afraid to give your life here? ”

"I think it's safer than the living dead." Qingyang Road.

Seeing that the voice of the man who didn't need to call for help not far away had stopped, it seemed that he had been dead for a long time, and the living dead might soon chase after him, the stout man pleaded: "Fellow Daoist, I know you can't trust me, otherwise, I can do you a favor, let's join forces to kill this living dead, not only the purple veined fruit belongs to you, but even the things on my brother's body belong to you, how about it?" ”

"You think I'm a three-year-old? Let's join forces to force the living dead back, and then turn against me, what's yours? How can such a person be easily believed? Qingyang made up his mind that he would not let this person go.

Seeing that the living dead might rush over at any time, and he said all the good things, but the other party still refused to let go, the stout man was in a hurry, and rushed outside regardless of it, compared to being stung by a drunken bee a few times, he felt that the threat of the living dead was greater.

Ignoring the danger in this way, the stout man found a gap in the encirclement of the drunken bee and rushed out. Two ordinary alcoholic bees stung him on the back, only to find that he seemed to have defensive weapons on his body, and did not hurt him.

Seeing that he was about to be safe, the stout man said hatefully to Qingyang: "Boy, you wait for me, and come back to settle accounts with you." ”

How could Qingyang let him out? Seeing that the other party dared to speak cruelly to himself at this time, he was really unrepentant. Qingyang smiled slightly, and then raised his hand, and the other three purple-backed alcoholic bees also flew out, blocking all the escape routes in front of the stout man.

was about to get out of the encirclement, the stout man couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, and even calculated in his heart, first find a place to hide, wait for the living dead to retreat, and then find a few helpers to find trouble with this kid, not only revenge, but also harvest good things such as purple fruit.

I calculated very well in my heart, but when I looked up, I suddenly found that there were three more spirit insects in front of me, judging from the breath of the spirit insects, the strength was even more powerful than the three leading ones just now, six qi refining level spirit insects with a group of ordinary spirit insects, does this still have its own way of life?