The figure of the third-order living dead was blocked by the Soul Gathering Banner, and after only a slight pause, he came towards Qingyang again, Qingyang's other means had been exhausted, and the only way was to hide in the Drunken Immortal Hu. But that was the last retreat of the last resort, once he hid in it, and when the third-order living dead healed his injuries outside and his strength returned to his peak state, he would no longer have a chance to defeat him.

Could it be that he will be blocked forever in the drunken fairy and can't go out in the future? In desperation, Qingyang had no choice but to shout at the Soul Gathering Banner: "Ghost King senior, you're going to die, hurry up and come out to save your life." ”

Seeing that the third-order living dead were about to catch Qingyang, the Soul Gathering Banner on the ground actually flew directly from the ground and blocked Qingyang's body. The living dead couldn't regain their momentum, and grabbed the soul gathering flag, and when he saw the soul gathering flag shake violently, he shook the living dead's hand back.

At the same time, the Soul Gathering Banner suddenly bloomed with a black light, covering the body of the living dead, and the injured parts of the third-order living dead seemed to have been corroded by something, slowly turning black, and black smoke was constantly emitting out.

The third-order living dead were taken aback by an accident, and they couldn't care about arresting Qingyang anymore, so they hurriedly retreated two or three feet away, avoiding the black light on the Soul Gathering Banner. The response of the living dead was still very timely, out of the range of light, and the blackened parts of the body gradually returned to their original color.

After receiving this attack, the third-order living dead were much more cautious, standing in the distance staring at the Soul Gathering Banner in front of Qing Yang, their eyes full of fear.

At this moment, a black mist suddenly emerged from the Soul Gathering Banner, which soon enveloped the surrounding area of two or three feet, and then a shadow floated out.

This shadow has horns on its head and an old face, it is the one-horned ghost king who has been hiding in the soul gathering flag. I haven't seen it for ten years, and the one-horned ghost king has also undergone some changes, the original illusory shadow has condensed a lot, and there is a little more expression on his face, and it seems that he has recovered well.

Seeing Qingyang, the one-horned ghost king stretched his waist and said: "Xiaoyou, didn't you say okay, don't disturb the king to rest and sleep, my natal spirit has been damaged too much, I can only rely on sleep to replenish slowly, I was woken up by you once, I don't know how long it will take to raise it back." ”

Seeing the one-horned ghost king chattering endlessly, Qingyang hurriedly said: "Senior ghost king, now is not the time to say this, people are about to die, I am still waiting for you to save my life." ”

Hearing Qingyang's words, the One-Horned Ghost King also noticed the third-order living dead in front of him, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Huh? What kind of monster is this? The cultivation is not high, but this strength is comparable to that of a foundation building monk, who has a human form but no spiritual wisdom, could it be a new ghost path exercise? ”

Before the one-horned ghost king could figure out why, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and his face suddenly changed, and he said, "It's not good, why has my cultivation regressed?" Little friend, what the hell is going on? Are you hurting me? ”

After ten years of cultivation, the one-horned ghost king absorbed most of the monks in the Soul Gathering Banner, and finally raised his cultivation to the level of the late stage of Qi refining.

However, after all, the one-horned ghost king is a well-informed person, and it didn't take long for him to see a hint from the changes in his cultivation, combined with the third-order living dead in front of him, he quickly had a rough judgment, and muttered to himself: "The change in cultivation seems to be the outside formation prohibition at work, and it has been forcibly suppressed, it seems that the level of this mountain protection array is not low." If that's the case, the impact is not big, and it will slowly recover in the future, but the cultivation has been greatly suppressed, and it will be more difficult to deal with the monster in front of you. ”

The one-horned ghost king was still thinking about countermeasures, but the third-order living dead in front of him couldn't wait, so he took this opportunity to rush over. The one-horned ghost king was suddenly taken aback, and said, "I'll go, and I won't even give time to prepare, how can this king be good?" ”

As the one-horned ghost king spoke, the movements in his hands did not delay at all, and he didn't know what to do, and then there was a soft click, and the single horn on his head was actually separated, and then like an arrow from the string, it shot into the heart of the third-order living dead.

The speed of both of them was extremely fast, and by the time Qingyang had just seen what was going on, the ghost king's single horn had already shot into the chest of the third-order living dead. The one-horned ghost king's means, the living dead didn't have time to stop it at all, and then the one-horned instantly exploded inside his abdominal cavity.

The force of the explosion was so great that it blew up the entire abdominal cavity, and it was so black that it was impossible to see anything clearly, and at this time the living dead could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Qingyang stood behind in a daze, didn't speak for a long time, and the third-order living dead that he and Wei Yufeng couldn't defeat with all their efforts were just solved by the one-horned ghost king. Qing Yang had already been mentally prepared, knowing that the One-Horned Ghost King had a wide range of knowledge and methods, and it should not be too difficult to defeat this third-order living dead, but he would never have thought that it would be so easy anyway.

This trick is really powerful, and I don't know if I can learn it, after a long time, Qingyang licked his face and said: "Ghost King senior, you are really good, can you teach me this method?" ”

After releasing his one-horn, the one-horned ghost king's face suddenly had a hint of malaise, and his figure seemed to have become a lot darker, and this move seemed to hurt his vitality.

After listening to Qingyang's words, the one-horned ghost king said angrily: "You kid, don't gloat, this is the king's natal skill as a ghost cultivator, and it is not something that you ordinary monks can learn at all." Do you know how much Natal Soul this trick will consume from this king? With this consumption, at least the previous ten years have been in vain. The natal essence of the ghost cultivator is more important than the natal essence blood of the monk, and I don't know when the king will be able to return to his peak state. ”

The One-Horned Ghost King sighed a few words, and then without waiting for Qingyang to speak, he said again: "This time the consumption is too much, I need to go back immediately to catch up on sleep, and the matter here will be left to you." It's easy to restore cultivation, but without the support of a strong natal spirit, it's like a castle in the air, but it's too troublesome to replenish the natal spirit, remember, try not to bother me if it's okay. ”

After finishing speaking, the one-horned ghost king's body flashed, and he entered the Soul Gathering Flag, and the surrounding black fog was also taken back, and then the Soul Gathering Flag fell to the ground with a click.

The one-horned ghost king appeared and disappeared quickly, but he finally helped himself, got rid of the third-order living dead of the song, and solved his biggest crisis at present. Qingyang shook his head, picked up the Soul Gathering Banner from the ground, and put it back into the Drunken Immortal Gourd.