At this moment, Yang Qi doesn't know if he can still be called a person.

Because he has completely fallen into a state of uncontrol.

The corpses of the ghost soldiers everywhere, he went around frantically gnawing and sucking their blood, this may be the physiological reaction of the blood skeleton, or maybe it is the choice made by the remaining reason of Yang Qi's brain, after all, maybe sucking enough blood can completely offset the toxicity of Potuo's blood poison, otherwise he should have died completely long ago.

It's a pity that until Yang Qi sucked up the last mouthful of ghost soldier's blood, the miserable situation on his body still showed no signs of dissipating.

"Brother Dao......"

"Kill me......"

"Quick——! Kill me——! ”

It wasn't until the barely audible muffled voice roared out from the depths of Yang Qi's throat that Puguan Dao barely broke free from the shock.

Now Yang Qi, it looks like a person who has been skinned, with his feet as the center, the flesh and blood that has been regenerated and melted has flowed to more than ten meters away, dyeing the entire ground crimson, two terrifying eyeballs looked directly at the Puguan Taoist, the red palm struggled to reach him, the mouth was so wide that it seemed to be able to swallow anyone's head, the Puguan Taoist felt that he was looking at a devil, and his whole body was numb uncontrollably.

"Kill...... I ......"

Maybe Yang Qi said a long time, but the extremely hoarse voice, almost as if it came from another world, terrifying, these two words are the only two words that Puguan Daoist can hear clearly from that voice.

"Brother Yang Qi-" Puguan Daoist finally moved his legs and took two steps forward, Yang Qi seemed to want to meet him, but his body was tilted, but his feet were still stuck on the ground, and it seemed that he would fall down at any time.

It's easy to think about what kind of pain Yang Qi is going through right now.

I can't imagine what kind of pain Yang Qi is experiencing now.

The melting and regeneration continued, and without stopping, Yang Qi began to roar more and more violently, and the words in his mouth could no longer be heard. Puguan Dao's heart is like a knife, and he understands that Yangqi asked him to kill himself in order to get rid of this pain and seek liberation.

Killing your long-time friend with your own hands is not an easy choice.

However, this is another decision that must be made.

What's the point of letting Yangqi continue to suffer like this? There is no point, the Puguan Taoist understands that since they are friends, he must follow the wishes of the other party.

"Brother Yangqi, I'm sorry—"

"Ah————!!!!h

In the midst of Yang Qi's screams that resounded through the heavens and the earth, a spell slowly flowed out.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi Root, Sun and Moon Infinite, Qiankun Borrows the Law!"

A thunderbolt flew out, from the palm of the Puguan Taoist straight to Yang Qi's chest, just as the flesh and blood of Yang Qi melted, the heart was beating naked in the chest, Puguan Dao's heart sank, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth, with his experience, he knew very well that this blow would definitely make anyone's heart stop beating, and there was no difference between the person who was struck by the thunder.

Because he has poured out all his mana, even if the technique created by him is not harmful, but when it is used in this way, no one will be able to withstand it.

He is the realm of a generation of grandmasters.

Not to mention that Yangqi may no longer be human.

But in the next second, something happened that shocked the Puguan Taoist.

I saw that the thunder light exploded in Yang Qi's chest, but it only blew away a few muscles, and there were a few more inconspicuous gaps in the bones, but then, those gaps healed automatically.

"Ah——!h Another scream, Yang Qi not only did not die, but the muscle regeneration continued, Puguan Daoist was shocked to the extreme, he didn't expect that the regeneration and creation ability of the blood of these ghost soldiers had reached such a point, plus the blood skeleton was invulnerable, that is to say, the current Yang Qi, has reached ......

"Immortal realm......" Puguan Daoren's lips trembled, and he subconsciously said this.

Who would have thought that the blood poison of Potuo and the blood of the ghost soldiers would form a delicate balance in Yang Qi's body, and the immortality technique that the king had been searching for was actually the answer.

At this moment, Yang Qi's figure suddenly became shorter, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and his screams became weak little by little.

Puguan Taoist swallowed his Adam's apple and forced himself to wake up from his jaw-dropping, and this time, he mustered up enough courage to come to Yang Qi and kneel down with him.

I only heard the Puguan Taoist put his hands on his shoulders and said firmly: "Brother Yangqi, since I can't kill you, then I will definitely save you back." ”

The two eyeballs fell to the ground with a "click" sound, but there were flesh balls in the eye sockets, and I don't know if Yang Qi can still see it now.

But the Puguan Taoist didn't think much about it, but immediately exercised his strength, and poured all the mana of his body into the body of Yang Qi, which could regenerate not only the blood of ghost soldiers, but also the medical skills of any door.

In just a few seconds, the Puguan Daoist felt a burst of emptiness all over his body, such a large mana consumption, whether it would have an impact on lifespan, he himself couldn't say, but soon, a miracle happened, Yang Qi's body actually had some signs of stability, and the frequency of melting and regeneration was not as frequent as just now.

Maybe it was the effect of medical skills, or maybe it was the effect of the blood of the ghost soldiers that was constantly appearing, and the Puguan Daoist couldn't help laughing and continued to send out the mana.

Even if doing so will cost his life, he will definitely not hesitate to do so.

Maybe Yangqi can really recover, even if it's just a fluke, Puguan Daoist still sees hope.

Gradually, it seemed to be dark, but the Puguan Taoist knew that this was just his illusion, and the next second, he couldn't control his eyes and fainted.

He no longer knew what was going on around him.

……

I don't know how long it took, the Puguan Taoist woke up again, he opened his eyes a little bit, turned his head, and saw the night sky, now the sky is really dark.

Recalling the previous incident, the Puguan Taoist hurriedly struggled to get up, and he almost fell down again due to the weakness of his body.

Suddenly, when he turned around, he saw a red man sitting quietly on the table beside him, like a piece of dried meat, and only a human figure could be roughly recognized.

"Yang Qi...... Elder brother......? ”

The Puguan Taoist was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively.

The red man slowly raised his head, his dark eye sockets looked at the Puguan Taoist, and after a long time, he replied: "Brother Dao—"

When the Puguan Taoist heard this, he couldn't help but gasp.

The voice vibrated deeply, obviously silent, but it made people tremble uncontrollably, it really didn't seem like a human being.

But he is indeed a yang chess, and it is a yang chess that still retains his sanity.

"Brother Yangqi—you—have you always been like this......?"

Yang Qi let out a strange laugh, nodded his head, and said, "It will still melt after a while, but at most it can only be restored to the way it is now......

Puguan Taoist was stunned: "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"Two days and two nights."

Puguan Daoist was at a loss for a while, thought about it, or walked to the table and sat down with Yang Qi.

It seems that this is a foregone conclusion.

"Perhaps, you'll never die again, and that's probably a good thing."

After a long time, the Puguan Taoist had no choice but to say such a reluctantly comforting sentence.

"Heh-ha-" Yang Qi shook his head, unable to tell any emotion from his expression.

"To live, like a ghost, to suffer the pain of being torn apart forever?"

"Maybe there will be a way......" When Puguan Taoist said this, he didn't have much confidence.

"Brother Dao, you are well-informed, if you don't even know what to do, do you think I still have hope?"

No one can understand the desperation that accompanies Yangqi's words.

During the period when Puguan Taoist was in a coma, he didn't know how many ways he had tried to commit suicide.

Self-killing, it's useless, the wound will heal instantly, cutting off the head, it won't work, the bones that are harder than blood skeletons can already withstand any kind of attack.

He's a real immortal now.

"I admit it... I can't ......," the Puguan Daoist let out a long sigh and could only answer truthfully, "But, maybe those ghost soldiers have." ”

"Ghost soldiers? Why?! Yang Qi's tone seemed to be excited for a moment, and he hurriedly asked.

The Puguan Daoist laughed miserably, he knew that this was just an attempt, perhaps an even more unreliable attempt than the Susheng Altar.

"Those ghost soldiers have such terrifying abilities, and they may be able to restore you to your original self, but in any case, we should at least try it first—don't give up hope easily."

Yang Qi heard the words and pondered for a long time.

After a long time, he spoke again: "Brother Dao, then do you have a way to find the traces of those ghost soldiers?" ”

The Puguan Taoist hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Maybe you can give it a try." ”

Yang Qi looked up to the sky and sighed for a while, as if crying and laughing, and in the end, he had to say quietly: "Then... Please, Brother Dao......"

After a short time, the two of them came to the crack left by the ghost soldiers when they fled, and the Puguan Taoist raised his right hand, and with a gesture, a point of light flew out of his hand, and then quickly flew into the gap.

Immediately afterwards, the Puguan Taoist took out a compass, and the pointer on it turned rapidly at first, but soon stabilized again, pointing in a certain direction to the northwest.

"Spiritual power will bring us to the end of the rift, and I hope those ghost soldiers don't leave the rift, then we will definitely be able to catch up."

Puguan Taoist explained, Yang Qi answered, took a piece of red cloth on the messy ground, barely used it as a red robe, covered his body, and the two led two fast horses, a Taoist and a red-clothed man, and immediately chased them out in the northwest direction.