The Daily Life of the Immortal King

There are many types of backlash. The science section of the Encyclopedia of Cultivation is divided into five regular levels according to the lethality of backlash.

According to Song Qingshu's judgment, the backlash lethality of the old goatee has reached the fourth level... The spiritual pressure that came back from the backlash gathered in the body and could not be released. In addition, the old goatee struggled with his own strength, which led to this spiritual pressure. Tianling Gai made his head so big...

In this state, if you do not seek medical attention in time, it is likely to enter a persistent vegetative state. Also known as vegetative people in the secular world.

Compared with the cultivators of the God Transformation stage, even if Song Qingshu has a shallow experience, he is still a Nascent Soul stage. No matter how stupid you are in front of this group of people, you can see that the old goatee has been attacked! The spiritual pressure condensed by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Sense Great Array was counterattacked back... and this backlash only had an impact on the main formation of the formation.

Song Qingshu was horrified, I'm a god... this can be reversed.

Who is the boy in that villa?

Before Song Qingshu was overwhelmed, the old goatee had collapsed in the rear compartment, foaming at the mouth, and began to talk nonsense in a daze.

"Not good! It's Reiatsu backlash! Let's see... What level of backlash is this?"

Several people on the side surrounded them one after another, and the light of this round of heaven and earth spirit perception formation under their feet quickly dimmed, and it was self-defeating.

The second saint frowned, and after a spiritual sense probed, he was stunned: "Damn it! It's the fourth level!"

Hearing this, the rest of the Eight Sages were also stunned, and immediately lowered their heads, showing a painful expression.

They couldn't be more clear about what the concept of the fourth level was.

Although this situation is not fatal, the probability of becoming a vegetative person in the future is as high as 90%. Even if you can wake up, your cultivation will be greatly reduced! And it is very likely that you will never be able to practice again for the rest of your life!

For a cultivator who has had a powerful state, it becomes a waste person who cannot cultivate. It's scarier than death.

In the slightly quiet carriage, after a long silence, there was suddenly a wailing sound. Who would have thought that this mission, which was determined to be won, would make the signboard of the Ten Saints no longer exist.

The senior brothers hugged the old goatee's legs and began to cry bitterly: "Eldest brother! Senior brother wake up!"

"Senior brother, your ranking of King's Glory is still close to being the King!"

The second saint put his arms around the old goatee's shoulders and held the old hands tightly: "Senior brother! Our brothers are of the same mind! You must hold on! Please live strong!"

I saw that the old goatee squinted his eyes and raised his hand laboriously: "I... I'm still... I'm not dead... As long as you... one person transports 10% of your cultivation and passes it on to me... I I think I can save you..."

In the cockpit in front of the RV, Song Qingshu and his male subordinates in suits choked up.

The brothers and sisters worked together to deal with the catastrophe. I was so moved!

Song Qingshu has always been a person with low tears...

Just when he felt that his tears were about to stay, the second sage, the old-fashioned mustache, stretched out his hand...

Slowly put it on the neck of the old goatee...

Then.

Just strangled him to death...

"!!!"

Song Qingshu and the man in the suit were both stunned.

"Second Saint Senior, you are..."

The Second Sage shook his head painfully: "I am helping Senior Brother out of the sea of ​​misery. Even if he is rescued... in the future, he is destined to be a disabled one."

"But the great sage said that as long as you each have a 10% cultivation base..."

Second Sage: "Can you believe the nonsense of a dying man on his deathbed?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the picture from the monitor. Before the great saint died, he opened his eyes wide and stared at his second junior brother. I didn't expect that the person who finally sent him to hell would be his own classmate.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a long time: "..." This Tamar is clearly dead!

This was supposed to be a touching drama about the brothers who cut off the money, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a tragic and bitter drama about brothers fighting against the wall.

Now, Song Qingshu feels that his brain hurts very much, and he has no idea how to write the final report of the victory.

"Elder Brother, you have a good journey..."

The Second Sage turned his hands and closed the eyelids of the old goatee: "Don't worry, your revenge, Junior Brother will definitely help you avenge it!"

Song Qingshu: "..." This Tamar was clearly strangled by you!

On the side, several senior brothers were still wiping their tears: "Second senior brother, don't blame yourself, senior senior brother has a spirit in the sky, and he will definitely understand second senior brother!"

The Second Sage clenched his fists and stood up, his blue dao shirt fluttering with a surge of spiritual pressure: "Brothers! The elder brothers are gone, the sadness of the past cannot stop us from taking revenge!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of warm applause from all around, and several brothers and sisters burst into tears.

In the end, the three saints stabilized their minds, and as the representative of the rest of the people said, "I have never been lonely since the tenth saint's debut. Now that the senior brother has gone, I shall fully obey the arrangement of the second senior brother!"

"it is good!"

The Second Sage nodded, and while he was speaking, he recited the law, and a purple light flashed from his hand.

In time, the dead goatee's storage bag responded, and a thick and powerful Zen staff flew out of it and appeared in his hand. The Second Sage slammed the Zen staff to the ground, and a terrifying spiritual pressure swept in all directions!

The strong ghost breath overwhelmed the audience, making people feel unable to breathe for a moment.

The remaining Eight Saints showed shocking expressions in their eyes and exclaimed, "The Battle of the Night Ghosts!"

Song Qingshu stared at the picture from the monitor, and his heart was like a shocking wave rolling in... Because this night ghost battle was a magic weapon forged by the real snakeskin back then, but because it was too evil, it was handed by the real snakeskin. It's sealed!

This is a first-class fairy weapon, not only powerful. In addition, it also has a special performance - after each owner of the Battle of the Night Ghosts dies, the soul will be swallowed up by the Battle of the Night Ghost, thus intensifying the power of ghosts! It can be stacked up to ten times! Make it exert its power beyond the immortal weapon...

"Back then, after the Master found the Battle of the Night Ghosts, he passed the staff to the Senior Brother when he was sitting in a state! Now, the Senior Brother died, and his soul was also integrated into the Battle of the Night Ghosts! Today , I am the third master of this night ghost battle. In place of the will of the big brother, come to avenge him! No matter who your young man is, I will cut off his head today! I will use his blood to water it. Big Brother's Tombstone!"

After the Second Sage finished speaking, he held the Zen staff in his hand and snorted softly: "The ghost is here!"

The Zen staff paused again on the ground. A ghost general with a green face, invisible to the naked eye, quickly condensed above the void. Every tusk of the ghost general was as thick as ivory, and it stood up to four meters. How high!

In front of the cockpit, Song Qingshu and the man in the suit beside him felt that they were trembling all over, and they were completely unable to exert their strength. At the same time, the two of them had a feeling of being pressed by a ghost.

Then, the second sage pointed the Zen stick, and the spiritual sense directly locked the location of the villa.

The ghost general immediately opened his fangs and rushed towards the villa with a vicious face!

Even though it is huge in size, it is extremely fast!

Wherever I passed... the ground was sunken, and all the flowers and plants were wilted and withered in an instant.

Inside the carriage, Song Qingshu and Nine Saints were watching.

Soon, however, they discovered a terrifying fact...

Because the ghost general who rushed to the Thunder Throwing True Monarch villa turned back halfway...

Different from the fierce expression when he rushed over before, the expression of this ghost general is obviously a look of panic!

It was as if he had encountered some wild beast, and he was so frightened that he withdrew into the Battle of the Night Ghosts, without even saying hello!

No one would have imagined that the power of the ghosts would not be released and would return to the original path without any movement.

The huge power of ghosts slammed into the battle of night ghosts, causing the second saint to twitch hysterically and madly like an electric shock.

The Second Saint gritted his teeth, his expression painful.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that the five fingers of the second saint's right hand had been shattered by the residual force of the Zen staff, and the entire right hand was bleeding like a stream.

And as the Battle of the Night Ghost lost its support, it fell to the ground with a bang... Everyone saw the head of the Second Saint, which was getting bigger and bigger...

In front of the monitor, Song Qingshu was shocked: "Senior Ersheng... What's the matter with you?"

Ersheng looked at his right hand that had lost five fingers: "I'm in COS Doraemon! Don't be blind if you don't understand!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Second Sage snorted and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

The Second Sage endured the body being impacted by the power of the ghost, and at this moment, the second senior brother who had just succeeded the leader had a head as big as four watermelons: "Before... the senior brother's blood shadow magic was not enough. Thoroughly, I'll show you again!"

Song Qingshu: "..."

I Tamar believed your evil!