Chapter 119 Senior Ersheng, What’s Wrong with You! ?

There are many types of backlash. The science part of the "Encyclopedia of Cultivation" is divided into five conventional levels according to the degree of backlash.

According to Song Qingshu's judgment, the backlash of the old Taoist with sheep's beard has reached the fourth level... The spiritual pressure that was backlashed gathered in the body and rushed around and could not be released. In addition, the old Taoist with sheep's beard used his own power to resist it, causing this spiritual pressure to rush to the top of the head, causing his head to be swollen...

If you don't seek medical treatment in time in this state, you are likely to enter a persistent vegetative state. That is what the secular world often calls a vegetative person.

Compared with the cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, Song Qingshu, no matter how shallow his experience is, is at least a Yuanying Stage. No matter how stupid he pretends to be in front of this group of people, he can see that the old Taoist with sheep's beard has been backlashed! The spiritual pressure condensed by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Perception Array was hit back... And this backlash only has an impact on the main array of the array.

Song Qingshu was shocked, my god... this can be backlashed back.

Who is the young man in the villa?

Before Song Qingshu finished being shocked, the old Taoist with a sheep beard in the carriage behind him had collapsed, foaming at the mouth, and began to speak in a daze.

"Not good! It's the backlash of spiritual pressure! Let's take a look... What level of backlash is this?"

Several people on the side gathered around, and the light of the world spiritual perception formation under his feet quickly dimmed and collapsed.

The second saint frowned, and after a spiritual sense probed, he was shocked: "Oh no! It's the fourth level!"

Hearing this, the other eight saints were also stunned, and then they all lowered their heads and showed painful expressions.

They knew what the fourth level was.

Although this situation is not fatal, the probability of becoming a vegetable 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 in your life!

For a cultivator who has once reached a powerful realm, becoming a useless person who cannot practice. This is more terrible than death.

In the relatively quiet carriage, after a long silence, a wailing sound suddenly came out. Who would have thought that this mission that was determined to win would make the Ten Saints' signboard no longer exist.

The brothers hugged the sheep-bearded Taoist's legs and began to cry bitterly: "Big Brother! Big Brother, wake up!"

"Big Brother, you are almost a king in the King of Glory ranking!"

The Second Saint hugged the sheep-bearded Taoist's shoulders and held the old hands tightly: "Big Brother! We brothers are of the same mind! You must hold on! Please stay strong!"

The sheep-bearded Taoist narrowed his eyes and raised his hand with effort: "I... I'm still... I'm not dead yet... As long as, you... each of you can transfer 10% of your cultivation to me... I think I can still save it..."

In the cockpit in front of the RV, Song Qingshu and his subordinate in a suit choked up.

The scene of brothers working together to face the disaster was really touching!

Song Qingshu has always been a person who cries easily...

Just when he felt that he was about to cry, Ersheng, who was hugging the old Taoist with sheep beard, stretched out his hand...

Slowly put it on the neck of the old Taoist with sheep beard...

Then.

He strangled him to death...

"!!!"

Song Qingshu and the man in suit were stunned.

"Senior Ersheng, what are you doing..."

Ersheng shook his head painfully: "I am helping the eldest brother escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Even if he is saved...he is destined to be a cripple in the future."

"But Senior Dasheng said that as long as each of you can use 10% of your cultivation..."

Ersheng: "A dying man's nonsense on his deathbed, can you believe it, Director Song?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the picture from the monitor. Before the death of the Great Sage, he opened his eyes wide and stared at his second junior brother. He never expected that the person who sent him to hell in the end would be his fellow disciple.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a long time: "..."This guy clearly died with his eyes open!

This should have been a touching drama of brothers working together to break metal, but it turned into a tragic drama of brothers fighting against each other.

Now, Song Qingshu felt a headache and had no idea how to write the final battle report.

"Big Brother, have a safe journey..."

The Second Saint turned his hand and closed the eyelids of the old Taoist with sheep beard: "Don't worry, your revenge will be avenged by your junior brother!"

Song Qingshu: "..." This guy was strangled to death by you!

On the side, several brothers were still wiping tears: "Second Brother, don't blame yourself. If the eldest brother is still alive, he will understand the second brother!"

The Second Saint clenched his fists and stood up on the spot. The green Taoist robe on his body fluttered with a surge of spiritual pressure: "My fellow brothers! The eldest brother is gone. The sadness of the past cannot stop us from taking revenge!"

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

Finally, the Third Saint calmed down and spoke as a representative of the others: "Since we, the Ten Saints, started to practice Taoism, we have never felt lonely. Now that the eldest brother has gone, we should obey the arrangements of the second brother!"

"Okay!"

The Second Saint nodded, and while he was speaking, he recited the spell, and a purple light emerged from his hand.

Immediately, the storage bag of the dead old Taoist with sheep beard responded, and a thick and powerful Zen stick flew out of it and appeared in his hand. The Second Saint slammed the Zen stick on the ground, and a terrifying spiritual pressure swept in all directions!

The strong ghost aura overwhelmed the whole place, making people feel like they couldn't breathe for a moment.

The remaining eight saints showed a look of shock in their eyes, and exclaimed: "Night Ghost Staff!"

Song Qingshu stared at the picture from the monitor, and his heart was as horrified as a raging sea... Because, this Night Ghost Staff was a magic weapon forged by the Shepi True Immortal himself, but because it was too evil, it was sealed by the Shepi True Immortal himself!

This is a first-class immortal weapon, not only powerful. Moreover, it also has a special function-after the death of each owner of the Night Ghost Staff, the soul will be devoured by the Night Ghost Staff, thereby increasing the power of the ghost! It can be stacked up to ten layers! Make it exert power beyond the immortal weapon...

"Back then, after Master found this Night Ghost Staff, he passed it to Senior Brother when he passed away! Now, Senior Brother is dead, and his soul has also merged into this Night Ghost Staff! And today, I am the third owner of this Night Ghost Staff. On behalf of Senior Brother, I will avenge him! No matter who your young man is, I will cut off his head today! Use his blood to water the tombstone of Senior Brother!"

After the Second Saint finished speaking, he held the Zen Staff in his hand and shouted softly: "Ghost is coming!"

The Zen Staff paused on the ground again, and a green-faced ghost general that ordinary people could not see with their naked eyes quickly condensed above the void. Each fang of this ghost general was as thick as ivory, and it stood up to four meters high!

In front of the cockpit, Song Qingshu and the man in a suit beside him felt that they were trembling all over, and they had no strength at all. Both of them felt like they were being pressed down by a ghost.

Then, the two saints pointed their Zen staffs, and their spiritual consciousness directly locked onto the location of the villa.

The ghost general immediately bared his fangs and rushed towards the villa with a ferocious face!

Although he was huge, he was extremely fast!

Wherever he passed... the ground sank, and all the flowers and plants wilted and withered in an instant.

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

However, soon, they discovered a horrifying fact...

Because the ghost general who rushed towards the villa of Master Diulei actually turned back halfway... Completely different from the ferocious expression when he rushed over before, the ghost general's expression was obviously terrified!

As if he had encountered some prehistoric beast, he was so scared that he shrank back into the Night Ghost Staff without even saying hello!

No one had ever thought that the power of the ghost way had not been released, and he returned to the original path without moving at all.

The huge power of the ghost way impacted the Night Ghost Staff, causing the two saints to twitch hysterically and crazily as if they were electrocuted.

The Second Saint gritted his teeth, his expression painful.

When everyone came to their senses, they found that the five fingers of the Second Saint's right hand holding the staff had been shattered by the residual power of the Zen staff, and the whole right hand was bleeding.

As the Night Ghost Staff lost its support, it fell to the ground with a bang... Everyone saw that the Second Saint's head was getting bigger and bigger...

In front of the monitor, Song Qingshu was shocked: "Second Saint Senior... what's wrong with you?"

The Second Saint looked at his right hand that had lost five fingers: "I'm COSing Doraemon! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Second Saint spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The Second Saint endured the impact of the power of the ghost. At this moment, the Second Brother, who had just succeeded the leader, had a head as big as four watermelons: "Before... the performance of the Blood Shadow Divine Art of the Senior Brother was not thorough enough, I will show you again!"

Song Qingshu: "..."

I fucking believed your lies!