Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Feng Lishang stretched out her hand and made a grabbing motion in the air. The old man's body was suddenly attracted to her. She pinched the old man's neck and said softly, "Look at you, you are so old. So impulsive..."

The slender hands squeezed hard, and the old man's head dropped weakly.

The monks witnessed the old man's miserable condition and glared at Feng Lishang angrily. For a moment, they did not dare to make any move. They knew that with their cultivation, they could not hurt Feng Lishang at all. Instead, they were like ants in her eyes. generally.

The wounds of several immortal cultivators who were eaten by corpse insects were eroding at a speed that could be seen with the eyes, and they were emitting bursts of stench.

Other monks also want to save him with all their strength. Although the distance is still far away, if they are attacked from all sides, the monks guarding the wounded will not be able to take care of themselves. What's more, the injured cultivator needs further treatment and must be detoxified before he can control the spread of the injury!

The two immortal cultivators were sweating profusely. They managed to kill some of the corpse insects, but the poison of the corpse insects could not be eliminated. In addition, the poison was fueled by Feng Lishang's spiritual power, and the wounds were not optimistic.

The monks hovering nearby to guard them were also worried.

At this time, Feng Lishang formed a seal again, and a crack was torn open in the sky by her black energy! A huge white dragon head emerges from the crack!

The immortal cultivators looked at the frightening dragon head and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Their hair stood on end and they had difficulty breathing. They stared at the thick clouds. It turned out that despair was not far away from them. Fear and this command The suffocating feeling of oppression made their eyes full of horror!

A huge white bone dragon finally flew out of the crack, and everyone was as small as dust in front of it...

Its huge body hovered in the air with the roar of the wind.

Feng Lishang chuckled at all the immortal cultivators and said, "Everyone who has come from afar, I naturally have to do my best to serve as a landlord. Are you satisfied with letting this bone dragon entertain you?"

The bone dragon swam in the air for a while, and then suddenly swooped down towards the monks!

Everyone hurriedly evaded, and some who were not afraid of death used their spiritual power. They tried all kinds of spells to hit the bone dragon, but the effect was like scratching an itch.

Xuan Yi was quietly listening to Luo Qingyan's chatter, and his eyes were looking around the altar.

Suddenly, waves of powerful black spiritual power flew from a distance and penetrated into all the corpses. Then, all the female corpses started to move in unison!

Their bones made crunching sounds, their stiff bodies straightened up with difficulty, and then they staggered towards the depths of the ladder with strange steps!

Xu Qingqing screamed and jumped up to hide behind Xiao Cha. The shock on Xiao Cha's face flashed across his face, and he drew out his sword and stared at the walking corpses with vigilance.

Luo Qingyan gathered her spiritual power with both hands and was ready to hit these zombies with fireballs.

The strange thing is that these beautiful zombies directly skipped a few of them and climbed straight towards the depths of the altar.

Xiao Cha looked confused, "They...where are they going?"

Luo Qingyan shook her head, "It seems to be controlled by someone. There seems to be light appearing above. Could it be that the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect are fighting with the Ghost King?"

Xuan Yi looked at it hesitantly for a while, "Let's go over and have a look. If they are really disciples from other sects, we can just go and meet them."

Xu Qingqing whispered, "The Ghost King can actually control zombies, it's so scary!"