The nether immortal took great pains to arrange the blood dripping trapped devil array to collect these yuan gods. He turned back and refined them slowly, so that he could repair his damaged yuan gods and improve his cultivation. Up to now, he has collected nearly 200 yuan gods, all of whom died in this mine cave.

With these things, he has a chance to make a comeback, so he has been reluctant to take them out. Now he even has no life. What's the use of keeping the chance? In desperation, he had to use his final means to protect his life. After refining these yuan gods by some simple means, he released them all.

Many casual monks didn't know the means of Youming immortal, nor did they know that those dark and cold energy with fluorescence was the original God of the killed friars. They just felt that the dark wind was suddenly blowing around, but it didn't have any impact on everyone. So some friars were even more proud and shouted: "ha ha, it's all right. This guy is really bluffing. Let's go!"

Are you really okay? Of course, it is impossible. During the foundation period, the ghost friar could have only this means. The nether immortal sneered, opened his mouth and spewed out a blood mist. Then he said a series of unknown spells.

I saw those yuan gods floating in the air suddenly dispersed and screamed and rushed to the ground. Before everyone reacted, there was a creaking sound on the ground.

The situation was so strange that the scattered monks could not help looking down and saw that the bodies of the monks who had been dead for a long time, whether they were the dried bodies sucked by the blood trapped devil array or the blood dried bodies killed when they besieged the nether immortal, all moved,

Those corpses lying on the ground suddenly put their arms on the ground, slowly raised their heads, and then stood up from the ground; Those who fell on their back also made a force in their waist, suddenly sat up, and then groped and straightened up. In the twinkling of an eye, there were nearly 200 humanoid monsters in the mine, no less than the remaining monks.

Some of these people are intact, still holding the magic tools used before, and eyeing around them; Some of them were badly beaten, but they were not affected at all. They even grabbed the thighs torn from other corpses as weapons in their hands; Some have no flesh and blood, just like a human skin wrapped in a skeleton, but their thin arms are particularly sharp.

Although all the monks present are monks, their accomplishments are low after all. Many people have not got rid of the habits and psychology of ordinary people. They can imagine their fear when they see this kind of beyond ordinary people's cognition and such a strange scene. Most of the monks lost their fighting spirit in an instant, and the rest were worried about whether they could cope with this scene.

"Kill!" the nether immortal shouted.

Then he saw that nearly 200 humanoid monsters roared and rushed towards other friars around him. There was another scuffle in the whole mine.

This is the secret method of nether immortal pressing the bottom of the box. The original memory of the friars and gods after being sacrificed and refined has been erased. Bloodthirsty and cruelty have become their nature. Once activated, it will completely become a killing machine and kill all the active creatures around. Even the nether immortal who uses this method can't control it. They can only stop until they kill each other to the last.

This kind of secret method is extremely difficult to use, and it does great damage to the caster. However, at this time, immortal Youming can't manage so much. What he wants is a pleasure, not being tortured and killed by these low-level casual practitioners. Everyone should die and none of them can be let go.

This secret method also has a biggest disadvantage. The corpses on the ground can be temporarily activated, but their strength will be greatly reduced. After all, their Yuanshen has been treated and is not the original Yuanshen. The cultivation of the ninth floor of Kaimai territory may only play 70% or 80%.

There are nearly 200 humanoid monsters. Although there are a large number of them, their strength is not very good. After all, most of them can be killed in the scuffle. If more than 200 monks present can unite, they can still win.

But it's still that reason. The casual practitioners lack trust in each other, and no one is willing to sacrifice for others in vain. Coupled with the influence of this strange atmosphere, most of the casual practitioners have no fighting spirit at the beginning. They are almost ready to break at one touch. If they can escape, who can care about others?

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only dozens of monks in the mine, who were still fighting tenaciously. Less than half of the rest were killed by those humanoid monsters, and more were looking for opportunities to escape. These people didn't want to go, but were entangled and couldn't get away.

At this time, who cares about the jade spiritual marrow, and who has the mind to think about the wealth and meritorious service of friar Zhuji? Life is gone. What's the use of those things? Before, we thought that we could grind each other to death sooner or later by relying on a large number of people. Now we find that this idea is very wrong.

Immortal Youming is so terrible that he can revive the dead friars to help fight. It's useless to have more people. The more people die, the less people die, and the more people die, the more dangerous it is to delay for a long time. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave it to those big people to deal with the matter.

No one knows what happened to those humanoid monsters, whether they will really increase, and whether they will come out after killing the surrounded friars. The unknown is the most frightening thing. This thing also wants to be more frightening, so no one dares to stop on the road. He wants to have wings on his back and fly to the grey jade spirit city.

In the mine, immortal Youming became weaker and weaker, but looking at fewer and fewer monks on the field, he couldn't help showing a relieved expression. Although the number of humanoid monsters that can fight is getting smaller and smaller, the rest can't turn over any big waves. It's a matter of time before they are destroyed.

As for those who escaped, he had no energy to catch up. Now the most important thing is to take down these people in front of him, collect their yuan gods, go back and press their injuries, and then leave Yuling mountain as soon as possible, so as not to be blocked by the senior friars of Yuling City who came after knowing the news.

With the passage of time, the number of monks who could stand was less and less. Among them, more than a dozen fought to break through and escaped their lives, but more were killed. And those humanoid monsters, there are only dozens left, still fighting tirelessly.

Immortal Youming didn't wait to see the final outcome, because he knew that the remaining monks could not live, and those humanoid monsters would kill each other after killing the monks, even his caster, so he had to leave.