There are many types of backlash. The science section of the "Encyclopedia of Cultivation" divides it into five conventional levels based on the degree of lethality of the backlash.
According to Song Qingshu's judgment, the backlash lethality of the old man with a beard has reached the fourth level... The spiritual pressure returned from the backlash gathered in the body and could not be released. In addition, the old man with a beard used his own power to resist, causing this spiritual pressure to rush towards the Tianling Gai. , so much so that I suffocated my head...
If you do not seek medical treatment in time in this state, you are likely to enter a persistent vegetative state. That is what is often called a vegetative state in the secular world.
Compared to the cultivators of the Transformation Stage, even if Song Qingshu's experience is shallow, he is still a Nascent Soul stage. No matter how much you pretend to be dumbfounded in front of this group of people, you can still see that the sheep-bearded old man has been backlashed! The spiritual pressure gathered by the previous Heaven and Earth Spirit Sense Formation was countered back... Moreover, this kind of backlash only impacted the main formation of the formation.
Song Qingshu was horrified, oh my God... this can all come back to him.
Who is the boy in the villa
Before Song Qingshu could finish being frightened, the old man with a goatee in the carriage behind him had collapsed, foaming at the mouth, and started talking in a daze.
"No! It's spiritual pressure backlash! Look... what level of backlash is this?"
Several people on the side gathered around him one after another, and the light of the heaven and earth spiritual awareness array under his feet quickly dimmed, and it was self-defeating.
The Second Saint frowned, and after searching with his spiritual sense, he was shocked: "Oh no! It's the fourth level!"
Hearing this, the other Eight Saints also froze, and immediately lowered their heads, showing expressions of pain.
They know very well what level four is.
Although this situation is not fatal, the probability of becoming a vegetative state in the future is as high as 90%. Even if you can wake up, your cultivation level 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 achieved a powerful state, he becomes a useless person who cannot practice. This is more terrifying than death.
In the slightly quiet carriage, after a long period of silence, a wailing sound suddenly came out. Who would have thought that this mission that they were determined to win would cause the Ten Saints to cease to exist from now on.
The senior brothers hugged the old man with a goatee and began to cry bitterly: "Elder brother! Eldest brother, wake up!"
"Senior Brother, your King of Glory ranking is still close to reaching the King!"
The Second Saint put his arm around the shoulders of the old man with a goatee and held the old hands tightly: "Elder brother! We brothers are of the same mind! You must hold on! Please live strong!"
I saw that the sheep-bearded old Taoist squinted his eyes and raised his hand with great effort: "I... I'm still... I'm not dead yet... As long as you... each of you delivers 10% of your cultivation and passes it to me... I think I can still do it. Rescue it..."
In the cockpit in front of the RV, Song Qingshu and his male subordinates in suits choked up.
This scene of brothers and sisters working together to face the disaster is so touching!
Song Qingshu has always been a person with low tears...
Just when he thought he was about to shed tears, the wise second saint with a goatee in his arms stretched out his hand...
Slowly placed it on the old man's neck...
Then.
Just strangle him to death...
"!!!"
Song Qingshu and the man in the suit were both shocked.
"Senior Second Saint, what are you..."
The Second Saint shook his head in pain: "I am helping the senior brother escape from the sea of suffering. Even if I save him... he is destined to be a cripple in the future."
"But the senior sage said that as long as one of you brings out 10% of your cultivation..."
The Second Saint: "Director Song, can you believe the nonsense told by a dying man?"
Song Qingshu glanced at the picture from the monitor. Before he died, the great sage 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 Tamar clearly refused to die with his eyes closed!
What was supposed to be a touching drama about brothers fighting against each other suddenly turned into a tragic and bitter drama about brothers fighting against each other.
Now, Song Qingshu felt that his brain was hurting, and he had no idea how to write the final result report.
"Elder brother, have a good journey..."
The Second Saint turned his hand and closed the eyelids of the old man with a goatee: "Don't worry, my junior brother will definitely avenge you!"
Song Qingshu: "..." This Tamar was obviously strangled to death by you, right
Beside, several senior brothers were still wiping away tears: "Second senior brother, there is no need to blame yourself. Senior brother has spirit in heaven and will definitely understand second senior brother!"
The Second Saint clenched his fists and stood up on the spot, his green Taoist shirt fluttering with the surging spiritual pressure: "Brothers! The eldest brother has passed away. The sorrow of the past cannot stop us from taking revenge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause from all around, and several fellow apprentices burst into tears.
Finally, the Third Saint stabilized his mind and spoke on behalf of the others: "I, the Ten Saints, have never been lonely since my debut. Now that the senior brother has gone, I should fully obey the arrangements of the second senior brother!"
"good!"
The Second Saint nodded, and as he spoke, he recited the Dharma, and a purple light emerged from his hand.
At the same time, there was a response from the storage bag of the dead old man with a goatee, and a thick and powerful Zen staff flew out from it and appeared in his hand. The Second Saint slapped his Zen staff on the ground, and a terrifying spiritual pressure swept from all directions!
The strong ghost aura overwhelmed the whole place, making people feel like they couldn't breathe for a moment.
The eyes of the remaining Eight Saints showed shock, and they exclaimed: "The battle of night ghosts!"
Song Qingshu stared at the picture from the monitor, and his heart was filled with shock like a turbulent wave... Because this night ghost battle was a magic weapon forged by the Shepi Immortal himself. However, because it was too evil, it was sealed by the Shepi Immortal himself. Woke up!
This is a first-class immortal weapon, not only powerful. Moreover, it also has a special feature - after each owner of the Night Ghost Battle dies, his soul will be devoured by the Night Ghost Battle, thus intensifying the power of the ghost! It can be stacked up to ten times! Let it exert its power beyond that of immortal weapons...
"Back then, after Master found this Night Ghost Battle, he passed this staff to Eldest Brother when he was passing away! Now, Senior Brother has died, and his soul has been integrated into this Night Ghost Battle! And today , I am the third master of this night ghost battle. I will avenge him in place of my senior brother’s will! No matter who your young man is, today I will cut off his head! Use his blood to water it. Brother’s tombstone!”
After the Second Saint finished speaking, he held the Zen staff in his hand and shouted softly: "The ghost is coming!"
The Zen staff paused again on the ground. A green-faced ghost general invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people quickly condensed above the void. Each of the tusks of this ghost general was as thick as ivory, and it stood up to four meters tall. So high!
In front of the cockpit, Song Qingshu and the man in suit beside him felt that their whole bodies were shaking and they could no longer exert any strength. The two of them felt like they were being pressed into bed by a ghost at the same time.
Then, the Second Saint pointed his Zen staff, and his spiritual consciousness directly locked the location of the villa.
The ghost general immediately opened his fangs and rushed towards the villa with a ferocious look on his face!
Even though it is huge, it is extremely fast!
Wherever he passed... the ground was sunken, and the flowers and plants all withered and withered instantly.
In the carriage, Song Qingshu and Nine Saints were watching.
But soon, they discovered a shocking fact...
Because the ghost general who rushed towards the villa of True Lord Throwing Thunder unexpectedly turned back halfway...
It was completely different from the ferocious expression on his face when he rushed over before. This ghost general's expression was obviously one of fear!
As if he had encountered some wild beast, he was so frightened that he retreated into the night ghost battle without even saying hello!
No one would have thought that the ghost's power had not been released and that it would return the same way without moving at all.
The huge power of ghost energy impacted within the battle of night ghosts, causing the two saints to twitch hysterically as if they were electrocuted.
The Second Saint gritted his teeth with a painful expression.
When everyone came back to their senses, they discovered that the five fingers of the right hand of the Second Saint holding the sword had been shattered to pieces by the residual power of the Zen staff, and the entire right hand was bleeding profusely.
And as the battle of Night Ghost lost its support, it fell to the ground with a crash... Everyone saw that the head of the Second Saint was getting bigger and bigger...
In front of the monitor, Song Qingshu was shocked: "Senior Second Saint... what's wrong with you?"
The Second Saint looked at his right hand, which had lost five fingers: "I'm in COS Doraemon! Don't be blind if you don't understand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Second Saint puffed out and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The Second Saint endured the impact of the ghost power on his body. At this moment, the second senior brother who had just taken over as the leader had a head as big as four watermelons: "Before... the senior brother's performance of the blood shadow magic was not thorough enough. , I’ll perform it for you again!”
Song Qingshu: "..."
I, Tamar, believed your evil deeds!
(End of chapter)