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The living dead turned into by the disciple in the last trial have such strength. How powerful should the living dead turn into by the disciple in the previous trial or two? I'm afraid it's almost comparable to the foundation friar? I'm afraid there's only one way for ordinary disciples to die. It seems that the danger of this trial is not only from monsters and other trial disciples, but also from the living dead.

Of course, the more powerful the number of living dead must be less, which is not easy to encounter. The random devil Valley has a trial every 20 years. Even if you take part in the trial in your thirties, you are more than 70 years old after two trials. Even if you can escape the killing of the trial disciples, you will run out of Shou yuan and die.

Obviously, the living dead man has been hiding in the thorns for a long time. The original goal is likely to be himself. If these two guys didn't kill on the way and attract the attention of the living dead, I'm afraid I would suffer. Without prevention, Qingyang can't guard against it at all.

The man didn't need to be seriously injured by the move of the living dead. He just paused a little, and then rushed towards the other party again. Seeing that the living dead was about to get close, he was seriously injured and couldn't escape. There was no need for the man to be shocked. He shouted, "save me, brother, come and save me."

In fact, the accident just now had already startled the strong man. He was also startled by the sudden emergence of the living dead. If both of their brothers were not injured, they might fight together. Now the brother is seriously injured and is about to die. Is he the opponent of the living dead?

No matter how good things are, they must have life to enjoy. No matter how close brothers are, they are not as precious as their own life. Thinking of this, the stout man immediately had the idea of running away. The man didn't expect that his call for help not only didn't invite his brother, but made him retreat, just because there were countless alcoholics bees around him, so he couldn't run away for the time being.

The living dead who have lost their mind only have the instinct of survival. There is no need for men's bodies. In their eyes, they are food. When beasts face food, how can they care about anything else? Before the man's cry for help fell, the living dead man rushed to him, grabbed his hand on the ground, picked up the man and chewed on him.

Being held by the living dead can't move without a man trying to resist. He can only watch the living dead gnaw a piece of flesh and blood on his body and chew it in his mouth with a full face of blood. This fear, this torture and this despair can't be described in words.

"Help, brother, I don't want to die, come and save me, ah..." there is no need for the man to cry out in despair and want the strong man to save him. Unfortunately, the more he is, the stronger the man is afraid and wants to find a chance to escape.

Suddenly I saw Qingyang in the chaos. The man seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and cried, "Taoist friend, I don't want the purple fruit. I'll give it to you and everything on me. Please save my life, ah..."

This man just wanted to kill Qingyang, but now he has become his life-saving straw. If he doesn't say whether he can believe his words, even if Qingyang is willing to save, he doesn't dare to come forward at this time. Because Qingyang knows that for fierce animals without intelligence, the more they eat, the more difficult it is to provoke. At this time, if they rush up, they will find trouble for themselves.

After cultivating immortality, Qingyang was also well-informed, but he had never seen a monk being eaten alive by a human monster. This way of death was too cruel. Qingyang didn't dare to see more. He quickly put aside his head and quietly retreated to the strong man and alcoholic bee, so that the living dead wouldn't notice himself after eating without a man.

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The stout man rushed left and right and tried for many times without escaping from the encirclement of alcoholics. Seeing Qingyang coming, his attitude suddenly softened and said: "Taoist friend, we met by chance. I didn't mean to offend you. I was completely encouraged by brother Owen. Please accept these spirit insects and let me go. How about it?"

Looking at the man's shameless face, Qingyang sneered, "didn't you shout at me just now? Now you know to beg for mercy? It's absolutely impossible for me to let you go."

Seeing that Qingyang was unmoved, the strong man said anxiously, "Taoist friend, now is the best chance to run for his life. After the living dead killed my brother, he will definitely come back to hunt us down. It will be too late at that time. Aren't you afraid to lose your life here?"

"Compared with the living dead, I think the living dead is safer." Qingyang said.

Seeing that the voice not far away without the man's cry for help had stopped, it seemed that he had been dead for a long time. The living dead might soon catch up with him. The strong man begged: "Taoist friend, I know you can't trust me. Otherwise, I can do you a favor. Let's join hands to kill and return the living dead. Not only the purple grain fruit belongs to you, but also the things on my brother. How about it?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Let's force the living dead back together, and then turn against me. Everything belongs to you?" how can such a person be easily believed? Qingyang decided not to let him leave.

Seeing that the living dead man could rush over at any time, but he said all his good words, the other party always refused to let go. The strong man was anxious and rushed out regardless. Compared with being stung by an alcoholic bee, he felt that the threat of the living dead was greater.

So regardless of the danger, it really made the stout man find a gap in the circle of alcoholic bees and rush out. Two ordinary alcoholic bees stung him on his back, but found that he seemed to have a defense magic weapon, which didn't hurt him.

Seeing that he was about to be safe, the strong man said to Qingyang, "boy, wait for me and come back to you."

How could Qingyang let him out? It's really unrepentant to see that the other party dares to speak hard to himself at this time. Qingyang smiled, then raised his hand, and three other purple backed alcoholics bees flew out, blocking all the escape routes in front of the stout man.

Soon he was about to get out of the encirclement. The strong man couldn't help feeling proud. He even thought about it in his heart. First, find a place to hide. When the living dead retreat, find some helpers to find the boy's trouble. He not only took revenge, but also harvested purple fruits and other good things.

The calculation in my heart was very good. Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I suddenly found that there were three more spirit insects in front of me. Judging from the smell of spirit insects, my strength was even stronger than the three leading ones just now. Six spirit insects of Qi refining level took a group of ordinary spirit insects. Is there any way to live?

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