Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

With the reinforcements and help of a group of monks, the zombie was finally stopped. Xuan Yi gently landed on the bone dragon's back, wanting to give the bone dragon a fatal blow directly from the back.

But he never thought that the bones on the back of the bone dragon were extremely strong. Several consecutive slashes with all his strength failed to break the bone dragon's spine. Instead, he was injured by the backlash of the bones.

The other monks' attacks on the bone dragon only caused minor damage.

Its body, which was only a skeleton, defended itself well against the monks' heavy blows. It opened its big mouth with sharp teeth, and when it dived, it hit a monk from the sky on the back, taking the monk's body with it. They charged all the way and finally nailed the monk to the wooden stake next to the obsidian platform. The monk didn't even have a chance to snort, and just died like this.

Although the immortal cultivators had the advantage of being outnumbered, they were far inferior to the violent attacks of the bone dragons. It can shake the entire earth with every move it makes, and the wave after wave of earthquakes has almost turned most of the altar into ruins.

Not long after, only a few immortal cultivators were left flying in the sky, and all of them were scarred. Their injuries could not be treated in time, and the black demonic energy carried by the bone dragon continued to corrode their bodies. Soon, the demons had collected many fresh souls of immortal cultivators in their small porcelain bottles.

The demon clan couldn't help but cheer loudly for the bone dragon, and they got a few fresh souls of immortal cultivators, which they quickly put into small porcelain bottles.

The immortal cultivators stood still in the sky and looked at the ghost bone dragon king, which had lost its tail and one bone claw. Looking at this lifeless attacker, it still stood tall and tall, ready for the next charge.

The green herbal juice penetrated into the festering wounds of the injured, cooling and soothing the severe pain. Xu Qingqing was sweating profusely. After cleaning up the large number of corpse bugs, she breathed a sigh of relief. Now she was treating the immortal disciples who were bitten by the corpse bugs.

"Sister, can the corpse poison on our wounds be cured? Will we die?" asked a young Zishan Palace disciple.

Xu Qingqing smiled at her tenderly and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, it won't happen. I practice wood-based techniques, which can already detoxify you. The corpse worms have been eaten by the piranhas. Now we just need to Just pull out the toxins and repair the injuries. You should also work hard to gather your spiritual power and conserve your physical strength. We may have to fight hard for a while!"

The disciples from Zishan Palace had slightly wet eyes and thanked Xu Qingqing gratefully.

Another monk next to him said, "I don't know how the battle is going over there. I didn't expect that our entire army would be annihilated by a small ghost gate. It's so cowardly! Even if I die, I can't swallow this breath!"

The disciples of the Purple Shirt Palace nodded in agreement, "We are going to perish here on our first mission. We are really useless! So many of us can't deal with that bone dragon... Sigh, I don't know if we can go back alive this time. Already..."

There was silence for a moment.

Xu Qingqing smiled softly, "Don't be depressed, everyone. It is not easy for all immortal sects to fight against evil forces. Casualties are inevitable. We are disciples of the immortal sect. We must fight against evil to the end. No matter life or death, everyone will try our best. That’s good!”

The Purple Shirt Palace disciple's eyes gradually became firmer and she nodded solemnly.

"That's right. Now is not the time to be depressed. My classmates are still fighting bloody battles. How can I hold everyone back! I will gather my spiritual energy now!"