There were many types of backlash. The Cultivation Encyclopedia's science section divided the backlash into five regular levels based on its destructive power.
According to Song Qingshu's judgment, the goateed Taoist's backlash had already reached level four … the backlash's spiritual pressure had gathered in his body and was unable to be released. Moreover, the goateed Taoist had circulated his qi to resist it, causing the spiritual pressure to rush to the top of his head, causing his head to swell …
If he didn't seek medical attention in time, it was very likely that he would enter a persistent vegetative state. That was what the secular world often called a vegetable.
Compared to Soul Formation cultivators, no matter how shallow Song Qingshu's experience was, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator. No matter how much he feigned ignorance in front of these people, they could see that the goateed Taoist had suffered a backlash! The spiritual pressure condensed by the Heaven and Earth Spirit Awakening Formation had been reflected back at him … moreover, this kind of backlash only affected the master of the formation.
Song Qingshu was horrified. Good heavens … even this could be reflected back at him.
Who on earth was that youth in the villa?
Before Song Qingshu could recover from his shock, the goateed Taoist had already collapsed in the carriage behind him. He was foaming at the mouth, and began to mutter gibberish.
"Not good! It's the spiritual pressure backlash! Quick … what level of backlash is this? "
The people on the side all gathered around him, and the light of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Awakening Formation quickly dimmed, collapsing on its own.
Second Saint frowned, and after probing it with his spiritual sense, he was stunned. "Oh no! It's level four! "
Hearing this, the other eight Saints were also dumbfounded. Soon after, they lowered their heads and revealed expressions of unbearable pain.
They couldn't be any clearer about what level four meant.
Although this wasn't enough to kill him, there was a ninety percent chance that he would become a vegetable in the future. Even if he could wake up, his cultivation would be greatly reduced! Furthermore, it was very likely that he would never be able to cultivate again!
For a cultivator who had once possessed a powerful realm, becoming a cripple who couldn't cultivate was even scarier. This was even scarier than death.
After a long period of silence, there was suddenly a wave of anguished wailing in the rather quiet carriage. Who would have thought that this mission, which they had been determined to complete, would cause the Ten Saints' reputation to cease to exist?
The fellow disciples hugged the goateed Taoist's leg and began to weep. "Eldest senior brother! Eldest Senior Brother, wake up! "
"Eldest Senior Brother, your Kings of Glory ranking is just a little bit away from becoming a King!"
Second Saint put his arm around the goateed old Taoist's shoulders and held his aged hands tightly. "Eldest senior brother! We brothers are of one mind! You must hold on! Please be strong and live on! "
The goateed old Taoist narrowed his eyes and raised his hand with great effort. "I … I'm … I'm not dead yet … As long as … each of you … transfer ten percent of your cultivation to me … I think I can still be saved …"
In the front of the limousine, Song Qingshu and his subordinate in a suit choked with emotion as they watched.
The scene of the two brothers working together to face the calamity together was too touching!
Song Qingshu had always been a person who didn't cry much …
Just as he was about to burst into tears, Second Saint, who was still holding the goateed old Taoist, stretched out his hand …
He slowly placed it on the goateed old Daoist's neck …
Afterward …
She directly strangled him to death …
“！！！”
Song Qingshu and the man in the suit were stunned.
"Senior Second Saint, you're …"
Second Saint shook his head in pain. "I'm helping eldest senior brother escape the abyss of suffering. Even if I save him … he's destined to be a cripple in the future."
"But Senior Great Saint said that as long as each of you transfers ten percent of your cultivation …"
Second Saint: "Director Song, can you believe the nonsense of a dying man on his deathbed?"
Song Qingshu glanced at the image on the monitor. Before the Great Saint had died, he had opened his eyes wide and glared unwaveringly at his second junior brother. He had never expected that the person who would send him to hell in the end would actually be his fellow disciple.
Song Qingshu was speechless for a long time. "…" This was clearly a f * * king unjust death!
This was supposed to be a touching scene of fellow brothers fighting to the death, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a tragic drama of brothers fighting each other.
Now, Song Qingshu felt like his head was hurting; he already had no idea how to write his final battle report.
"Eldest senior brother, rest in peace …"
With a flip of his hand, Second Saint closed the goateed old Taoist's eyelids. "Don't worry, I'll definitely avenge you!"
Song Qingshu: "…" You were the one who f * * king choked him to death!
On the side, his fellow disciples were still wiping away their tears. "Second senior brother, you don't have to blame yourself. Eldest senior brother's spirit in heaven will definitely understand!"
Second Saint clenched his fists and stood up, his blue Taoist robes fluttering in a turbulent wave of spiritual pressure. "Brothers and sisters! Eldest senior brother is already gone; the sorrow of the past can't stop us from taking revenge! "
As soon as he said this, there was a round of enthusiastic applause from all around, and his fellow disciples' eyes were brimming with tears.
In the end, Third Saint calmed himself down and spoke on behalf of the others. "We, the Ten Saints, have never been lonely since we began our cultivation. Now that eldest senior brother is gone, we will naturally listen to second senior brother's arrangements! "
"Alright!"
Second Saint nodded. As he spoke, he recited a spell and a purple light surged from his hand.
Instantly, the goateed old Taoist's storage bag responded, and a thick and powerful Buddhist staff flew out into Second Saint's hand. Second Saint slammed the Buddhist staff into the ground, and a terrifying spiritual pressure swept out in all directions!
A thick aura of the Ghost Dao enveloped the entire area, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
The other eight Saints were shocked as they cried out, "The Night Ghosts' Staff!"
Song Qingshu stared at the image on the monitor, his heart pounding like a raging wave. This was because the Night Ghost's weapon had been personally forged by Immortal She Pi, but because it was too evil, Immortal She Pi had sealed it away!
It was a first-class immortal artifact, and not only was it extremely powerful, it also had a special function. Moreover, it also had a special function — after the death of each owner of the Night Ghost's Scepter, their soul would be devoured by the Night Ghost's Scepter, strengthening the power of the Ghost Dao! It could stack up to ten layers! This allowed it to unleash power that surpassed that of an immortal artifact …
"Back then, after master found this Night Ghosts' Staff, he passed it on to eldest senior brother before he died! Now, eldest senior brother is dead, and his soul has fused with this Night Ghosts' Staff! Today, I am the third owner of this Night Ghosts' Staff. I will take the place of eldest senior brother's will and avenge him! No matter who your young man is, I will cut off his head today! I will use his blood to water big brother's tombstone! "
After saying this, Second Saint gripped the Buddhist staff and cried out softly, "Ghost, come!"
The monk staff paused on the ground, and a green-faced ghost general, invisible to the naked eye, quickly condensed in the void. Each of the ghost general's fangs was as thick as an elephant's tusk, and it was four meters tall!
At the front of the cockpit, Song Qingshu and the man in a suit next to him felt their bodies tremble, and they couldn't muster up any strength. Both of them felt as if they were being held down by a ghost.
Then, Second Saint pointed the Buddhist staff and locked onto the villa with his spiritual consciousness.
The Ghost General immediately bared its fangs and pounced in the direction of the villa with a fierce look on its face!
Even though it was huge, it was extremely fast!
Wherever it passed … the ground caved in, and all the flowers and grass wilted in an instant.
Inside the car, Song Qingshu and Nine Saints were watching.
But very quickly, they discovered a frightening fact …
Because the Ghost General which had been charging toward Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's villa had actually turned back halfway …
In contrast to its ferocious expression when it had charged over earlier, this Ghost General's expression was clearly one of terror!
It was as if it had run into some prehistoric beast, and was so scared that it shrank back into the Night Ghosts' Staff without even saying a word!
No one had expected the power of Ghost Dao to be released, and instead, it had returned the way it had come.
The tremendous power of Ghost Dao crashed into the Night Ghosts' Staff, shaking Second Saint so much that he convulsed hysterically as if he had been electrocuted.
Second Saint gritted his teeth with a pained expression.
When everyone came back to their senses, they saw that the five fingers on Second Saint's right hand which had been holding the staff had already been smashed to pieces by the residual power of the Buddhist staff, and his entire right hand was bleeding profusely.
As the Night Ghosts' Staff lost its support, it crashed to the ground with a crash, and everyone saw Second Saint's head grow bigger and bigger …
In front of the monitor, Song Qingshu was alarmed. "Senior Second Saint … what's wrong?"
Second Saint looked at his right hand which had already lost five fingers. "I'm cosplaying Doraemon! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! "
As soon as he said this, Second Saint spat out a mouthful of blood with a splutter.
Second Saint resisted the impact of the Ghost Dao on his body. At that moment, the head of this second senior brother, who had just become the leader, was already as big as four watermelons. "Earlier … eldest senior brother didn't perform the Blood Shadow Divine Technique thoroughly enough. Let me show you again!"
Song Qingshu: "…"
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