Ye Wudao looked at Hong Qigong's face and said, "Hong Qigong, how much longer do you want?"
Hong Qigong gasped: "Hurry... be happy, about an hour..."
an hour...
Ye Wudao couldn't wait that long.
In an hour, the God Lord might be able to find the magic weapon.
Ye Wudao was extremely anxious.
Finally, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly took out a spiritual elixir and said: "Hong Qigong, I will crush the elixir now and release the spiritual energy. You will absorb all the spiritual energy."
"Maybe the spiritual energy can help expel the dead energy from your body."
Hong Qigong glanced at the elixir and sighed: "I hope it will be useful. Come on, I'm ready."
After speaking, Ye Wudao squeezed out the elixir.
The majestic and thick spiritual energy escaped instantly, and was so thick that it even condensed into a liquid.
Hong Qigong immediately absorbed all the spiritual energy.
The moment the spiritual energy entered his body, every cell in Hong Qigong's body relaxed, as if he had just had a major health care session and felt extremely comfortable.
The death energy that was originally raging inside the body was instantly suppressed by the spiritual energy, lost its activity, and was finally squeezed out of the body by the spiritual energy.
And this process takes less than a minute.
Hong Qigong stood up excitedly and stretched his body. He seemed to have discovered a new world and was very excited.
"The effect of spiritual energy is simply too damn powerful. It completely repels the spiritual energy in one minute."
"This spiritual energy is basically the natural enemy of death energy, haha."
"I feel that the spiritual energy of half a spiritual pill is enough to expel the death energy of an undead spirit in the fairy and demon realm."
"Ye Wudao, give me a spiritual elixir quickly, just in case I need it."
Ye Wudao sneered: "Is that okay if you call the master by his first name?"
For the sake of the elixir, Hong Qigong could only save face: "Master, please give me a elixir."
Ye Wudao: "No."
Hong Qigong: "..."
"I've already called you master, what else do you want?"
Ye Wudao: "Only disciples have always been filial to their masters. How can a master be filial to his disciples?"
"In the whole world, only my father will give his son a silent sacrifice. If you call me father, maybe I will be more generous and give you a magic pill."
Xu Ling'er on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Men all like to be fathers to men, a rule that has never changed.
However, other men like to be a father to a woman, but Ye Wudao wants to be a father to a bad old man.
Hong Qigong felt extremely humiliated: "Ye Wudao, don't you think you are going too far in bullying others? I can be considered your senior, an ancient strongman..."
Ye Wudao: "Haha, don't shout and keep going."
Hong Qigong's face turned dark again.
Not long after leaving, Hong Qigong took advantage of Xu Ling'er's lagging and ran to Ye Wudao, saying softly: "Father, please give the child a spiritual elixir to prevent the child from being corroded by the death energy."
Ye Wudao was stunned.
My God, Hong Qigong worked really hard for the elixir. He didn't want to be immoral or conceited. He really called himself "Father".
At this moment, Ye Wudao felt a little embarrassed if he didn't give him the elixir.
Ye Wudao took a deep breath: "What did you just say?"
Hong Qigong lowered his voice: "Father..."
Ye Wudao: "Louder, I didn't hear you."
Hong Qigong became anxious and shouted: "Father, please give the child a magic pill to save his life."
Xu Ling'er: "..."
Is Xiaoye going a little too far?
On the way, Ye Wudao also encountered several waves of undead spirits. However, these undead spirits did not focus on attacking them.
The undead gave Hong Qi a brief fight, then gave up on them and gathered towards the south.