The two puppets of the Nine Ancestors.
One is a half-dragon form, made by a Great Cultivator of the Jiao Family Stronghold.
Over these thousands of years, their village has continuously used Jiao's blood to irrigate, cultivating and evolving a kind of Middle Grade Spiritual Root.
And the other one was from the line of Demon Cultivators who died in battle years ago.
It seems to practice a scarecrow blood and flesh system.
"Go!" The Nine Ancestors controlled the corpse of the Demon Cultivator lineage, "Transform into a scarecrow, unfold your flesh."
Crash!
The at Field surged like sea waves.
The ground trembled.
Fragnts of rock splashed, the ground seed to beco a sea of flesh and blood, trees, flowers, and grass all covered in vibrant red, transford into so entirely new material.
Countless wriggling black and red at columns rose from the ground, seemingly supporting the whole sky.
Crash.
Fine blood rain unknowingly sprinkled down from the sky.
Looking up, it was discovered that the at columns had already grown into towering trees, interwoven with blood vessel tumors and networks, gushing fresh blood.
This is a forest of black and red flesh!
The Blood Separation Flower, a Middle Grade Spiritual Root, infinitely close to an Upper Grade Spiritual Root, its flesh-related Divine Techniques are incomparably powerful.
If their scarecrow Divine Technique is cultivated to the peak, it can even turn flesh into mountains, veins into rivers, wrapping the entire crimson earth around a massive city.
"We're not facing just one puppet, but two of the sa Realm." Li Youzhu remained silent.
If it were two Ancestors from other directions, they could leave.
But this one before them absorbed the essence of that battle years ago, as a puppet controlling a blood and flesh system, the pressure it brought was overwhelming.
"This is quite troubleso."
Li Youzhu took a deep breath, knowing once the Demon Cultivator on the mountain reacted and ca to strike, they wouldn't be able to leave: "You retreat first, I'll hold him off."
"Impossible, I can't leave anyway." Jiao Wuyu's expression softened slightly.
Only she knew.
As an artificially stitched Jiao hybrid, her days were numbered.
In the past, a Jiao's head changed bodies every three years; now she occupied this body, though weaker in bloodline, still requiring constant body changes.
To have managed to endure till today was already quite fortunate.
She couldn't help but let out a soft laughter: It was ant to die together, as long as the children could escape, that would be the best outco.
Sighting the scholar before her, she grasped his hand, and for a mont, amidst intertwining light and shadow, she recalled the youthful smile of the boy holding a book when she climbed out from the well.
Bang!!
The crimson at Field suddenly transford into a bony hand, crashing over.
Already close to splitting apart, Jiao Wuyu flew out like a long snake, her entire being torn to shreds, a large amount of blood sprayed out.
"No!!" Li Youzhu leaped several tis, turning into a lightning bolt, suddenly kneeled, picked up Jiao Wuyu and jumped away, dodging the next attack.
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Jiao Chiwan swiftly moved through the house.
Faster, even faster.
Following the map to find the location, he eventually saw Ning Jiaojiao and Su Yuniang at the limit of where the Earth-bound Spirit could reach.
"We've been confined by the boundary, can't go any further, cannot leave."
They made up for their shortcomings.
This place was already very close to the Nine Ancestors' Paper House location, able to see the earth-shattering battle in the distance.
"It's okay, hurry up!"
He reached out and forcefully cut.
Two weak ghosts of the Five-Body Realm had little connection to the Earth Vein.
With his Four Viscera Realm cultivation, severing was very easy.
"I'm not leaving!"
Ning Jiaojiao raised her head: "That's my mother and father..."
"It'll be okay!" Su Yuniang held Ning Jiaojiao tightly, with affection: "We don't need to leave, it'll be okay; we can win, we'll definitely win!"
"Go first!" Jiao Chiwan directly waved to take them away.
Tap tap tap!
He quickly sprinted outside, the scenery around continuously receding.
Though he didn't know where her brother was, there was no ti to search.
Must leave, quickly leave.
The distant battle fluctuations made his heart race.
Can win?
How could they possibly win?
He revealed a bitter smile.
The letter was deceptive from the start.
Grandmother never planned to return.
Because, Grandmother had beco too weak to sever Li Youzhu's connection to the Earth Vein.
From the start, it was impossible to take him away.
What she sought, was only to live and die together, while buying ti to leave with her children.
Unfortunately, our Jiao Family, now doesn't even have the foundation of an ancestral tomb, and has lost the last living ancestor, completely declining after this battle.
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Early on, at the Teleportation Array in the Ancestor Dungeon Map, players hiding in the dark, the blacksmiths, watched this scene of events unfold in silence.
A short while ago, they perford rituals like before to pay homage to the ancestor's paper house.
But the ancestor still ignored them.
They just held onto pastries and hid in the distant forest, as if saying they couldn't be unfilial if the ancestor didn't appear.
In fact, they were secretly monitoring the ancestor.
Even if combat erupted now, this ancestor still ignored the weak ones, allowing them to act as caras, secretly spying on the battle situation.
That overwhelming mythical battle.
The suffocating roar of the wind, hearing the furious shouts, feeling the grandeur of the bloodied forest, the terrifying combat sent chills to the heart.
Everyone looked up at that ghastly scene, overwheld by the horrifying, ferocious, bloodthirstiness that crushed their senses.
This imrsion felt so real, as if they had traveled to an Otherworld, witnessing life and death.
Li Youzhu fought side by side with a Jiao, Ning Jiaojiao's roars, Su Yuniang's comfort, their emotions sowhat influenced by this scene.
This was unlike any movie; this was a mythical real war!
The rain of blood in the sky grew denser.
From the perspective of the audience, many players went offline to observe the frontline's battle here.
Nightly Frenzied Cultivation Sixth Body: "Childhood friends, living and dying together... I, as the Pure Love War God, request to join the battle!"
Dizzy: "Everyone, it's about ti to start taking action."
Puffy Eyes: "The text story already makes uncomfortable, and the scene before my eyes makes even more so. I also saw Su Yuniang comforting Ning Jiaojiao from afar. At this mont, I finally understood that what we see as just a story told by her is a living tale of joy and sorrow for Su Yuniang."
Swollen Eyes: "Boo hoo, we can't let Ning Jiaojiao be without parents! The owner of Youzhu Bookstore sold us many books from the mountain! Get your knives away!"
Jiucai Rong: "Then, let's get started! Launch the second boss raid battle, go!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a group of people quickly logged in and started working diligently, as if they had rehearsed many tis.
Bang!
In the next mont, a long-distance attack from the sky tomb struck the Nine Ancestors, heavily injuring them.
Boom!!
The second attack followed closely, hitting them again.
And the Nine Ancestors imdiately responded, pulling a Jiao puppet to block in front, which turned to ash with a bang under great force.
The Nine Ancestors' expression changed dramatically, looking up to the sky: "How could those two attack ?"
The two full-strength attacks were frightening.
The opponent delivered a power-packed strike that had been charged for who knows how long.
If he hadn't been prepared, he might have been severely injured or even killed.
Even now, a precious puppet was compromised.
Then, a group of young n and won stepped out with a fervent look:
"We request the unknown Master to arrive here."
"We have been waiting for a long ti."
They laughed wildly.
The corners of their mouths curved into a twisted smile, suddenly grabbing knives.
Stabbing each other.
"You stab once, I stab once, a child wearing floral clothes."
Thud.
Blood suddenly into the belly, flowing out in torrents, clothes stained with scarlet blood flowers, exuding a seductive beauty.
"You stab twice, I stab twice, two children pulling braids."
Thud.
Knife into the abdon, loads of viscera flowing out, yet they still laughed wildly.
One knife.
Two knives.
Three knives...
"Hahaha!"
"Master, please descend upon us."
They rejoiced crazily, expression frenzied and distorted.
Slash, slash, blood gushing forth.
The cultivators present hadn't seen such a bizarre scene for a long ti.
Standing high in the sky, the Nine Ancestors showed an indescribable look, as if slightly shocked, sniffing the air, frowning:
"Clan mbers? What are these juniors doing, have they gone mad? Recently, have the demon cultivators around the manor beco so aggressive?"
The ninth knife.
The tenth knife, as if sothing had generated.
Crunch.
n and won fell down heavily wounded.
Countless spiritual energy currents gathered and ford a bizarre pattern, carrying a dark demonic aura.
Crunch.
A silhouette stood up, like a radiant black fla dancing in the wind, holding a black bow.
Then, the second figure slowly appeared, followed by the third, fourth, standing like undead rising from their fallen bodies.
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