This group of players is more cunning than cunning

Two puppets of the Ninth Ancestor.

One is a half-dragon puppet made by a great cultivator in Jiaojia Village.

For thousands of years, their village has been using dragon blood to cultivate a kind of mid-grade spiritual root that has evolved and mutated.

The other is a demon cultivator who died in battle that year.

It seems that he has cultivated a scarecrow flesh and blood system.

"Go!" The Ninth Ancestor controlled the corpse of the demon cultivator, "Transform into a scarecrow and unfold your flesh and blood."

Crash!

The flesh field surged like a wave.

The ground was shaking.

The gravel flew, and the ground seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​flesh and blood. The trees, flowers and plants were all covered with bright red, replaced by some new material.

Countless wriggling black and red flesh pillars rose from the ground, as if supporting the entire sky.

Crash.

Fine blood rain fell from the sky unknowingly.

Looking up, he found that the flesh pillars had grown into towering trees, with blood vessels and blood vessels densely interwoven on them, gushing blood.

This is a black and red forest of flesh and blood!

The middle-grade spiritual root Xuelihua is infinitely close to the upper-grade spiritual root, and the flesh and blood magical power in it is extremely powerful.

If their scarecrow magical power is cultivated to the peak, they can even turn flesh and blood into mountains, blood vessels into rivers, and the entire bright red land wraps a huge city.

"We are facing not only one, but two puppets of the same realm." Li Youzhu was silent.

If it were two ancestors in other directions, they could leave.

But the one in front of them absorbed the foundation of the battle that year, and as a flesh and blood system controlled by puppets, it brought them too much pressure.

"It's a bit difficult."

Li Youzhu took a deep breath and waited for the demon cultivators on the mountain to react. If they came over and attacked directly, they would not be able to leave at all: "You retreat first, I will hold him back."

"Impossible, anyway, I can't leave." Jiao Wuyu's expression showed a hint of softness.

Only she knew.

As an artificially stitched hybrid dragon, she is now dying.

The dragon head used to change its body every three years. Now that she has moved into the body, although her blood is weaker, she still needs to change her body constantly.

She is very lucky to be able to hold on until today.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly: We were originally here to die together, as long as the children can escape.

This is the best result she can think of.

She looked at the scholar in front of her and held his hand tightly. For a moment, the light and shadow overlapped. In a trance, she remembered the bright smile on the young boy's face holding the book when she climbed out of the well.

Bang! !

The bloody flesh field suddenly turned into a skeleton arm and slammed.

Jiao Wuyu, whose body was already close to splitting, was beaten away like a long snake, and his flesh and blood were shattered, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.

"No!!" Li Youzhu jumped several times and turned into a flash of lightning, kneeling suddenly, picked up Jiao Wuyu and jumped away, avoiding the next attack.

Jiao Chiwan shuttled through the house at a high speed.

Hurry up, faster.

He looked for the location according to the map, and finally saw Ning Jiaojiao and Su Yuniang who had reached the limit of the earth-binding spirit.

"We are bound by the barrier, and we can't leave after walking here."

They make up for their own shortcomings.

This place is very close to the location of Jiuzu's paper house, and the earth-shaking battle in the distance can be seen.

"It's okay, go!"

He stretched out his hand and slashed suddenly.

Two weak ghosts in the five-body realm, the connection on the ground veins is not strong at all.

With his cultivation in the four-organ realm, it is very simple to cut off.

"I won't leave!"

Ning Jiaojiao looked up: "That's my mother and my father"

"It'll be fine!" Su Yu Niang hugged Ning Jiaojiao tightly and said distressedly: "We don't have to leave either, it'll be fine, we can win

, we will definitely win!"

"Go first!" Jiao Chiwan waved his hand and took them away.

Tap tap tap!

He ran out quickly, and the surrounding scenery kept receding.

Although he didn't know where her brother went, it was too late to find him.

He had to go, as soon as possible.

The battle fluctuations in the distance made him nervous.

Can win?

How could he win?

He smiled bitterly.

The letter was a lie from the beginning.

Grandmother had no intention of going back.

Because, Grandmother was so weak that she had no ability to cut off Li Youzhu's earth vein connection.

She couldn't take him away from the beginning.

All she asked for was to share life and death, and delay time to take her children away.

It's a pity that our Jiao family now has no ancestral tombs, and even the last living ancestor has been lost. After this battle, it has completely fallen.

The blacksmiths who came to the [Ancestor Dungeon Map] early in the teleportation array and hid in the dark fell into silence when they watched this scene.

Not long ago, they were like before offering sacrifices to their ancestors and visiting the ancestor's paper house.

Then the ancestor still ignored them.

They took the cakes and hid in the distant forest, looking like they couldn't be unfilial if the ancestor didn't come out.

In fact, they were secretly monitoring the ancestor.

Even if the battle broke out now, this ancestor ignored the weak ones, allowing them to act as cameras and secretly peek at the battle.

The overwhelming mythical battle.

The whistling wind that made people breathless, listening to the roar, feeling the vastness of the flesh and blood forest, the terrifying battle made people feel cold in their hearts.

Everyone looked up at the terrible scene, and was oppressed by the terrifying and brutal fierceness and blood in the picture.

This immersive feeling seems to be real, as if traveling to another world and witnessing their life and death.

Li Youzhu fought side by side with a dragon, Ning Jiaojiao's roar, Su Yu Niang's comfort, and some of his emotions were infected by this scene.

This is not comparable to movies, this is a mythical real war!

The blood rain in the sky is getting denser and denser.

From the audience's perspective, many players went offline and watched the battle situation on the front line through here.

Night after night, crazy repair

Blurred eyes: "Everyone, it's almost time to start."

Bags under the eyes: "The text story also makes me uncomfortable, and the scene in front of me makes me even more uncomfortable. I also saw Su Yu Niang hiding in the distance comforting Ning Jiaojiao. At this moment, I realized that in our eyes, it was just a story she told, but in Su Yu Niang's eyes, it was a living joy and sorrow."

Swollen eyes: "Wuwuwu, we can't let Ning Jiaojiao be without a father or a mother! The owner of Youzhu Bookstore has sold many books on our mountain! Knife, get out of here!"

Jiucai Rong: "Then, let's start ! Launch an attack,

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people began to go online and work quickly, extremely well-trained, as if they had practiced many times.

Bang!

The next moment, an ultra-long-range attack from the Sky Ancestral Tomb suddenly fell on Jiuzu, causing Jiuzu to be seriously injured.

Boom! !

Jiuzu reacted immediately and suddenly pulled a Jiaoren puppet in front of him. With a bang, it turned into ashes with a huge force.

Jiuzu's face changed drastically, and he looked up at the sky: "Why would the two of them attack me?"

Two full-strength attacks are terrible.

The opponent used all his magic power to accumulate a force attack, and I don't know how long it took to prepare.

If he was not prepared, he might even be seriously injured or even dying.

Even now, a distressing puppet has been lost.

Then, a group of young men and women walked out with fanaticism:

"Request the unknown master to come here."

"We have been waiting for a long time."

They laughed wildly.

A morbid smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly picked up a knife.

Stab each other.

"You hit one, I hit one, a kid in flowery clothes."

Puff.

Blood suddenly stabbed into the belly, large patches of red gushed out, and the clothes were stained with red blood flowers, with a charming beauty.

"You hit two, I hit two, two kids with braids."

Puff.

The knife entered the abdomen, a lot of internal organs flowed out, but they were still laughing wildly.

One knife.

Two knives.

Three knives

"Hahaha!"

"Lord, please come."

They were ecstatic, with crazy and distorted expressions.

Puff, puff, blood gushed out.

The monks present hadn't seen such a weird scene for a long time.

The expression of the Nine Ancestors standing in the sky was indescribable, as if he had encountered a little shock, smelled a breath, and frowned:

"Family members? What are these younger generations doing, crazy? Have the demon cultivators in the villa become so radical recently?"

Crack.

The man and woman fell down seriously injured.

Countless soul air currents converged together to form a strange pattern, with a gloomy demonic nature and pure black feeling.

Click.

A figure stood up, like a brilliant black flame dancing in the wind, holding a black bow.

Then, the second figure also slowly appeared, the third figure, and the fourth figure, like undead, standing up from their fallen bodies.

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