"This kind of force is too terrifying for us to stop."

"In our village, even the pure-blooded Jiao capital has disappeared, and the entire Jiao has been reduced to stitching, and its strength has plummeted."

After that, the demon cultivator's side also suffered heavy losses.

There were only three Tomb Ancestors of the Three-Element Realm left, and the monks of the Three-Element Realm also died, and they were seriously injured for more than a hundred years and had not fully recovered.

In the infighting of Ning Zheng's daily curse a while ago, they were all dead.

It's really exciting.

Ning Zheng also knew the approximate reason.

Ning shark was originally born under such circumstances.

However, this loss was bearable by the previous demon cultivators.

There are only three ancestors left, and they can guard the entire mine, which is to lay a long-term foundation, and it is actually not a loss.

Even if there are more than 30,000 ancestors in Pingchang City next door, most of them are from the Four Organs Realm, and there are very few in the Three Yuan Realm.

They are also wary of each other, and it is even more impossible to pull out the ancestors and attack in the mountains collectively.

Who dares to empty the nest?

Besides, even if people don't take the opportunity to sneak up on you behind your back.

If the ancestor who fought has any mistakes and can't come back to suppress the family, he will be wiped out directly and removed from Pyeongchang City!

Therefore, the wealthy families in the city will not use their ancestors, and the tombs are more for defense, and they are attacked by the living Sanyuan Great Monk in person.

But obviously, the losses were heavy.

Thinking of this, Ning Zheng fell into a long silence.

With the narration of this middle-aged scholar, the entire history of the cottage and demon cultivation a hundred years ago slowly unfolded.

He stood up and said goodbye to him directly.

Li Youzhu said lightly:

"I'm going to contact the rest of the village too, don't come tomorrow."

"Hear the battle and go straight out, that's not something you can meddle with."

Li Youzhu believes that the other party is clever enough.

The slaves who were able to escape from the mountains proved this.

Ning Zheng finally said goodbye to the other party, took some magic money out, and asked Su Yuniang to send a large amount of river demon meat to the other party, which was filled with meat in order to maintain the most prosperous state.

Su Yuniang also got a lot of information and hurriedly returned to the mountain.

Ning Zheng returned to his house, feeling an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

I'm still too weak.

In that big war, the impact on himself was too small.

It's only been four days, 6,000, plus tomorrow it's 7,500 points.

I knew that I wouldn't have to use so much luck.

But how does he know?

Raising one's cultivation itself is also a way to avoid a crisis.

Call.

Gotta add some more.

Don't waste it, gamble on luck.

Ning Zheng's consciousness sank into the depths: "I want the best way to increase my chances of winning tomorrow."

[Luck Value-6000]

Ning Zheng's brain was very fortunate to enter the "epiphany" that monks rarely encountered, all kinds of thoughts collided in his heart, and all kinds of new thoughts and ideas exploded in his mind.

A brand-new magic power slowly appeared in Ning Zheng's mind.

"Shadow Grass Legion"

"The debilitating toxin can be blessed, through the shadow link, on the shadow of the Rice Monk."

A message flashed in Ning Zheng's mind.

Originally, Ning Zheng was still a little reluctant, and he didn't have the exercises and systems that the spiritual root supported.

Although this spell can be realized through the combination of "good luck" heaven and man, this money is enough to ascend to a small realm.

Seeing this information, Ning Zheng was stunned.

This extension spell is a bit of a statement.

You can pretend to be someone else's hand and exert the power of your own clone.

It is a very effective group fight ability, and of course, it has a common feature with most of these group combat abilities:

It's very mana-intensive!

After all, the essence is still to consume the law by yourself

force, through their own hands as a medium, shoots out the attack.

But you're safe!

They were not afraid of death, and rushed up to shoot arrows.

I don't have to hide everywhere and attack secretly.

"It allows me to make a difference."

Ning Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not the Crow King, I myself don't dare to go up, even if I put a cold arrow in the dark, it is easy to die."

Ning Zheng thought about it, went directly up the mountain, and communicated with the blacksmiths.

The old steward said, "Our owner was scheduled to leave the customs in a month, but now that there is an emergency, I can only lend you my own power to deal with it first, and this power can only be used by the people of the shadow wine rice."

Before.

Su Yuniang had already told them about it.

They were surprised: it turned out that the worldview background of our mountain village, the village below, was like this.

Many of them were moved to tears, and the tears were extremely low.

I am very touched by the story of the scholar and the fish girl, the dragon and the villagers.

They discussed for a moment, patted their chests and promised:

"Ancestor Assault Battle, we have come up with an interesting solution."

Early the next morning.

Li Youzhu closed the bookstore, carefully placed the key under the flower pot at the door of the bookstore, and looked at some villagers in front of him, "Let's go."

"Let's go, get out!"

"Let's go."

A group of villagers from Jiaojiazhai walked out mightily.

After a while, through several alleys, into the woods, soon came to a mansion.

He snapped his hand.

A flash of light flickered and slammed into the Nine Ancestors' mansion, quickly lighting up a protective shield.

The dull voice of the Nine Ancestors came from inside the house:

"Life and death, change, sinking, and rebirth, let me know that I am me, and refine a heart that understands me, and you have come at the right time."

Rumble!

A towering mass of flesh creature slammed open the door.

The wind howled, crashing into the sand and gravel on the ground, and rushed towards Li Youzhu and the others in the distance.

The Bottle Ancestor is a faceless man, a slippery and white human skin covering the entire face, holding a bottle in his hand, constantly churning with blood flowers, and the wanton flesh and blood continue to spew out, becoming a puppet puppet.

"Bloodshed"

Li Youzhu's expression gradually became solemn, "Mana protects the internal organs of the limbs, be careful that he separates our flesh and blood."

"He's a flesh puppet."

Rumble!

"And it began."

Jiao Chiwan stared at the sky, full of joy: "Even if they didn't escape back then, they will gather together, maintain the logic of their lives to resist, and continue to escape This is to complete the escape journey that was not completed that year, and they didn't succeed that year, and now they are renewed!"

Jiao Wuyu was silent and called the younger generation

Others stopped talking.

Because their Jiao family no longer has a character who can handle it.

It makes no sense for the weak to go in and answer.

Jiao Wuyu quietly entered, speeding through the mountains and forests, "He is really making a move."

She still has something to say.

Li Youzhu, who was only fifty-six years old when he died, had already stepped into the three-element realm, which can be said to be amazing.

If he hadn't died back then, a hundred years later, the entire city of Pyeongchang would have surrendered.

It was he who was so wicked that he was able to miraculously reverse the desperate situation, set up an ambush for the head of the Jiaolong, calculated the elders in the village, and took her to take the dragon and live alive.

And he, like the Nine Ancestors of Demon Cultivation, was also in a semi-awake state.

Semi-awakening is only a person who is amazing enough, has a very high level of understanding, and has a deep obsession to achieve, and re-blooms three flowers after death, knowing that I am not me.

This battle is not just about saving people.

It is even possible to bring him back to life completely, and it is also an opportunity between life and death.

Roar!

She roared

Roaring, it suddenly turned into a hornless stitched black dragon, as funny and strange as a child sewing on cloth, and flew away.

Grabbed and pressed the tall flesh puppet controlled by the Nine Ancestors, "Hurry up!"

"The remnants of the Jiao family, come if you want, and leave if you want?"

The Nine Ancestors' expressions were hideous, "I'll just say that you waste, how dare you attack us, stay here."

A terrible monster came out of the house.

Dark red blood qi scarlet gushed out, and two even more terrifying figures were revealed.

Looking at the cold and stiff familiar face of the corpse, everyone present turned pale.

The two puppets in front of him were the two three-dimensional realms that Jiaojiazhai and Demon Cultivator had died back then, and they were made into puppets alive.

Originally, in their eyes, the strength of the three ancestors was not much different, but this Demon Dao Ancestor who made a flesh puppet got the corpse, like a tiger with wings.

"Let's all stay."

The Nine Ancestors burst into laughter:

"It is worthy of the world of the Spelling Spirit Root Inheritance and the Race Bloodline, and the cloth bag of the Five Body Realm has a combat power comparable to that of the Three-Element Realm, and it must be very useful to stay as a puppet."

Jiao Wuyu's face was pale.

But it was originally an adventure, and the red sun is coming, and I can't afford to wait.

The two died directly together, and it was in her consideration from the beginning.

She looked into the distance and asked Jiao Chiwan to pick up their brother and sister, at least they had escaped.

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