The appearance of those strange souls made everyone feel a sudden shock in their spirits.

Is this a soul bubble?

"No, it's a man-made ember."

Li Youzhu and Jiao Wuyu stood together, looking at the gloomy and gloomy aura, and muttered, "It has something to do with the soul, and that gloomy smell reminds me of the breath of some kind of leyline."

"Sacrifice yourself, some kind of trickery?"

Jiao Wuyu looked at the phantom of the bow and arrow that looked very weak, and was extremely vigilant in his heart:

"What kind of evil art is this, this is those demon cultivators on the mountain villa, could it be that they have advanced their family heirloom spiritual roots and turned them into soul separation flowers, which can separate their souls?"

After the blacksmiths commit suicide, they smile sickly with contentment.

"Hahahaha!"

"Come, my lord!"

He died of exhaustion on the spot.

Facing the boss battle of the Raven King before, they knew that there was a huge disparity in strength and they could not cause physical damage, so they built a bell room and used a spiritual attack that did not need to break through the physical defenses - sound vibration.

There is a huge disparity in strength in front of him.

They

First, give the other party a strong shock from the consciousness.

Whether the other party believes it or not, just like the trash talk before the war, it is absolutely not a loss to engage in the last wave of mentality first.

Looking at it now, the effect is not bad.

The Nine Ancestors were already stunned, feeling inexplicable, as if they had seen an incomprehensible madman, a cultist who was more demonic than a demonic cultivator.

Flutter!

I saw that more than forty black shadow archers who committed suicide suddenly bent their bows and shot arrows.

Aim at the wounded dragon golem.

A salvo.

Shoot ten arrows at a monk of the same rank, and the psychotoxin splits.

Shoot a high-level monk, the amount of poison is too low, it may be a hundred arrows, a thousand arrows, and the amount of poison is enough to split.

Of course, what kind of mother will give birth to what kind of shadow.

Attacks rats and creates a weaker shadow than rats.

If the opponent is a giant dragon that breeds and gives birth to the shadow of division, then the opponent's combat power is also close.

Gradually, the seriously injured corpse puppet successfully conceived in October, splitting into a black shadow archer with an obviously strong aura, and his eyes were cold.

"Three-Element Realm." Li Youzhu took a few steps back vigilantly and looked at the black shadow that got up.

"It has nothing to do with yourself, it has to do with the strength of the enemy, this is a rare unknown soul poison! The toxin splits the soul and forcibly creates a soul bubble."

Jiao Wuyu had an irrepressible sense of shock on his face, "Those demon cultivators on the mountain, are they so deeply hidden?"

I didn't expect that before I died, I saw such a terrifying scene.

The demon cultivators on the mountain are actually infighting!

They had to deal with the Nine Ancestors themselves.

The reason is also understandable, if the Nine Ancestors awaken, it will inevitably affect their dominance, and even attract the power from the heights.

They did not want to be purged by the imperial court.

Even, to hide their secrets, such as this high-grade spiritual root that has just advanced out, and even definitely has the potential of a heavenly spiritual root.

The new spiritual root does not have supporting exercises and supernatural powers.

They obviously want to continue to hibernate, accumulate their foundations, and mature the supporting exercises of the spiritual root.

Therefore, the Nine Ancestors who are in the awakening will attract the attention of the great powers, and they will avoid this kind of calamity.

"Archery?"

The Nine Ancestors blocked the long-range all-out blows of the two other Ancestors, and he was seriously injured, frowning slightly:

"Is it because I've been in retreat for so long, and even my blood has changed, not the separation of flesh and blood, but the separation of soul?"

He also suspected that his family's spiritual root was advanced.

Because this is the most plausible explanation.

"The poison of the soul, so violent, with this thing, is the real ember plague, thousands of troops, overwhelming soul bubbles."

He reached out and grabbed the arrows that were shot at the golems, grinning, "The people who use them are too bad

It's good not to get shot."

The blacksmiths shouted feverishly, "It's useless, summon the great Lord to come!"

In an instant, more than a dozen powerful black shadows rushed from a distance, striding like meteors, bending their bows and shooting at them.

And one by one, Ruba always showed an evil and crazy sneer:

"Nine Ancestors, why did you betray the villa?"

"Unfilial father, you already have a way to die!"

"If I kill myself, I will defeat you!"

"It's cold, you damn it."

They were all close to the cultivation of the Three-Element Realm, their faces were resolute, their expressions were solemn, and they strode forward, bending their bows and shooting arrows.

- Those soul bubbles, consciousness appeared!

Jiao Wuyu immediately knew what was going on.

"Where do so many suicides come from?" The Nine Ancestors' cheeks twitched, and they looked in the direction where the other party appeared, and that position seemed to be the retreat direction of the Eighth Ancestor Qizu.

Affected by the picture just now, he instinctively thought:

There, like here, there are powerful monks stabbing themselves and sacrificing themselves?

Time goes back to before.

In the middle of the paper house.

"Ancestor, we are in danger." Su Yuniang begged bitterly.

Qizu was fishing and felt a little irritable:

"It's not already given to you, you take the spell and aim it, I can just sense the direction of the attack here, I retreat to the critical moment, and I can't leave."

He is self-aware and complete.

"That spell can only be used once."

Su Yuniang cried, "What age is it, who still uses that kind of thing for long-range strikes."

"And what do you use for ranged attacks now?" Keizu frowned.

"Use this."

They took out their machetes and pointed them at the ancestor, "Our family is in danger, and you don't want to see the family destroyed, right?"

"This is poisoned split, your body is great, twenty or thirty bah! Twenty or thirty powerful archers with Soul Split, there should be no problem going out to fight, right?"

They are not serious people.

But the Ancestor is not a serious immortal cultivator.

He's a demon cultivator.

There were only one or two knives, which used to be chopping and playing with comrades-in-arms in training, and it was commonplace to cut off heads and arms.

Young people nowadays are really not good.

The ancestor was interested, but he wanted to see what you were playing and show you what orthodox demon cultivation was.

"Ancestor, I'm very strong."

Qizu was heroic and laughed:

"I'm the most bloody of us! We orthodox demon cultivators, how can we say no? I'll see what kind of supernatural powers you have."

Duang！

Duang！

Duang！

A group of blacksmiths went up together, took out the momentum of striking while the iron was hot, picked up the spear and rushed up, and stabbed the father-in-law with a gun.

A moment later.

Qizu found that this toxin was really powerful.

Not for the body, but for the soul.

Your cultivation is high, your resistance is strong, and if you have too many toxins, you will still be schizophrenic and separate into a descendant.

"Don't push too hard, you melon babies! It may have been a bit damaging to my soul, after all, my ancestor cultivates my body, and my soul is not trained much."

Qizu was a little unable to hold on, watching them stab himself, he felt that he was not too filial.

They secretly communicated:

"The ancestor is really tall and hard, more than a thousand stabs, which is equivalent to a thousand needles of toxin, so much poison to split into one, I feel tired when I stand and cut me, I don't think about it at all during the battle."

"Wow, we can't control the low-level phantoms, but the high-level ones can actually enter the command and speak."

"Come on, let me chop, I also want to make a battle phantom and experience the feeling of going to the battlefield in person! I've put up with that boss for a long time."

"Okay

Cool, I can already speak."

"It's a great design! The map is still so big, we can't leave the mountain map, but we can cut people in the mountains, divide the spirits, carry out explosives, and go out to fight!"

"The map of the mountain villa that can't go out, it actually plays with flowers!"

Anyway, a new one

The ancestral tomb of the ancestor has also become a spawn point for the player.

other

We

Well, now I'm weaker, and it's useless to cut myself

We can only cut down the ancestor first.

A steady stream of powerful Cataclysmic Shadow Shooters are heading to the battlefield.

Qizu felt a little unbearable:

"Alright, almost."

"You go to the Tenth Ancestor next door to have a look, I think she should also contribute to the defense of the villa."

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