The ditch on the ground around the statue of the young Confucian had long been filled with blood, and all the blood was like a trickle, collecting under the statue.

Accompanied by the white-haired old man's trembling voice, a faint layer of blood light on the surface of the statue rose and contracted rhythmically, and where the placket of the robe fell, a blood-colored vortex was dripping and spinning, and there were bursts of strange fluctuations from it.

A "buzz" sound!

A soldier in blood-colored armor flashed out of the blood-colored vortex, his wooden gaze glancing outward for a moment, and then his figure soared into the sky, flying straight in the direction of the battlefield outside the square.

A moment later, another flash of light flashed in the blood-colored vortex, and another blood-armored soldier flashed out of it and joined the battle on the periphery.

At this moment, a black-robed girl sitting around the statue suddenly skewed and fell.

His face was as pale as paper, not even his lips were bloody, and the wound on his wrist was still open, but there was not a drop of blood to come out.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man showed a look of unbearability in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.

Among the dozen or so people waiting on the side, a big man in cloth immediately stepped forward, hugged the girl aside, took out a red pill and fed it.

And the vacant position of the girl was quickly filled by a young girl.

The girl's face was a little timid, but she sat down cross-legged without the slightest delay, and like everyone else, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a bright knife, and pressed it against her wrist.

She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lip with her teeth, and slashed the knife through her wrist.

A striking line of blood immediately emerged, and the crimson blood fell down like a string of blood-colored pearls.

......

Although the altar here was running at full strength, and every few moments a blood-armored soldier would spawn from it to join the battle, but this did not stop the decline of the Terran side in the slightest.

It didn't take long for the fierce killing shouts to get closer and closer, and the faces of everyone in the square became ugly and abnormal, and their eyes gradually showed despair.

The altar circle centered on the statue of the young Confucian on the square is the foundation of their clan's inheritance, once it is attacked by a foreign race and the statue of the ancestral god is destroyed, then the entire clan will be wiped out.

At this moment, more and more Terran monks were forced by the alien race to retreat from all directions to the periphery of the square, forming a circular defensive circle, doing the final battle of trapped beasts.

In the high sky, a huge roar kept coming, and several clouds of rainbow light collided fiercely, and more than ten figures appeared from it.

Six of them, all of them were blue-skinned aliens, all with hideous faces, fanatical and warlike looks in their eyes, and a cold light flashed on their protruding fangs.

The blue-skinned alien race was already tall, and the purple-robed man at the head of them was two heads taller than the people of the same race, and it looked as if an iron tower was standing in the air.

His body is full of aura, and he is a Mahayana monk, and the five alien races who follow him behind him all have the cultivation of the middle and late stages of the merger.

These people were also shrouded in that layer of white light, but they were far more condensed than ordinary aliens.

Among the five Terran monks who were opposite them, except for an elegant man in a green shirt with a slightly chubby body who had the late stage of merger cultivation, the others were only in the early stage of merging, and they were obviously not those alien opponents.

On the verge of extinction, the elegant man couldn't say anything about the bitterness in his heart at the moment, so he could only glance at the huge statue in the square and gritted his teeth secretly.

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!

A bright white light appeared in front of the elegant man without warning, and exploded like a blazing sun, and countless rays of light flew out of it, engulfing them in an instant.

"Boom Boom"

An incomparably powerful wave of air rushed from the center of the explosion, forming several violent tornadoes and hurricanes, sweeping away in all directions.

I saw several blurred figures, which suddenly shot out of the white light and fell in the direction of the square.

There was a loud "boom".

The ground at the edge of the square cracked, and suddenly sank into a large pit more than ten feet deep.

But soon, several rainbow lights flew out of the pit, and the figures of those human monks appeared, all of whom were already in tatters at this moment, and their breath was in chaos.

And the elegant man was even more like gold paper, holding a broken blood-patterned shield in his hand, and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

It was his best efforts to save everyone, and although no one was killed, he obviously paid a lot of price for himself.

"Patriarch ......"

When the surrounding human races saw this, they were even more panicked and shouted one after another.

The elegant man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and waved his hand to everyone, indicating that he was fine.

He glanced up at the sky, and seeing that the aliens did not immediately catch up, he took a few steps to the bottom of the statue and cast an inquiring glance at the white-haired old man.

The old man shook his head and said with a sad expression: "The ancestral god still hasn't responded in the slightest. ”

The elegant man smiled bitterly and muttered, "Lord Ancestral God, do you really want to abandon your people and your servants?"

At this moment, the purple-robed alien clan had already taken several elders of the same clan and flew into the sky above the square, laughing and saying:

"Hahaha...... Luo Feng, are you still begging for your useless ancestral gods? Why don't you be flexible, how about converting to our Hanjing ancestral gods in the future?"

"Tuha, you don't have to be arrogant! Your ancestral god was just a defeated soldier under the hands of our ancestral god on Umeng Island. The elegant man retorted.

"Hehe, what was the temporary humiliation back then? The so-called success and defeat of the king, our ancestral gods are still protecting their own clan without disadvantage, and yours. Since he was seriously injured and fell asleep ten thousand years ago, have you ever woken up? I'm afraid it has already fallen, right?" Tuha of the purple-robed alien race pointed to the white light on his body, looked at the statue again, and said disdainfully.

Luo Feng was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to refute it, but he was a little speechless, because there was nothing wrong with what the other party said.

For nearly 10,000 years, the ancestral god in their clan has indeed been asleep, and there is almost no contact with the clan, especially in the past thousand years, he has not responded to the call of the clan.

At the beginning of this invasion of the great enemy, they had already hardened their heads and relied on the blood of their clansmen to try to awaken the ancestral gods, but there was no response so far.

Although he can still summon some ancestral guards through this statue left by the ancestral god, it is only a drop in the bucket, and he can only barely resist one or two, and he can't change the overall situation at all.

"Luo Feng, just with these summoned blood armor dao soldiers, it is a fool's dream to stop our Tuhun clan. If you don't surrender obediently, I will slaughter your Manchus. Tuha suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

As soon as the words fell, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding Hanjing clans swarmed up, and the attack suddenly became more violent.

The Umeng side, which was already in a weak position, was now even more precarious, and several defensive lines were breached, and the enemy was about to attack the center of the square.

Luo Feng's body trembled, his face was extremely ugly, and he felt a little desperate in his heart.

At this moment, a low whining sound suddenly came from nowhere, and the cyan statue suddenly trembled and rumbled.

Then the statue emitted a dazzling black light, which became brighter and brighter.

"It's ...... Ancestral Gods...... The ancestral god has appeared!"

The white-haired old man closest to the altar was the first to notice the change and shouted with great joy.

Everyone on the Wumeng Island side was stunned at first, and then when they heard the old man's voice, they all immediately showed ecstasy, and their morale skyrocketed, and the defense line that was about to collapse actually showed a hint of stability.

The Hanjing people who attacked looked the opposite, and they were also very worried in their hearts.

If the other party's ancestral god can really manifest his spirit, even if he is the patriarch of their Mahayana period, he is not an opponent at all.

"Impossible!"

The Tuha patriarch stared at the statue below and exclaimed in disbelief.

The light emitted by the statue became brighter and brighter, and then with a sudden flash, the entire statue burst open, turning into a large area of black light.

After a few flashes of black light, it turned into a black vortex with a radius of tens of zhang.

Arcs of pitch-black lightning flickered in the whirlpool, tearing through the void and emitting a deafening thunderous sound.

The originally bright sky, with the appearance of black whirlpools, also appeared with dark clouds, and faintly electric flashes flashed in it.

The aura of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles, the pages were like boiling boiling water, tumbling violently.

Seeing such a scene, the faces of both warring sides changed greatly, and they immediately stopped with fear.

The black arcs of electricity in the vortex increased rapidly, and then condensed into one place, turning into a huge black ball of electricity, snorting.

Poof!

The black electric ball twisted abruptly, and then elongated, turning into a pitch-black spatial crack more than ten zhang long.

Sou!

A somewhat stumbling figure flew out from inside, swaying slightly and steadying in mid-air, revealing the figure of a man in a green robe.

The spatial crack flashed wildly a few times, slowly closed, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the black vortex in mid-air also slowly dissipated, the turbulent heaven and earth aura quickly recovered, and the dark clouds in the sky also disappeared.

Although the man in the green robe looked a little embarrassed, there was a hint of joy in his expression.

But when he stabilized his body and looked around, he frowned slightly when he saw the crowd around him.

This person was none other than Han Li, and he had worked hard to figure it out, and finally succeeded in crossing the interface gap.

However, at this time, the mana in his body was almost exhausted, and the strength of his physical body was also greatly consumed, and the Eight Treasures Exquisite Bone Armor was completely shattered in the space storm.

It's just that what's going on with this scene in front of you?

"Lord Ancestral God, you're finally back!"

Patriarch Luo Feng glanced at the green-robed man quickly, a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he bowed down towards the green-robed man.