Chapter 107 Hurt Yourself First, Then Hurt Others!

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

Is this a soul bubble?

"No, this is a man-made floating ember."

Li Youzhu and Jiao Wuyu stood together, looking at the gloomy and dark atmosphere, and murmured: "It is related to the soul. The gloomy smell reminds me of the breath of a certain earth vein."

"Sacrificing oneself, some kind of weirdness appears?"

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

"What kind of evil magic is this? These are the magic cultivators in the villa. Could it be that they have cultivated their family spiritual roots and advanced them into soul separation flowers, which can separate the soul?"

After the blacksmiths committed suicide, they showed a morbid smile of satisfaction.

"Hahahaha!"

"My Lord, come!"

They died on the spot.

In the previous boss battle against the Crow King, they knew that there was a huge gap in strength and could not cause physical damage, so they built a bell room and used mental attacks that did not require breaking through physical defenses - sound vibrations.

The gap in strength is even greater in front of them.

They

First, they gave the other party a strong shock in consciousness.

Whether the other party believed it or not, just like the trash talk before the war, it was definitely worth it to first get a wave of mentality.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

Jiuzu was already stunned, feeling inexplicable, as if he saw an incomprehensible madman, a cultist who was more evil than the devil cultivator.

Puff!

I saw that the more than 40 black shadow archers who committed suicide suddenly bent their bows and shot arrows.

Aiming at the seriously injured dragon flesh corpse puppet.

A volley.

Shoot ten arrows at the cultivator of the same level, and the mental toxin will split.

Shoot at a high-level cultivator, the amount of toxin is too low, it may be a hundred arrows, a thousand arrows, the amount of toxin is enough to split.

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

Attack the mouse and give birth to a shadow weaker than the mouse.

If the opponent is a giant dragon, giving birth to a split shadow, then the opponent's combat power is also close.

Gradually, the seriously injured corpse puppet succeeded in conceiving for ten months, splitting into a black shadow archer with a strong aura and cold eyes.

"Three Yuan Realm." Li Youzhu stepped back cautiously and looked at the black shadow that climbed up.

"It has nothing to do with me, but with the strength of the enemy. This is a rare unknown soul poison! The toxin causes the soul to split and forces a soul bubble to be produced."

Jiao Wuyu's face was filled with shock, "Are those demon cultivators on the mountain hiding so deeply?"

I didn't expect that I would see such a terrifying scene before I died.

The demon cultivators on the mountain actually had an internal conflict!

They wanted to deal with the Nine Ancestors themselves.

The reason is understandable. If the Nine Ancestors awaken, it will inevitably affect their ruling status and even attract the arrival of powerful people from high places.

They don't want to encounter the purge of the court.

Even more, they have to hide their secrets, such as this top-grade spiritual root that has just been advanced, which definitely has the potential of a heavenly spiritual root.

The new spiritual root does not have matching skills and magical powers.

They obviously want to continue to lie dormant, accumulate foundation, and mature the matching skills of spiritual roots.

Therefore, the awakening Nine Ancestors will attract the attention of the powerful, and they should avoid this disaster.

"Shooting arrows?"

The Nine Ancestors blocked two long-range full-strength attacks from other ancestors, and were seriously injured. He frowned slightly:

"I have been in seclusion for so long that even my blood has changed. It is not the separation of flesh and blood, but the separation of soul?"

He also suspected that his family's spiritual roots had advanced.

Because this is the most reasonable explanation.

"The poison of the soul is so fierce. If there is this thing, it will be a real disaster. There will be thousands of troops and soul bubbles everywhere."

He stretched out his hand to grab the arrows shot at the puppets, grinning: "The people who used them are too bad. It would be better if they didn't hit them."

The blacksmiths shouted enthusiastically: "It's useless. Summon the great Lord to come!"

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

And each of them showed an evil and arrogant sneer like a boss:

"You are just the Ninth Ancestor, why did you betray the villa?"

"Unfilial father, you have already chosen your own death!"

"I will kill myself to defeat you!"

"The weather is cold, you deserve to die."

They are all close to the cultivation of the Three Yuan Realm, with firm faces and solemn expressions, striding forward, bending their bows and shooting arrows.

——Those soul bubbles have consciousness!

Jiao Wuyu immediately knew what happened.

"Where did so many people who committed suicide come from?" The Ninth Ancestor's face twitched, looking in the direction where the other party appeared. That position seemed to be the direction of the retreat of the Eighth Ancestor Qizu.

Influenced by the scene just now, he instinctively thought:

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

Time goes back to the past.

In the paper house.

"Ancestor, we are in danger." Su Yu Niang begged bitterly.

Qi Zu was fishing and felt a little irritated:

"I've already given it to you. You hold the talisman and aim it. I can sense the direction and attack here. I'm in seclusion at a critical moment and can't leave."

He completed his self-awareness.

"That talisman can only be used once."

Su Yu Niang cried, "What era is it now? Who still uses that kind of thing for long-range attacks?"

"Then what do you use for long-range attacks now?" Qi Zu frowned.

"Use this."

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

"This is poisoning and splitting. You are in good health. You have twenty or thirty powerful shooters! It shouldn't be a problem to go out and fight, right?"

They are not serious people.

But the ancestor is not a serious cultivator either.

He is a demon cultivator.

Just one or two knives, I used to chop with my comrades for fun during training. It was common to chop heads and arms.

Young people nowadays are really not good enough.

The ancestor was in high spirits. He wanted to see what you guys were up to. He wanted to show you what an orthodox magic cultivator is.

"My ancestor is very strong."

Qi Zu laughed loudly and said, "I am the most vigorous among us! How can we say no to orthodox magic cultivators? Let me see what kind of magic you have."

duang!

duang!

duang!

A group of blacksmiths came together, taking out the momentum of striking while the iron is hot, picked up their spears and rushed forward, stabbing their adoptive father with one shot after another.

After a while.

Qi Zu found that this poison was really powerful.

It was not aimed at the body, but at the soul.

You have a high level of cultivation and strong resistance. Too much poison can still make you schizophrenic and split into a sub-body.

"Don't use too much force, you idiots! It may cause a little damage to my soul. After all, I, the ancestor, cultivate my body and don't train my soul much."

Qi Zu couldn't hold on any longer. Watching them stabbing him, he felt so filial.

They communicated secretly:

"The ancestor is really tall and hard. I stabbed him more than a thousand times, which is equivalent to a thousand injections of poison. It took so much poison to split one. I feel exhausted just standing there and chopping him. Don't even think about it in the battle."

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

"Let me do it, let me chop, I also want to make a combat phantom and experience the feeling of going to the battlefield in person! I have been enduring that boss for a long time."

"Cool, I can already speak."

"This design is full of sense! The map is still so big. We can't leave the villa map, but we can chop people on the mountain, split wandering souls, explode soldiers, and go out to fight!"

"The villa map where you can't go out, it actually plays a lot!"

In any case, a new

ancestor's tomb has also become a player rebirth point.

Others

We

Well, we are weaker now, and it's useless to chop ourselves

We can only chop the ancestor first.

A steady stream of powerful natural disaster shadow shooters are heading to the battlefield.

Qi Zu felt a little overwhelmed:

"It's enough, almost done."

"Go to the Tenth Ancestor next door and see, I think she should also contribute to the defense of the villa."

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