Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1702: 144 Blood Sacrifice of the Masses_3

Chapter 1702: Chapter 144 Blood Sacrifice of the Masses_3

In the next moment, from the blood-colored Ram Horn Divine Mountain behind him, numerous blood-red tree branch roots like willow twigs suddenly emerged, like a storm and tsunami, whipping towards the sword-wielding youth.

Although the sword-wielding youth was empowered by a massive amount of Blood Energy, causing his aura to surge, his face remained calm. He formed his fingers into a sword shape, and the blood-colored sword energy on his back emitted a resonant sword cry before flying out from his back, with the blood-colored sword-light like a big pen across the Sky Dome, flowing gracefully, iron brush and silver hook!

Where it passed, all that was heard was a series of crisp sounds: ‘Ping Ping Ping’.

Numerous blood-colored branches immediately dimmed in divine light and fell down.

Yet the momentum of the blood-colored sword-light did not stop, as if the brush was a large rafter, flying through the Void, stabbing towards the old man in green clothes in mid-air.

Though the old man in green looked surprised, he remained calm and sighed:

“Your father is indeed worthy of being the reincarnation of a Unification Great Cultivator, even instructing descendants with such techniques, extraordinary, extraordinary!”

After speaking, he raised his hand, and a vast Blood Sea Dao Domain condensed below, crashing down towards the many Class V and Class IV True Martial Cultivators on the Fortress!

Wang Yi’an’s face changed!

He gritted his teeth, and the blood-colored sword-light not only did not stop but instead sliced towards the old man with a sharp whistle.

At the same time, he flashed directly, landing below the Blood Sea Dao Domain.

“Hah!”

He stood on the Void, with his hands in a sky-supporting posture!

Blood Energy surged, and on Wang Yi’an’s body’s surface, his pores opened, releasing countless blood-colored steam!

He actually lifted the descending Blood Sea Dao Domain into the air.

An indescribable look of surprise flashed in Han Yanzi’s eyes.

“Cultivators can actually practice the Dao of True Martial?”

Then he pointed a finger, causing a dark Blood Energy to emerge and collide with the bright red sword-light, which immediately disintegrated.

Wang Yi’an’s formidable strength was indeed unexpected to him, but even so, it was still not comparable to the Martial Ancestor of the past.

Regardless of experience, realm, or fearless spirit.

Even that Martial Ancestor was no match for him, let alone Wang Yi’an, and what’s more, now he was constantly improving every moment.

In the next moment, he raised his hand again, pointing at Wang Yi’an, who was struggling under the pressure of the Blood Sea Dao Domain.

Yet at this very moment.

Bang!

Countless strands of Dust-removing Silk shot in, binding Han Yanzi in an instant!

Simultaneously, a bizarre, twisted gray divine light filled with the caster’s extreme grief and anger shot straight at Han Yanzi’s face!

Han Yanzi initially didn’t care much, but upon sensing this gray divine light, his expression changed at once:

“Yuanci Divine Light again!”

The Blood Energy instinctively surged, breaking open the Dust-removing Silk.

From afar came the painful cry of Dustless Patriarch.

Yet in just that brief delay, the gray divine light seized the opportunity, instantly piercing Han Yanzi’s brow!

The Blood Sea Dao Domain silently dissipated.

A figure in white, along with several Yuanci Palace mages, landed, and a Taoist also descended gracefully.

They watched Han Yanzi with solemn and guarded expressions.

“It’s Aunt Qin… Tai A Tao Temple Master…”

The sword-wielding youth, upon seeing these two, was first startled and instinctively looked around but didn’t see the imagined figure, causing a slight disappointment in his heart.

But then his expression tightened.

Clearly hit directly by Yuanci Divine Light, Han Yanzi was actually unharmed, retreating lightly to Evergoat Divine Mountain.

Despite the ugly look on his face, he turned to Qin Lingxiao, dressed in plain clothes with bloodshot eyes, revealing a smile:

“You kill this old man once, but fortunately, your Qin Family’s two Immortal Ascension cultivators also provided this old man with two opportunities to live, well worth it.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Lingxiao’s surroundings immediately surged with the power of Yuanci.

She stared at Han Yanzi with an almost uncontrollable rage in her heart.

“Palace Master Qin, do not be provoked!”

Tai A Tao Temple Master urgently warned.

Han Yanzi, hearing this, sneered coldly:

“It was merely unexpected just now, but now you’re all spent, perfect timing for you to be delivered at once, saving this old man the trouble of capturing you.”

He slightly raised his head, observing the gathering Thunder Cloud above, then lowered his gaze to look around, glancing over Qin Lingxiao, Tai A Tao Temple Master, Wang Yi’an, and others, revealing a smile:

“Counting you all, it should be sufficient!”

As his words fell, amidst everyone’s slightly shifting gazes, his figure blurred, and several clones, identical to him, flew out, pouncing towards several people…

Only ten or so breaths later.

Thunder struck, hitting Han Yanzi.

However, Han Yanzi stood unharmed at the peak of the Divine Mountain.

As the Thunder Cloud gradually dissipated.

He looked down at the people below who were entangled by the branches of the Undying divine tree, Wang Yi’an, Qin Lingxiao, Tai A Tao Temple Master, the densely packed True Martial Cultivators, despite their fierce struggle, they were completely immobile under the Blood Sea Dao Domain… revealing a smile:

“Thanks to you, the Blood Energy is ample, this old man doesn’t need to bother seeking ordinary True Martial Cultivators and mortals for trouble.”

Speaking, he shook his sleeve, releasing countless Rogue Cultivators and mortal lives captured from Fenglin Continent.

Then he raised his hand to form a seal, as countless bizarre blood-colored patterns emerged centered around him, Demonic Qi rising, yet carrying a sense of eerie and ominousness.

Huge blood-colored patterns covered the surrounding area.

“It’s the Blood Sacrifice Array!”

Among the people, Tai A Tao Temple Master was undoubtedly most knowledgeable. Upon seeing these blood-colored patterns, his expression changed drastically.

Han Yanzi didn’t seem interested in responding.

Focused entirely on carving array patterns.

Yet at this moment, Tai A Tao Temple Master could no longer maintain composure. With a thought, a duster suddenly flew out from his sleeve, expanding a gap among the Divine Tree’s branches, allowing Tai A Tao Temple Master to fly out without hesitation, using all his mana to strike the branches trapping Qin Lingxiao and Wang Yi’an.

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