The emergence of those eerie soul bodies caused everyone's spirit to jolt suddenly.

"Is this a soul bubble?"

"No, this is an artificially created Wandering Embers."

Li Youzhu and Jiao Wuyu stood together, gazing at the gloomy and somber aura, murmuring: "It's related to the soul. That gloomy taste reminds me of a certain Earth Vein's aura."

"Sacrificing oneself, some ghost appearing?"

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

"What sort of evil technique is this? Are these Demon Cultivators from the manor cultivating their family heritage Spiritual Root to the next level, turning into a Soul Separation Flower, capable of soul separation?"

The blacksmiths, after committing suicide, revealed satisfied and leisurely sick smiles.

"Hahahahaha!"

"O Lord, descend upon us!"

Passed away on the spot.

Previously, facing the Crow King in the boss battle, they knew the disparity in strength, unable to inflict physical harm, so they built a bell-sending room, using mental attacks that don't require breaking through physical defenses—sound vibrations.

Even more disparity in strength now.

What they need to do first is similarly to start from mental attacks, mental pollution!

First, deliver a strong deterrent to the opponent from the consciousness.

Whether the opponent believes it or not, it's like trash talk before a battle, messing with their mindset first, absolutely not losing out.

Now looking, the effect is pretty good.

The Nine Ancestors were already stunned, feeling inexplicably bewildered, as if seeing maniacs they couldn't comprehend, more demonic than Demon Cultivators.

Whoosh!

Only saw those forty-plus black shadow archers born from suicide suddenly bending bows and shooting arrows.

Aiming at the severely injured dragon meat puppet.

A wave of volley fire.

Second wave of volley fire.

Third wave of volley fire...

Shooting cultivators of the Same Tier with ten arrows, the mental poison splits.

Shooting cultivators of the High Tier, the poison amount is too low, possibly a hundred arrows, a thousand arrows, only then does the poison amount suffice to split.

Of course, what kind of mother gives birth to what kind of shadow.

Attacking rats creates shadows weaker than rats.

If the opponent is a Giant Dragon, birthing split shadows, then the opponent's combat power is similarly close.

Gradually, the severely injured corpse puppet successfully completed a ten-month pregnancy, splitting out a black shadow archer with obviously strong aura, gaze cold.

"Three Elements Realm." Li Youzhu cautiously retreated a few steps, watching the black shadow climbing up.

"Irrelevant to oneself, dependent on the enemy's strength, it's a rare unknown soul poison! The toxin leads to soul splitting, forcibly creating a soul bubble."

Jiao Wuyu's face was full of uncontrollable shock, "Those Demon Cultivators on the mountain, hiding so deeply."

Unexpectedly, before dying, he witnessed such a terrifying scene.

The Demon Cultivators on the mountain actually had an internal conflict!

They wanted to deal with the Nine Ancestors themselves.

The reason is also understandable; if the Nine Ancestors awaken, it will certainly affect their ruling position, possibly even draw down a Great Power from above.

They do not wish for a Court cleansing.

Moreover, they want to hide their secrets, like this newly advanced Upper Grade Spiritual Root, even possibly having the potential of Celestial Grade Spiritual Root.

The new Spiritual Root doesn't have corresponding Cultivation Technique or Divine Techniques.

They obviously want to continue dormant, accumulate foundation, mature the Cultivation Technique matching the Spiritual Root.

So the awakening Nine Ancestors would attract Great Power's attention, they avoid such calamity.

"Shooting arrows?"

The Nine Ancestors blocked two full-power remote strikes from other ancestors, got heavily injured, slightly frowned:

"I have been in seclusion for so long, even my bloodline has changed, not flesh separation, but soul separation?"

He also suspected his family's Spiritual Root advancement.

Because it is the most reasonable explanation.

"Soul poison, so fierce, having this thing is the real Ash Disaster, countless troops and horses, overwhelming soul bubbles."

He reached out to grab the arrows shot at the puppet, grinned: "The user is too poor, just don't let them hit."

The blacksmiths shouted feverishly: "It's useless, summon the great lord to descend!"

In an instant, more than a dozen powerful black shadows, sprinting from afar, stride like meteors, bend bows to shoot.

And each reveals a sinister and arrogant cold laugh:

"Mere Nine Ancestors, why betray the manor?"

"Disrespectful father, you already have a path to death!"

"I will defeat you even if I kill myself!"

"The weather is getting chilly, you should die."

...

They all have cultivation nearing the Three Elements Realm, faces resolute, expressions solemn, striding forward, bending bows to shoot.

——those soul bubbles developed consciousness!

Jiao Wuyu instantly realized what happened.

"Where did...so many suicidal people come from?" The Nine Ancestors' face twitched, looked in the direction where the opponent appeared, that location seemed to be the Eight Ancestors Ancestor Qi's seclusion direction.

Affected by the previous scene, he instinctively thought:

There, also like here, are powerful cultivators stabbing themselves, sacrificing themselves?

...

Time returns to before.

In the Paper House.

"Ancestor, we are in grave danger." Su Yuniang pleaded bitterly.

Ancestor Qi was fishing, feeling somewhat irritated:

"Haven't I already given you, hold the Talisman and target, I can sense the direction and attack here, I'm at a critical moment in seclusion and cannot leave."

He self-aware and re-completes.

"That Talisman can only be used once."

Su Yuniang cried: "What era is this, who still uses that thing for remote strikes."

"What is used for remote attacks now?" Ancestor Qi frowned.

"Use this."

They took out a cleaver, aimed at the ancestor, "Our family, is in grave danger, and you wouldn't want to see the family destroyed, would you?"

"This is a toxic split, your body is robust, pregnant with twenty or thirty...ahem! Split twenty or thirty powerful combat spirit archers should be no problem in battle, right?"

They were not decent people.

But the ancestor was not a legitimate cultivator either.

He was a Demon Cultivator.

Merely one or two knives, were previously played while training with comrades, decapitating arms was everyday practice.

Today's young people really cannot cope.

The ancestor intrigued, wanting to see what they play, showing them what is genuine demon cultivation.

"I'm physically robust as an ancestor."

Ancestor Qi boldly laughed, heroically said:

"I am the most vigorous in our midst! How can we, legitimate demon cultivators, say we are not capable? I will see what your Divine Techniques are."

Duang!

Duang!

Duang!

A group of blacksmiths rushed up, carrying the momentum of striking while the iron is hot, picked up long spears and thrust at the adoptive father's body.

Moments later.

Ancestor Qi found this toxin truly formidable.

Not targeting the flesh, targeting the soul.

Your cultivation is high, resistance strong, the toxin still makes you suffer a mental split, branching a sub-body.

"You punks, don't be too forceful! Possible damage to my soul may be great, after all, I cultivate the body, haven't practiced much on the soul."

Ancestor Qi felt a little overwhelmed, watching them stab him, feeling incredibly filial.

They secretly communicated:

"The ancestor is truly tall and tough, stabbed a thousand plus times, equivalent to injecting a thousand doses of toxin, so much poison only split one, standing to let me chop feels exhausting, no way during battle."

"Wow, the Low Tier phantom we cannot control, High Tier can enter command, even talk."

"Quick, let me, let me chop, I also want to create a combat phantom, experience the feeling of going to the battlefield personally! I've tolerated that boss for long."

"So cool, I can already speak."

"This is full of design sense! The map remains so large, we cannot leave the manor map, but can chop people on the mountain, split Wandering Souls, troop spawn, go fight!"

"Cannot exit the manor map, still playing creatively!"

Regardless, a new fourth heavenly calamity spawn troop flow emerged.

The ancestor's ancestral grave also became the player's rebirth point.

Other fourth heavenly calamities spawn monsters upgrade troop!

Our fourth heavenly calamity chop oneself upgrade troop!

Hmm, now oneself too weak, chopping oneself useless...

We can only chop the ancestor first.

Incessantly spawning powerful celestial calamity illusion shooters, heading for the battlefield.

Ancestor Qi felt a bit unable to withstand:

"That's enough, it's about time."

"Go check at the Ten Ancestors next door, I feel she should also contribute to defending the manor."

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