Chapter 85: Ancestor

The ditch on the ground around the young Confucian statue has already been filled with blood, and all the blood is like a stream of trickles that gather under the statue.
Along with the trembling voice of the white-haired old man, the surface of the statue has a faint rhythm of rhythm. The front of the robes hangs down, and a vortex whirls and spins, and there are strange fluctuations.
"嗡" is a strange noise!
The vortex shines brightly, and a soldier dressed in a blood-colored armor flashes out of it. His gaze gaze at the outside for a moment, and his body leaps into the sky and flies straight toward the battlefield outside the square.
A moment later, the vortex flashed again, and another blood-skinned soldier flashed out of it and joined the killing of the periphery.
Just then, a black robe girl sitting around the statue suddenly stumbled and fell.
His face was pale as paper, and even his lips did not have a little blood, and the wound at the wrist was still cracked, but no more blood could flow out.
The white-haired old man saw it, and his eyes showed a trace of unbearable look, but he could only wave his hand.
Among the dozens of people waiting to be on the side, immediately a clothed man came forward and took the girl to the side, taking out a red medicinal herb and feeding it down.
The position where the girl was vacant was quickly filled up by a young girl.
The girl's face was awkward, but she did not sit down on her knees. She, like everyone else, rolled up her left arm sleeve and took out a sharp knife to reach the wrist.
She closed her eyes with some fear, her teeth biting her lips and slashing her knife from her wrist.
A striking blood line emerged immediately, and the red blood fell like a bunch of blood-colored pearls.
......
Although the altar is fully operational here, every time a blood-skinned soldier will be born and joined into the battle, but this will not stop the defeat of the Terran side.
Not long after, the fierce shouting became more and more close, and the faces on the square became ugly and abnormal, and the eyes gradually showed the color of despair.
The altar of the altar, centered on the statue of the young Confucian scholars, is the inheritance of their family. Once the aliens are captured and the statue of the gods is destroyed, the entire ethnic group is destroyed.
At this moment, more and more Terran monks were forced by the aliens to retreat from the periphery to the periphery of the square, forming a ring of defensive circles and doing the last trap of the beast.
In the midair, huge roars continued to come, and several groups of rainbows violently collided together, showing more than ten figures.
Six of them are all skinless and interracial, one by one, with a fascinating look in the eyes, and prominent fangs, flashing cold.
The skin of the alien skin is tall, and one of them is a purple robe man, which is two more than the same family. It looks like a tower standing in the air.
The body is very rich, and it is a majestic monk, and the five aliens who follow him are all in the middle and late stages.
These people also shrouded the white light, but it was much more solid than the ordinary aliens.
In the five ethnic monks who are opposite to each other, except for a refined man with a green shirt and a slightly fat body, the other men are just the beginning of the fit, obviously not the alien opponents.
On the verge of a catastrophic crisis, the refined man was unable to say anything at the moment. He could only glance at the huge statue on the square and bite his teeth.
But at this time, the change is sudden!
A group of bright white light appeared without warning in front of a few elegant men, like a sun, and exploded, and countless light flew out of them, and swallowed them in.
"Boom"
A powerful wave of turbulence, rushing from the center of the explosion, suddenly formed a number of violent tornado hurricanes, sweeping away in all directions.
I saw a few fuzzy figures, suddenly bursting out from the white light and falling towards the square.
A loud bang of "Boom."
The ground at the edge of the square collapsed and suddenly fell into a large pit with a depth of ten feet.
But soon, there were a few rainbow lights flying out of the pit, and the figures of the monks of the Terran were present. At this moment, the clothes were broken and the atmosphere was chaotic.
The elegant man is more like a gold paper, holding a broken blood-stained shield in his hand, and blood is constantly coming out from the corner of his mouth.
It was he who tried his best to save the people. Although no one was killed, he himself obviously paid a price.
"The patriarch..."
When the surrounding people saw this, they were even more alarmed and cried.
The elegant man wiped the blood of his mouth with his sleeves and waved his hand to the crowd, indicating that he was fine.
He looked up at the sky and saw that the aliens did not immediately catch up. Then he walked under the statue and cast a look at the white-haired old man.
The old man shook his head and said sadly: "The ancestors still did not respond."
The elegant man smiled and muttered: "I am a ancestors, do you really want to abandon your people and abandon your servants?"
At this moment, the purple robe alien had brought several elders of the same family to fly over the square and laughed and said:
"Ha ha ha ... Luo Feng, still pleading with your useless ancestors? Is it better to change it, and later change to believe in our cold crystal ancestors?"
"Tuha, you are going to be mad! Your ancestors, that year is just the defeat of our Wumen Island ancestors." The refined man screamed.
"Hey, what was the moment of humiliation in the past? The so-called king defeat, our ancestors are still sheltering their own people from the past, but yours. After being severely wounded and slumbering before 10,000 years ago, they have awakened. Have you ever been afraid of it?" The purple-nosed figure Tuha pointed to the white light on his body and looked at the statue, scornfully said.
Luo Feng’s words are a stagnation. He wants to refute, but he is speechless, because there is nothing wrong with what the other party said.
For nearly 10,000 years, the ancestors of their ethnic group have indeed been in a deep sleep, and they have almost no connection with the tribes. Especially in the past millennium, there is no response to the call of the tribes.
At the beginning of the invasion of the enemy, they had already smashed their heads and tried to awaken the ancestors by relying on the blood of the people, but so far there has been no echo.
Although it is still possible to evoke some ancestors through the image of the gods left behind, but it is also a drop in the bucket, it can barely resist one or two, and it will not change the overall situation.
"Luo Feng, just relying on these summoned blood armor soldiers, would like to stop us from spitting a family, it is simply an idiot to say a dream. If you do not surrender, I will kill you Manchu." Tuha suddenly improved his tone and shouted.
The voice just fell, his hand waved, the surrounding cold crystal family swarmed, and the offensive suddenly violently doubled.
The Umno Island side was originally in a weak position. At this moment, it was even more precarious. Several defense lines were broken. Seeing the enemy, they had to break into the center of the square.
Luo Feng's body trembled, his face was ugly, and his heart was desperate.
At this moment, I don’t know where there was a sudden low voice, and the blue statue trembled and rumbling.
Then the statue glowed brightly and brightly.
"This is... the ancestors... the ancestors are showing up!"
The white-haired old man who was closest to the altar was the first to discover the change, and shouted with great joy.
On the Wumen Island side, everyone was first stunned, and then they heard the voice of the old man. They suddenly showed ecstasy, morale soared, and the line of defense that was about to collapse had a slight sign of stability.
The offensive Hanjing people look exactly the opposite, and their hearts are also very popular.
If the ancestors of the other party can really show their spirits, even the patriarchs of their Mahayana period are not opponents at all.
"impossible!"
The Tukha patriarch stared at the statue below, and some shouted unbelievably.
The radiant glow of the statue became brighter and brighter, then slammed, and the whole statue burst open and turned into a large black and dark ink.
After a few flashes of black light, it turned into a black vortex with a radius of several tens of feet.
A black arc flashed in the whirlpool, tearing the void and making a deafening thunder.
The original bright sky, with the appearance of black whirlpools, also appeared a cloud of darkness, and there was also a glimpse of electric awns in it.
The aura of heaven and earth within a few hundred miles, the page is like boiling boiling water, rolling up violently.
Seeing such a scene, both sides of the battle have changed their faces, and they immediately stopped their hands.
The black arc in the vortex increased rapidly, and then condensed into one place, turning into a huge black electric ball, squeaking.
Hey!
The black electric ball was suddenly twisted, and then it was elongated and turned into a crack of dark space of a dozen feet.
Hey!
A somewhat embarrassing figure flew out from the inside, and when it was shaken, it stabilized in the air, showing a figure of a man in a green robe.
The space crack flashed a few times, slowly closed, disappeared without a trace.
In the next moment, the black vortex in the air slowly dissipated, and the aura of the world was quickly restored, and the dark clouds in the air disappeared.
Although the Qingpao man looks a little embarrassed, his look is a touch of joy.
But when it stabilized its shape, and looked into the surroundings, and saw the crowd around the Ukrainian, the brows wrinkled slightly.
This person is Han Li, he struggled to solve the problem, and finally successfully crossed the interface gap.
However, at this time, his body power is almost exhausted, the strength of the flesh is also a big loss, and the eight treasures of the skeleton are also completely broken in the space storm.
Just, what is going on in front of this scene?
"The ancestors! You are finally back!"
The Luofeng patriarch quickly glanced at the Qingpao man, and his eyes swept through a glimmer of ecstasy. His face was filled with ecstasy and he leaned over to the Qingpao man.