Chapter 165 Terrifying Strength

Deep in the mountains.

In the Luowuyuan tribe’s territory, the bonfire was bright and there were many people walking around.

This secluded village welcomed its busiest day in a hundred years. The ancestors who had been sleeping underground, perfectly fitting in with the containers of this generation, revived and walked the mortal world.

The curses flowing in the children's bodies were completely eliminated, even though the killing moves that condensed the life-long efforts of sixteen great masters of Gu Dao could be passed on through their blood.

But as long as this ancestor, who is worshipped as a "god" by the tribe, is still alive, the curse will not pose any threat.

Xu Shi.

The ancestor broke the curse that was corroding the body of the last boy, gently stroked the child's brow, and made him fall into a deep sleep.

Then, it calmly stood up and left the dim wooden house.

Granny Liu and the Great Elder had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When they saw the thin figure coming out, they bowed deeply, lowered their heads and said:

"Ancestor, the leaders of Lingchong Valley, Baiyue Village, and Yaoxian Society have all surrendered and are waiting outside the altar."

"The matter of the hostages has been handed over to the Medicine Immortal Association. Currently, a hundred hostages have been captured and are being held at their base in the outer borders."

"In addition to the three families that surrendered, there are also some 'hard bones' who came back with us. They are all clan leaders or elders of the major clans in southern Xinjiang today. I beg you to take action and knock one or two of them down."

"Walk."

The ancestor disagreed. His pair of eyes, like flowing jade, revealed his indifference that he regarded the common people as straw dogs.

For a being like it that has lived for a long time, dealing with those self-proclaimed powerful Gu cultivators is as easy as clearing away ashes with a whisk.

On the outer edge of the tribal land, there is a towering altar. Long ago, the ancestors of Luo Wuyuan walked up the wooden stairs step by step to the high platform that the tribesmen looked up to and launched wars to attack other tribes.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The ancestor walked slowly, and his voice echoed, but it attracted a group of Gu cultivators ten feet away from the altar, and they became nervous.

They were all the heads and high-ranking officials of some forces. They were at least influential and had a say in southern Xinjiang. But at this moment, they were filled with an indescribable palpitation.

The three rulers of Lingchong Valley, Baiyue Village, and Yaoxian Society knelt on the ground to show their loyalty.

The dim light reflected the ancestor's handsome face. It walked to the center of the altar and sat on the stone seat that seemed to have been waiting for it for countless years, through frost and scorching heat. Its captivating eyes swept across the entire venue, looking down at the guests.

The four priest elders of Luowuyuan stood quietly behind their ancestor, all of them with surging emotions in their hearts. The time had come to restore the glory of the tribe.

The dozen or so Gu cultivators below were all struck by lightning, and no one dared to believe that the appearance and body of the 'ancestor' could be so young.

But the oppressive feeling that came at them like a natural disaster or tsunami told them that the monster before them was undoubtedly the overlord who was famous in southern Xinjiang a thousand years ago and had once killed all ethnic groups and made them bow down to him.

"Can't you kneel down to see me?"

The ancestor questioned fourteen Gu cultivators from various forces. It sat high on the throne, like a king overlooking his subjects.

The cold voice was filled with majesty comparable to that of a towering mountain. The weak were terrified and could not bear the pressure. Their legs became weak and they knelt down tremblingly.

His actions indirectly caused the fear buried deep in the hearts of the people to grow even bigger. People knelt down one after another. In just a few breaths, only the chiefs of the four major clans were left with ashen faces, refusing to surrender.

"?"

The resistance of these people, whether due to dignity, belief, or strength, was undoubtedly absurd in the eyes of the ancestors. It was as insignificant as a monkey's unwillingness to be tamed by humans and used as a tool for entertainment, but it still made the ancestors care about it.

During the long years, except for the tribesmen with the same bloodline, they were treated as "humans", while the rest were treated like monkey beasts.

The ancestor stared at the four figures, slowly raised his right hand, and a bright light emerged, giving them no chance to react.

The next moment, a palm print that covered the sky and the moon fell from the void.

"No! Let's go!"

The clan leaders who sensed the murderous intent felt their scalps tingling, their faces turning pale with fear, and their lips trembling.

They were about to leave, but they felt horrified and their bodies were completely unable to move, trapped in some special invisible confinement.

No matter how they struggled, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. The other people kneeling down suffered unexpected disaster and hurriedly dodged, but were not affected.

In an instant, the whole place was in chaos and everyone was very close to death.

This is the strength of the ancestor Luo Wuyuan. He stands at the pinnacle of cultivation among thousands of extraordinary people in Southern Xinjiang. With just a wave of his hand, he can bring a devastating blow to the grandmasters of later generations.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gap in strength between the two sides is almost equivalent to that between ants and humans.

"what!!!"

The four Gu cultivators screamed desperately, burning their blood and energy, performing various secret techniques, some even begged desperately, expressing their willingness to surrender, but it was too late.

There was no room for negotiation. As the ancestor's eyes became fierce, all resistance was wiped out.

"Boom!"

The palm print caused the ground to tremble and shake violently. The screams stopped abruptly, and four pools of rotten flesh and blood sank deep into the broken soil.

The survivors who witnessed this scene were all terrified, their hearts pounding, they had just narrowly escaped death.

The ancient rumors recorded within the tribe surfaced deep in their minds, awakening the fear dormant in their blood and causing them to completely abandon all thoughts of resistance.

The ancestor instructed the great elder beside him:
"Send these bodies to their tribes. If they refuse to surrender, they will be destroyed."

"Junior understands."

The elder who holds power in the clan is like a servant in front of the ancestor, and obeys and carries out all the arrangements made by the ancestor.

"How long will it take them to arrive?"

Hearing the question, Liu Po ​​frowned slightly and responded:
"I have already spread the news. The Sanyi Sect is thousands of miles away from Southern Xinjiang. If they are fast, they will arrive in three days."

The ancestor seemed to be thinking about something. He did not like the answer and just murmured:
"Three days? I feel a little uneasy. This long-lost feeling reminds me of the sword that hurt me many years ago."

"Well, that's interesting."

The four priest elders looked at each other in bewilderment. As eyewitnesses, they still remembered Zuo Laogui from the Central Plains, who cut off a tentacle of the ancestor's Gu body. Although he was seriously injured, he was also proud of it.

Liu Po ​​was the most cautious. She had been entrenched in the Central Plains for many years and had some knowledge of the strong men from various factions, so she speculated:
"Ancestor, perhaps the Trinity Sect has contacted helpers. We need to prepare as soon as possible."

"Helpers? Do you mean other sects in the Central Plains?"

The ancestor narrowed his eyes and smiled calmly:
"If the leaders of those sects were as powerful as the white-haired strong man, they would be worth killing."

"It's a pity that they are all substitutes and may not be worthy of my attention. I hope that his so-called 'junior brother' can at least give me some surprises."

"Will do."

Grandma Liu was all smiles. She was looking forward to the battle between her ancestor and the successor of the Trinity Sect.

"The new sect leader is now recognized as a 'land immortal' in the Central Plains. He is even more popular than his senior brother. He will definitely not let you down."

At this point, she took the opportunity to request:

"Ancestor, my family members have all died at the hands of Zuo Rutong. Unfortunately, he has passed away and I cannot avenge him. I would like to ask you to capture his disciples alive and let me vent my hatred."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Po ​​knelt devoutly beside her ancestor.

"can."

After receiving the one-word reply, Grandma Liu burst into tears of gratitude, and repeatedly shouted: "The younger generation bows to thank the ancestors."

However, the ancestor ignored her kowtow. Then, thirteen gray poisonous insects emerged from its palm and planted them in the heads and elders of the various tribes present, controlling their life and death.

"Everyone, call the elites of your tribe."

"If tomorrow's time has not arrived, then there is no need for it to exist."

Our ancestors were no different from dictatorial and autocratic tyrants, and the demands they put forward were irrefutable.

It only cares about results and is never willing to negotiate with these monkeys on an equal footing. In its view, all monkeys are the same and it doesn't matter if they are killed.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The Gu practitioners of various races were trembling with fear, not daring to look up and meet his gaze, let alone disobey him.

Then, they began to use secret techniques or activate special poisonous insects to gather the best people in the tribe to rush here.

As the weak, they had no choice. It would be refreshing to die bravely, but as the top leaders of the tribe, they were unable to protect their people, which was the biggest loss.

Thousand Bones Cave.

Two hours passed quietly, and the second elder Gu Ni and Gu Xuanchuan came back. When they stepped into the bamboo house, everyone saw the transparent butterfly like blood jade in the old man's hand and were very surprised.

"Master Jiang, it's done."

Gu Ni walked closer and presented the blood-red butterfly to Jiang Mo for inspection. Before he could ask, he took the lead in introducing it.

"Blood source Gu, one of the five great Gu of our clan."

"Just now, I used Luo Wuyuan's Gu Xiu to refine this Gu with a secret method. Its life cycle is only a few days, and it can find the place where the person with the closest bloodline is."

"Look, this little fellow has six blue spots on his right wing, representing the blood relatives of Gu Xiu. They are currently gathering somewhere. If we follow this direction, it won't be difficult to find their clan address."

Jiang Mo took the blood source Gu, examined it carefully, and suddenly felt that it was similar to the 'Human Qi' he practiced, but the medium used and the emphasis on the effect were different.

"It is indeed a magical Gu, but it has a lifespan limit. What about the distance? After how many miles will it become ineffective?"

"It depends on the strength of the Gu and the user's secret cultivation level. For ordinary people, the radius is at most a thousand miles. I am a little stronger, so I can expand it to a radius of three thousand miles. "

"With our tribe as the starting point in the vast southern border, as long as we search for a day, we can find Luo Wuyuan no matter where he hides."

Gu Ni's skill in refining blood source Gu is much better than that of the first and second elders. He pointed at the blue spots on the blood-colored butterfly and said:
"Their clan's site is within three thousand miles. It may not even be that far. That is just the maximum limit distance."

"Okay, we can leave anytime."

Jiang Mo turned to look at the first and second elders and asked, "How long will it take for our friend from Hanling Valley to arrive?"

"About a quarter of an hour."

Gu Yu gave an accurate answer. The terrain in southern Xinjiang is complex, and the speed of traveling between the two places at night is slightly slower than during the day.

"Grandfather, I also want to go with Master Jiang. Please allow me."

Gu Xuanchuan's plea was met with a stern rebuke from Gu Yu: "Nonsense!"

"What do you think this is?"

The old man was furious: "This is a war to annihilate the clan. With your level of cultivation, you will only cause more trouble. Even if I go with your great-grandfather Xuan Che, we may not be able to come back!"

"You and Qingying must stay in the clan and assist your great uncle in case of any emergency."

The Second Elder knew very well that this battle was dangerous and was extremely reluctant to bring the best talents in the clan with him. If anything happened to the brother and sister, the entire Thousand Bone Cave would have no successors.

Seeing that Gu Xuanchuan and Gu Qingying were silent for a moment, the Great Elder stepped forward and appeased both parties: "Okay, don't be angry."

"Xuanchuan, Qingying, the safety of the tribe is in your hands until we return."

"."

Gu Xuanchuan understood the intentions of the two elders and nodded and replied, "Please rest assured, grandpa."

soon.

The reinforcements from Hanling Valley arrived. It was an old man with gray hair, wearing a mink coat and holding a pipe.

He has a pair of bright and sharp tiger eyes and a strong physique. Compared with Gu Xuanche and Gu Yu, who are of similar age, he seems to be in better mental state and looks ten years younger.

Yan Baili, the strongest physical cultivator in Hanling Valley, is different from his tribesmen who cultivate poisonous insects and refine poisons. He collects many poisonous insects and medicinal poisons to temper his body, hoping that his flesh and blood will undergo transformation through repeated tempering, so as to reach a state of immunity to all poisons.

"My two friends, it's been a while since we last met. Are you feeling well?"

As soon as they met, Yan Baili greeted the first elder and the second elder warmly.

“Not too bad.”

The Great Elder shook his head and stood up, smiling faintly, "Brother Yan, I'm sorry to bother you to make this trip this time."

"This is Master Jiang of the Trinity Sect, and his disciples Cheng Zhen, Lu Jin, and Wei Er."

"Oh! Meet Master Jiang."

"Senior Yan, you're welcome."

With the introduction of the Great Elder, the two sides quickly got to know each other and communicated the battle plan.

When Yan Baili learned that Jiang Mo was going to face Luo Wuyuan's ancestors alone, he became worried and suggested:

"Master Jiang, can I lend you a helping hand?"

"No need. In Luo Wuyuan's clan territory, in addition to the strong people they already have, there may also be elites from the Medicine Fairy Association and the Spirit Insect Valley."

"But you, the two elders, and my disciples, please be careful."

Jiang Mo expressed his concerns:

"I may not have time to take care of you when I am fighting the monsters in Luowuyuan, but as long as you hold on for a while, we will win."

"it is good"

Yan Baili was familiar with Gu Xuanche's character, and seeing that he had no objection, he simply chose to believe him.

"I will maintain the secret method of activating the Blood Source Gu until Sect Leader Jiang finds them."

Gu Ni handed the blood-colored butterfly to Jiang Mo, and told him various details that needed to be paid attention to, as well as the signs that indicated the direction of the insect had changed.

"Then, everyone, let's go."

"With this one battle, we can wipe out all the remnants of Luowu."

A bloody battle that shocked the southern border was kicked off by Jiang Mo's words, and everyone responded in unison.

"Om-!"

The kingdom of heaven unfolded in a transparent vortex. Jiang Mo motioned for them to go inside and wait, while he would be responsible for infiltrating.

"I leave it to you, Chief Jiang."

"Uncle Master, be careful."

"Captain, don't be careless."

Listening to everyone's chatter, Jiang Mo smiled slightly and said in a resounding voice:

"Believe me."

"Will win!"

(End of this chapter)