Chapter 1167 Lu Fengxian Who Deceived His Ancestors

On the battlefield of gods and demons, black smoke is billowing, demonic energy is surging, and bones are looming all around. Some have decayed, some are half buried in the soil, and some are still standing upright even though they have been dead for thousands of years, maintaining the appearance of charging and killing in life. , murderous, and even some have been dead for an unknown period of time, but their flesh and blood have not been completely transformed. Although they have maintained their appearance in life, even their flesh and blood are shining brightly, and their blood still retains the red color and strong smell of blood. Dispersed between heaven and earth, like Shura battlefield.

This is absolute hell on earth!

The former heavenly soldier and general, the peerless true immortal, even if he is dead, he is still not eroded by the rules of heaven and earth!

When ordinary people enter this battlefield, not to mention the billowing demonic energy and the illusions that may arise and die everywhere, just the residual power of those heavenly soldiers and generals may directly frighten people's hearts and make them completely lose their mind. , kneeling on the ground!

At this time, we had just penetrated a few hundred miles into this battlefield, and it was already difficult to control ourselves. It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying scenes there would be in the depths of the vast battlefield ahead. As Gu He entered the battlefield, A thousand immortal soldiers had gathered tightly together at this time. Thirty-six monks stood around them, chanting ancient sutras to resist the fierce atmosphere of the battlefield.

At this time, it is also time to test your cultivation.

The masters such as Gu He and Jiang Wendao all looked normal. Apparently, hundreds of miles deep into the battlefield between gods and demons was not enough to affect them. Fox Fairy Ji was slightly closer to the monks and borrowed their Buddhist Dharma. To expel the demonic energy, the small saints of the Divine Court were even more magnanimous at this time, showing no fear of the demonic energy. They even dispersed under the guidance of the God Son of the Night Clan, with respectful expressions and holding hands. The Qiankun Bag gathered together the incomplete and broken bones around them and took them with them.

"Roar……"

Some of the bones had lost their spirituality long ago and were collected casually.

But there are also some that are so fierce that, let alone putting them away, as soon as a living being approaches, they suddenly emit billowing demonic energy, triggering changes in the heaven and earth's energy. There are dark clouds in the gray sky, and a faint roar can be heard. Breathtaking!

Facing such shocking demonic intentions, they were like young children facing the power of heaven and earth, their hearts trembling!

Seeing this scene, Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi'er and others, who were holding the Qiankun bag and were about to step forward, immediately stopped and did not dare to move rashly.

The masters of the Immortal Alliance and the Immortal Soldiers immediately became fully vigilant and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

However, facing this situation, the God Son of the Night Clan was obviously well prepared. He stood up quietly and walked through the void into the mid-air. He moved his hands and his big sleeves were fluttering. Then, his blood was surging, but In the void, his true appearance was printed, but it was a terrifying giant bat with a body like a hill. As he bowed down in the air, the giant bat also bowed towards the sky and the earth, and then The Son of God of the Night Clan chanted in a low voice, like a prayer or a spell, faintly and deeply, spreading between heaven and earth...

"My ancestors are sad, now they return to their homeland..."

"The descendants are unworthy, I hope our ancestors will return home..."

"Protect my luck and protect the glory of my clan..."

As the prayers slowly dispersed into the heaven and earth, the aura on his body also surged more and more, like whirlwinds, radiating out in all directions with him as the center. Below, Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi'er and others, In the same way as he did, he exuded his own aura, as if he was deliberately differentiating himself from other people, and the fourth prince of Canglanhai, the descendant of Xiaoxian Realm Ji Dao, the little god king Aogu, etc., All of them were honest and quiet, standing aside and watching...

boom! boom! boom!

There seemed to be some mysterious existence in the sky that sensed their aura, and nine consecutive sky-shaking thunders rang out. The demonic energy in the world reached its strongest at this moment. All the cultivators were talented people with high cultivation levels. The characters, at this moment, were actually horrified at the same time, as if they felt countless eyes looking at them, without any emotion, just looking at them coldly.

At this moment, countless illusions appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

There are various strange-looking white-armored creatures and black-armored soldiers fighting fiercely...

There are countless ghosts and ghosts howling towards the bright moon day and night...

There are great changes in the sky and the earth, vicissitudes of the sea, the movement of the sun and the stars, and the silence of time flying...

The scenes of illusions are endlessly changing, almost making people addicted and unable to extricate themselves!

But the strange thing is that there is another scene at the end, which is a man holding Fang Tian's painted halberd and riding a red blood bone horse. He is rushing around on the battlefield of gods and demons. He is fierce and fierce, fighting with countless remnant souls, The appearance of a battle between bone demons and even gods and demons...

"This is...the gods and demons who have been dead for tens of thousands of years are communicating with their descendants..."

Fang Xing also saw those illusions, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly understood.

As expected, the Son of God of the Night Clan is quite capable. He actually used that weird prayer to communicate with the ancestors who had been dead for who knows how long.

And those ancestors of the Gods, whose spirituality may have been wiped out long ago, also responded.

Those illusions are their cries and memories...

Of course, everything else was fine, but the last scene made Fang Xing a little bit dumbfounded.

The little martial god Lu Fengxian is really quite capable...

The things he had done to hone himself in the battlefield between gods and demons were actually remembered by these ghosts.

If the previous memories of those ghosts are talking about how they fought with the devil and were buried here, and the ghosts were not allowed to return home, and suffered day and night as time flew by, then the last scene is a bit complaining: Damn it, we have been dead for so long, and a junior who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth has barged in, using us as a whetstone, and letting us dead people use their remaining fighting spirit to sharpen their martial arts. It’s really bastard, disturbing. Revenant, it offends the power of God, it is too bullying...

"This person deserves to be killed for disturbing the souls of our ancestors. Sooner or later, I will kill him to sacrifice the spirits of our ancestors..."

Even the God Son of the Night Clan obviously did not expect to see this scene. His expression was extremely strange, cold and resentful...

To the divine beings, what Lu Fengxian did was no different than digging up ancestral graves!

It's a good thing that the Immortal Alliance didn't find Lu Fengxian, otherwise if he had followed in, he would definitely have a fight with the gods!

"The descendants are disdainful, but they have been delayed for thousands of years. I am willing to collect the bones of our ancestors and return to our hometown to restore our origins..."

The Son of God of the Night Clan bowed three times and kowtowed nine times in the void, recited prayers, and made an appointment to drink tea before ending the ceremony.

And as he finished reciting the prayer, nine muffled thunders in the air had already sounded. The heavy pressure that permeated the whole world and was like a huge stone suppressing the chests of the cultivators was combined with the countless thunders that seemed to be hidden in the dark and watching them. The eyes slowly disappeared, the world returned to calm, and the demonic energy in the heavens became a little lighter. You could even vaguely see the bleak scorching sun above the nine days through the thick clouds, and those exuding... At this time, the corpse filled with overwhelming demonic energy became like ordinary withered bones.

"My ancestors, please forgive me for disturbing you!"

Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi'er, Juesheng Little Saint Lord Shuangtu Continent Chief Lihuo and others all held the Qiankun bag and rushed forward. They recited secret mantras, and countless small black coffins flew out from them, clearing the surrounding ground. The dead bones and corpses were all packed in coffins, and then they were respectfully put into the Qiankun bag. They were very particular. Not every corpse was qualified to be contained in a coffin, so ordinary dead bones were put directly into it. In the Qiankun Bag, only those whose bones and blood have not been exhausted and whose evil spirits are fierce are eligible to be put into the coffin.

Looking at their actions, the Immortal Alliance, Fang Xing and others became outsiders and could only watch with restraint.

This act of converging the bones and resolving the grievances of the bones is repeated almost every few hundred miles. This battlefield of gods and demons is extremely vast. After all, hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals have been buried. It can be said that there are withered bones and dead souls everywhere. On the other hand, the Son of God of the Night Clan and others took their time and calmed down slowly. They all had souls, and their movements were not slow. However, they still needed to delay several hours every time they passed a region. They were solemn about this atmosphere. It's not easy for others to interfere with other people's affairs, so we can only wait patiently for them to get busy.

After marching for two consecutive days, they had gradually penetrated deeper into the battlefield of gods and demons, covering more than two thousand miles.

Along the way, there was no big trouble. It seemed that they were blessed by their ancestors just as the Night Clan Godson said.

"If we go further inside, I'm afraid we're already close to the Immortal Burial Slope. It's a notoriously dangerous place. Even immortals will perish if they go in, let alone us? Your Highnesses, in the past few days, have you We have collected most of the remains of our ancestors and have not encountered any danger. We are already very lucky. In my opinion, we can return home once we get here..."

The Immortal Alliance, which had been watching the work of the little saint from the God Clan, finally had objections and did not want to go any further.

It was Gu He who spoke. He looked towards the core direction of the battlefield between gods and demons, with deep fear clearly on his face.

The other cultivators from the Immortal Alliance nodded their heads after hearing this.

They had been on tenterhooks all along the way, not only afraid of encountering some danger, but also afraid of the evil beings in the divine beings harboring any evil thoughts or sudden alienation. Although they had made it safely along the way, they were exhausted physically and mentally, and no one wanted to Deep down.

"Mr. Gu He's words are a bit overwhelming. Within the battlefield of gods and demons, there are corpses of my ancestors everywhere. Now that we are here, we should take them all out. Now the two thousand miles outside the area have been completely contained. Everything is going well, just when we should take advantage of the situation to go in and take back the bones of the ancestors inside, if we give up halfway, wouldn't that be the actions of the unworthy descendants?"

The God Son of the Night Clan was obviously extremely displeased. He said a few words indifferently and insisted on moving on.

"Allowing you to retrieve so many bones has shown the sincerity of our Immortal Alliance. Going inside, the dangers will increase exponentially. Even the immortals can be buried in the Jedi. How can we have some freedom? The power of protection? We can’t let everyone risk death together just because of the filial piety of you divine beings, right? In my opinion, it’s better to withdraw quickly!”

Gu He frowned tightly, unwilling to give in on this matter.

"If Mr. Gu He is afraid, he can lead the immortal soldiers to turn around first. Life or death depends on fate. We are already prepared!"

The God Son of the Night Clan replied calmly, neither yin nor yang, with a bad tone.

"snort!"

When Gu He heard this, his expression was extremely unhappy, his eyes flashed, and he was about to speak coldly.

But at this moment, a voice laughed and said: "Mr. Gu He, let me say something. After all, our Immortal Alliance promised Shenting to retrieve the bones, but now only half of them have been retrieved. I'm afraid it's unreasonable. The generals are making trouble at this time, but all the hard work has been in vain. It's better to let them go and let them gather their bones in the front, while we can defend the rear. If there is really any danger, we will take action. Please help me, after all, I am quite sure from observing the behavior of the saints in the Divine Court!"

The person who spoke was none other than Jiang Wen with a smile on his face. Apparently he had objections to Gu He's sudden withdrawal.

"Yes, I originally promised to let him take back the bones of his ancestors, but now he gives up halfway. I'm afraid it's unreasonable..."

"There hasn't been much danger in the past two days. If you are more careful, it won't be a big deal if you go deeper..."

"Filial piety is a big deal. We, the Tianyuan beings and queens of all immortals, shouldn't stop others from showing filial piety, right?"

As soon as Jiang Wendao opened his mouth, his supporters could only speak one by one, and their support continued to deepen.

Gu He's face had become extremely ugly. After a long time, he could only wave his hand, said no more, and agreed to go deeper.