Chapter 61 The Ancestor of the Yan Family

Among the besieged Yan family cultivators, casualties occurred instantly.

A Yan family cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training had his head torn off by a fierce ghost.

A Yan family cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training was torn in half by a fierce corpse...

Seeing his clan members die one after another, Yan Zhengping's eyes turned red and anger rose in his eyes.

Although he gnashed his teeth in anger, he was helpless. As the most powerful person in the Yan family at this time and place, he was held back by Ghost Three and had no time to rescue his fellow clan members.

In just over a quarter of an hour, nearly twenty Yan family cultivators died, most of whom were cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training, and three cultivators in the late stage of Qi training also died.

Most of the remaining Yan family cultivators were also injured and had serious spiritual power loss.

Even Yan Zhengping, the head of the family, was attacked from behind and had his calf cut off when he was fighting Ghost Three.

The Yan family cultivators seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and they felt that they could be broken through by the casual cultivators and slaughtered at any time.

"Everyone, work harder and work together to get rid of these cultivators in the late stage of Qi training first. The rest are nothing to worry about."

Seeing victory in front of him, Gui San said with high spirits.

At this moment, a man came flying with a sword in the sky far away from the swamp.

This is a foundation-building cultivator!

The man had an old face and looked like he was about to die of old age at any time.

However, at this moment, the old man burst out with a domineering momentum, and the powerful might was wrapped in a man-eating anger, covering the casual cultivators below.

The old man was the ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Tiangong.

Without any nonsense, twelve feet long black poisonous nails, as fast as thunder, but silently, like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, suddenly attacked its prey.

Vicious and swift.

Twelve poisonous nails attacked separately, each attacking a casual cultivator.

When Yan Tiangong appeared above the battlefield, everyone present felt his powerful momentum.

The casual cultivators were immediately terrified. They dared to attack the Yan family because they believed Gui San's words that the Yan family's ancestor was exhausted and had long lost the strength to build a foundation, and even that the Yan family's ancestor was dead.

Otherwise, they would never dare to have any improper thoughts about the Yan family.

At this time, Yan Tiangong was not like the dying man that Gui San said, but instead had a ruddy face and looked energetic.

The casual cultivators stopped their attacks and looked at the old figure in the sky with fear. At the same time, they all used their own life-saving tricks to defend against the next thunderbolt.

The speed of the poisonous nails was too fast. When they found the poisonous nails, they were only two or three feet away from them.

Maybe Yan Tiangong was really old and his strength had declined seriously, or maybe attacking twelve late-stage Qi training cultivators at the same time made Yan Tiangong, who was in the foundation-building stage, unable to cope.

His angry full-strength attack only killed three casual cultivators and seriously injured four.

The other five were either slightly injured or took his attack without any damage.

Especially the four cultivators in the ninth level of Qi training, they were only shaken away for several feet, and it seemed that they were not hurt too much, at least on the surface.

However, a middle-aged female cultivator in the ninth level of Qi training had a flushed face and surging blood after taking the attack of the poisonous nails, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

The female cultivator recalled a shield in front of her, which had helped her block the attack of the poisonous nails before.

Then she quickly rushed into the dense forest, trying to escape.

The other surviving casual cultivators also fled like birds and beasts like the female cultivator, and no one dared to fight Yan Tiangong in the foundation-building stage.

The four seriously injured casual cultivators were much slower and were killed on the spot by the Yan family cultivators who had recovered.

The twelve poisonous nails circled in the air, regrouped, and attacked again.

"Puff puff puff..."

The speed of the Qi training cultivators was ultimately not as fast as the magic weapons of the foundation building cultivators. Several consecutive sounds of piercing the flesh were heard, and three casual cultivators, including the female cultivator, died.

Gui San used all his strength and finally blocked a poisonous nail that stabbed his head.

Another poisonous nail came from behind and pierced his heart.

When Gui San found the poisonous nails behind him, it was too late to resist. He could only twist his waist and try to avoid the poisonous nails sideways.

But he was a little slower after all. Although he avoided the fatal part and saved his life, the poisonous nails took away a part of his forearm in a flash.

"Ah!"

Gui San felt pain. He looked down at the broken arm. Blood gushed out, but it was not the normal blood red, but black.

Obviously, he was poisoned. The poison nails were highly toxic. The flesh and blood on his broken arm turned black and continued to spread to his shoulder.

Gui San's eyes turned cold, and there was a resoluteness in them. He slashed the shoulder of the broken arm with a knife without hesitation.

The broken arm fell off immediately, and blood gushed out, but the blood that flowed out was bright red.

Gui San did not dare to stay for long and rushed towards the depths of the dense forest.

Another casual cultivator in the late stage of Qi training was also hit by the poison nails, and his abdomen was pierced.

The poison spread rapidly in his body, and in a blink of an eye, black lines crawled all over half of his body.

The casual cultivator took out a pill and swallowed it. I don't know what kind of pill it was. After taking it, the black lines stopped spreading, and there were even faint signs of fading.

The casual cultivator also rushed into the dense forest quickly.

Looking at the two people who had already escaped into the dense forest, Yan Zhengping's eyes were full of murderous intent and a bit of urgency.

"Ancestor, why didn't you pursue them? Why did you just let them go?"

Yan Tiangong shook his head and controlled his body to slowly descend, landing on the wreckage of the large ship that had been disintegrated.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body suddenly weakened.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?" Yan Zhengping shouted in panic.

Yan Tiangong ignored Yan Zhengping's panic. He was too weak now and had no energy to respond.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhengping's face was full of worry and he flew to Yan Tiangong's side.

He took out several pills from his body and stuffed them into Yan Tiangong's mouth. At the same time, he mobilized the few remaining spiritual powers in his body and put them into Yan Tiangong's body to help him refine the pills.

At the same time, Yan Zhengping said to the clan members.

"The ancestor is very old and uses his spiritual power rashly, making it difficult for his already old body to survive. Now that the powerful enemy has just retreated, everyone should not let down their guard."

Yan Zhengping looked at his third brother Yan Gao and said.

"You lead a team of people to chase Guisan,"

He then said to a monk from the Yan family who was at the eighth level of Qi training.

"Yan Wu, you take a few clansmen who are in the late stages of Qi training to hunt down another person."

"These two people must be killed. They know the secret of our Yan family. If they are allowed to reveal the secret, I am afraid there will be no more Yan family in this world."