Ancestor, Watch Over Me

When the two sides were ten feet away, they stopped looking at each other and their swords were drawn.

Evaluating each other's strength, murderous aura permeated.

After a while.

The corpse-raising faction's lord suddenly laughed and said enthusiastically: "Isn't this the head of the Liu Family Liu?! See you today, the style is outstanding!"

After all, seeing the disciples and elders around him still holding swords, he immediately reprimanded: "If you don't put things away from the guys, the Liu family is his own!"

After speaking, he blinked at them.

The elders of the disciples were taken aback, randomly comprehending the meaning of the Sect Master, and immediately took the sword one by one, and smiled and raised his hands to greet everyone in the Liu family.

"Hi! Brother, do you remember me? Last time we visited Chunhongyuan together!"

"Hey! Big guy, don't stare at me. How about making friends if you look so handsome?"

"Yeah, all of you guys are wearing armors, only one pair of eyes is leaked, but eyes are the windows of the soul. I know that you must be just like me. You are kind people. You don’t like to kill. Hunjianghu likes gentlemen to talk. Do it!"

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The disciples and elders of the corpse-raising faction were enthusiastic, like old friends who hadn't seen them for years, and greeted everyone in the Liu family.

Liu Dahai was stunned, Liu Erquan was stunned, and the other elders, clansmen, and the sickle army stared at each other.

They touched the knives and swords in their hands, not knowing whether to chop them or not.

Liu Tao smiled upon seeing this.

The desire for survival of the Living Dead made him admire.

Up to the suzerain and elders, down to the disciples, all of them are natural actors.

"We came for the corpse-raising method, after copying the corpse-raising method, we left!" Liu Tao said, picking out the purpose.

The corpse-raising faction sect master's heart stunned, he guessed right, the Liu family came here not accidentally, but had a purpose for a long time, and even stared at them very early.

"The corpse raising method is on this nine-sided stone tablet. Those who see it have a share. If the patriarch Liu wants to copy, he will copy it, regardless of us." The corpse raising sect leader laughed, but his heart was terribly uncomfortable.

If he hadn't made repeated evaluations and felt that he really couldn't beat the Liu family, he would not compromise.

Liu Tao was not welcome, and immediately copied it.

There are not many words on the nine stone steles, but they are all very old words, and many words are unknown. Liu Tao and others have no time to study on the spot, so they can only copy it down and decipher it when they go back.

The corpse cultivator is not idle, and is quickly copying it.

Duan Tianlong gave a color to the few remaining elders and disciples in the Unfeeling Valley, and several people immediately copied them. They also wanted to study the corpse raising method that would make the corpse cultivator and the Liu family care about.

In the coffin.

Liu Fan swept through his perception, and quickly read the corpse-raising method on the nine stone tablets. The text was very old and most of them didn't recognize it. Only the pictures were very clear.

Nine stone steles, engraved with nine pictures.

The picture shows a coffin. As the corpse raising progresses, the corpses in the coffin are changing day by day, becoming stronger and stronger, and finally burst out of the coffin and soar into the void.

This picture succinctly illustrates the power of corpse breeding.

Liu Liuhai's heart was surging when he watched, and said to Liu Sanhai next to him: "Sanhai, you said that if we can decipher the corpse raising method, according to the record of the corpse raising method, can we also break the coffin of our ancestors? Out?!"

Liu Sanhai pursed his mouth, wanting to say that my ancestors have been made into battle puppets by Liu Dahai and I. It is impossible for him to break the coffin in this life.

But seeing Liu Liuhai’s excited and expectant eyes, Liu Sanhai couldn’t bear to hit him, so he nodded and said, “Liu Hai, you’re right. According to the corpse raising method, you can definitely raise your ancestors. Great!"

Liu Liuhai got the answer he wanted, and copied it even harder.

He copied four of the nine stone tablets alone.

Everyone completed the copy, and then they all gathered in the middle of the square, in front of the black coffin on the altar.

The black coffin is made of unknown wood, majestic and majestic, carved with strange patterns, and exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

Liu Dahai's eyes lit up, and he asked Liu Tao and others in a low voice, "Do you have any ideas to change the coffin for the ancestor?"

Liu Tao and the others didn't reply yet, but the corpse-raising sect master's eyes lit up and immediately said: "It's better to cooperate, you take the coffin, and we take the corpse in the coffin!"

"Patriarch Liu, are you interested in opening this coffin with us?" the Sect Master of the Corpse Cultivation Sect asked with expectation.

Based on his many years of experience in dealing with corpses, there is definitely a very good corpse in this black coffin. If it can be obtained, it can be raised by the corpse method. After walking in the rivers and lakes, there will be another powerful clone puppet. .

"This black coffin is placed on the altar, as if it is a sacrifice. It is better not to open it easily!"

Liu Tao perceives this black coffin carefully, and has a very bad feeling, rejecting the proposal of the corpse-raising sect master.

The corpse-raising sect master was not reconciled, and was about to continue to persuade Liu Tao, when a wind suddenly rose in the square.

"Oooooo"

It is a yin wind, a gray yin wind.

On the square, there was a cloud of mist for an instant, and it was already a few steps away from each other.

Everyone immediately became alert.

Suddenly, someone fell to the ground with a bang.

Is a disciple of the corpse-raising school.

Without any screams, he died on the ground like this.

There were no scars, but the blood was drained.

The corpse raising sect master screamed for alert, and everyone stood in a circle.

Liu Tao also ordered everyone in the Liu family to stand together, not to be scattered, and to count the number of people.

"Patriarch, Ma San is gone!"

A sickle army screamed.

"Who saw Liu Dalu? Liu Dalu is gone. He was here just now." A member of the Liu family shouted, panicking around.

"Don't panic, count the number of people, pay attention!" Liu Liuhai shouted, calming the panicked crowd.

The number of people was quickly counted. Apart from Ma San and Liu Dalu, there were also three sickle soldiers who were no longer visible.

"Follow me and return the same way." Liu Tao immediately gave the order, and the suzerain of the Corpse Cultivator followed the action.

At the entrance, there was a mist. Everyone walked forward based on their feelings. After a half-pillar of incense, they still didn't get out of the mist. Everyone realized that something was wrong.

When they came in just now, they were only a hundred steps away, and they should have left here anyway.

"No, someone else is missing!" Liu Erquan said in shock. Just now there were seven or eight sickle soldiers following him. At this moment, he turned his head and no one was gone.

This made his face pale, and with his great Wuzong's strength, he didn't even notice it.

Upon hearing this, the corpse-raising sect master hurriedly counted the disciples around him, only to discover that, at some point, there were only a few dozen disciples left.

"There must be something dirty here!" The corpse-cultivating sect master turned pale. He has been raising corpses for many years and dealing with dead people. The group has never seen such a strange scene like today.

"call!"

Liu Tao's palms came out, and the wind whizzed out, clearing the fog in front of him. Everyone looked at them, but was surprised.

After they walked for a long time, they turned around in place, with the black coffin in front of them.

"Look, the black coffin is bleeding."

A disciple of the corpse-raising school screamed, **** the black coffin.

Liu Tao and Liu Erquan ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the corpse-raising sect master and others, shot together, palm wind cleaved out, clearing the fog around the black coffin, revealing the black coffin and the altar under the black coffin.

On the altar lay a lot of corpses, among them the one who just disappeared.

Their blood flowed from their eyes, noses and ears, falling on the altar, following the mysterious patterns on the altar, and flowing into the black coffin. From a distance, it seemed as if the black coffin was bleeding.

In fact, the black coffin is sucking blood!

"This seems to be a very ancient method of blood sacrifice!" The Sect Master of the Corpse Cultivation Sect said with a solemn expression, "The coffin in the coffin, I'm afraid it is a big evil thing!"

As soon as the voice fell, the coffin vibrated.

"Ka Ka Ka"

The coffin board of the black coffin was being pushed aside, making a distressing sound.

"boom!"

A **** hand suddenly reached the edge of the coffin from the depths of the coffin.