The ditches on the ground around the statue of the young Confucian scholar had already been filled with blood, and all the blood gathered under the statue like a trickle.
Accompanied by the trembling voice of the white old man, the faint blood light on the surface of the statue swelled and contracted rhythmically, and where the front of the robe hung down, a blood-colored vortex was swirling endlessly, and there were bursts of strange fluctuations from it.
There was a strange sound of "hum"!
The light in the blood-colored vortex was bright, and a soldier in blood-colored armor flashed out of it. His dull eyes glanced outside for a moment, and then he jumped into the sky and flew straight towards the battlefield outside the square.
A moment later, there was another flash of light in the bloody vortex, and another blood armored soldier flashed out of it, joining the fighting outside.
At this moment, a girl in a black robe who was sitting cross-legged around the statue suddenly tilted and fell down.
His complexion was as pale as paper, and even his lips were without a trace of blood. The wound on his wrist was still open, but there was no more blood to flow out.
Seeing this, the white old man showed a look of unbearable in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.
Among the dozens of people waiting at the side, a big man in common clothes immediately stepped forward, hugged the girl aside, took out a red pill and fed it.
The position vacated by the girl was quickly filled by a young girl.
The girl looked timid, but she sat down cross-legged without any delay. Like everyone else, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a gleaming knife, and pressed it against her wrist.
She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lips with her teeth, and slashed the knife from her wrist.
A striking blood line immediately emerged, and the dark red blood fell down like a string of blood-colored pearls.
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Although the altar here is running at full capacity, blood armor soldiers will emerge from it to join the battle every once in a while, but this can't stop the decline of the human race in the slightest.
It didn't take long for the fierce killing cries to get closer and closer, and the faces of the people in the square also became ugly, with despair gradually showing in their eyes.
The altar formation on the square centered on the statues of young Confucian scholars is the foundation of their family's inheritance. Once they are captured by foreign races and the statues of the ancestor gods are destroyed, the entire ethnic group will be considered exterminated.
At this moment, more and more human monks were forced by the alien race to retreat from all directions to the outside of the square, forming a circular defensive circle, fighting the final battle of trapped beasts.
And in the high sky, huge roaring sounds continued to be heard, and several groups of rainbow lights collided fiercely, and more than ten figures appeared from them.
Six of them were all blue-skinned aliens, each with a ferocious face, with fanatical and warlike expressions in their eyes, and a cold light shining on their protruding fangs.
The blue-skinned aliens were already tall, and among them was a man in a purple robe, who was two heads taller than the rest of the same race. It looked like an iron tower standing in midair.
His aura is extremely strong, he is clearly a Mahayana cultivator, and the five alien races who follow him behind him all have the cultivation base of the middle and late stages of fusion.
These people are also shrouded in that layer of white light, but it is much more solid than ordinary aliens.
Among the five human monks facing him in the air, except for an elegant man in a blue shirt with a slightly plump body who has a late-stage fusion cultivation, the others are only early-stage fusions, obviously not those foreign opponents.
On the brink of genocide, the refined man felt so distressed that he couldn't express it. He could only glance at the huge statue in the square, and gritted his teeth secretly.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A ball of bright white light appeared in front of the elegant men without warning, and exploded like a scorching sun. Countless rays of light shot out from it, engulfing them immediately.
"boom boom boom"
An extremely powerful air wave rushed from the center of the explosion, forming several violent tornadoes and hurricanes, sweeping away in all directions.
A few blurred figures were seen suddenly shooting out of the white light and falling towards the square.
There was a loud "boom".
The ground at the edge of the square cracked, and a huge pit with a depth of tens of feet sank immediately.
But soon, several rainbow lights flew out of the pit, and the figures of those human monks appeared. At this moment, their clothes were torn and their breaths were chaotic.
And that elegant man's face was like gold paper, holding a broken blood-striped shield in his hand, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth.
It was he who tried his best to save everyone just now. Although no one was killed, he himself obviously paid a big price.
"The patriarch..."
When the surrounding human race saw this, they panicked and shouted.
The elegant man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and waved to everyone, indicating that he was fine.
He looked up at the sky and saw that the aliens did not catch up immediately, so he took a few steps to the bottom of the statue and cast a questioning look at the white old man.
The old man shook his head, and said sadly: "The ancestor god still hasn't responded at all."
The elegant man smiled wryly and murmured: "Master Zushen, do you really want to abandon your people and your servants?"
At this moment, the purple-robed alien had brought several elders of the same clan, flew into the sky above the square, and said with a big smile:
"Hahaha... Luo Feng, are you still begging your useless ancestor god? Why don't you change your mind and change your belief in our cold crystal clan ancestor god?"
"Tuha, don't be arrogant! Your ancestor god was just defeated by our Wumeng Island ancestor god." The elegant man scolded angrily.
"Hey, what is the momentary humiliation back then? The so-called winners and losers, our ancestor gods are still protecting our clan, and there is nothing wrong with it. What about yours? Ever since he was seriously injured and fell asleep ten thousand years ago, has he ever woken up? Ever? I’m afraid it’s already gone, right?” Tuha, the purple-robed alien race, pointed to the white light on his body, looked at the statue again, and said contemptuously.
Luo Feng was stunned when he heard the words, and wanted to refute, but he was a little speechless, because there was nothing wrong with what the other party said.
For nearly ten thousand years, the ancestor god of their clan has indeed been in a deep sleep, and has almost lost contact with the clansmen, especially in the past thousand years, he has not responded to the calls of the clansmen.
At the beginning of the enemy's invasion, they had already bit the bullet and tried to awaken the ancestor gods by relying on the blood of their clansmen, but so far there has been no response.
Although it is still possible to call out some ancestor guards through the statue left by the ancestor god, it is only a drop in the bucket, and it can barely resist one or two, and it cannot change the overall situation at all.
"Luo Feng, it's a fool's dream to stop our Tuhun clan with just these summoned blood armored soldiers. If you don't surrender obediently, I will slaughter your Manchu." Tuha suddenly raised his tone and shouted sharply.
As soon as the words fell, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding Frost Crystals swarmed up, and the attack suddenly became more violent.
The side of Wumeng Island was already in a weak position, but now it was even more precarious. Several lines of defense were breached, and the enemy was about to attack the center of the square.
Luo Feng's body trembled, his face was extremely ugly, and he felt a little desperate in his heart.
At this moment, a deep humming sound suddenly came from nowhere, and the cyan statue suddenly trembled, making a rumbling sound.
Then a dazzling black light emitted from the statue, getting brighter and brighter.
"This is... the ancestor god... the ancestor god has appeared!"
The white old man closest to the altar was the first to notice the change, and shouted with great joy.
The people on Wumeng Island were stunned at first, and then they all showed ecstasy when they heard the old man's voice, their morale soared, and the defense line that was about to collapse showed a slight sign of stability.
The attacking Hanjing clansmen had the opposite expression, and their hearts became very disturbed.
If the opponent's ancestor god can really manifest, even if they are the patriarch of the Mahayana period, they are not opponents at all.
"impossible!"
Patriarch Tuha stared at the statue below, and shouted in disbelief.
The light emitted by the statue became brighter and brighter, and then suddenly flashed, and the whole statue exploded, turning into a large piece of jet-black light.
After a few flashes of black light, it turned into a black vortex with a radius of tens of feet.
Black arcs flashed in the vortex, tearing apart the void, and there was a deafening sound of thunder.
The originally bright sky, with the appearance of the black vortex, also appeared patches of dark clouds, and there were also faint flashes of electric lights in it.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles, like boiling water, violently tumbling.
Seeing such a scene, the faces of both sides in the battle changed drastically, and they immediately stopped their hands in fear.
The black electric arcs in the vortex increased rapidly, and then condensed to one place, turning into a huge black electric ball, whistling.
Pooh!
The black electric ball twisted suddenly, and then elongated, turning into a jet-black spatial crack more than ten feet long.
Whoosh!
A somewhat staggering figure flew out from inside, swayed slightly, then stabilized in mid-air, revealing the figure of a man in green robe.
The space crack flickered a few times, then slowly closed and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the black vortex in the midair also slowly dissipated, the turbulent aura of heaven and earth quickly recovered, and the dark clouds in the sky also disappeared.
Although the green-robed man looked a bit embarrassed, there was a hint of joy in his expression.
But when he stabilized his figure and looked around, he frowned slightly when he saw the dense crowd around him.
This person was none other than Han Li. He tried his best to pass through the interface gap.
But at this time, his mana in his body was almost exhausted, his physical strength was also exhausted, and the Eight Treasures Exquisite Bone Armor was completely shattered in the space storm.
But, what's going on with this scene
"Lord Ancestral God! You are finally back!"
Patriarch Luo Feng quickly sized up the green-robed man, and a strange color flashed across his eyes extremely quickly, with an expression of ecstasy on his face, he bowed down to the green-robed man.