Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

Lijiapu.

"Bang." Li Zhiyong pushed open the hall door, walking in a hurry, with a smile on his face.

"Ancestor, the two families are fighting. The battlefield is a hundred miles south of Qingfeng Valley. Thirty-two war spirit boats have been invested."

Li Dongqing looked calm: "Who are the families participating in the war on both sides?"

"The Lin family has three Lin Chenning families, and the Wu family has more. The five main families are An, Wu, Wan, Wu, and Xu."

Li Zhiyong looked excited: "There are countless small families, and they all want a piece of the pie. Ancestor, do we want to take action?"

Li Dongqing's eyes were deep: "Wait."

"Wait?" Li Zhiyong looked confused; "Ancestor, if we are too late to drink the soup, I suggest we attack the Lin family directly."

"Are you so sure that the Lin family will lose?" Li Dongqing's voice was calm, and he couldn't help but recall the trip to Secret Realm seven years ago. He couldn't see through Lin Sheng.

Li Zhiyong frowned when he heard this: "Ancestor, the Anwu family has entered the game, how can the Lin family win? Even the Foundation Building ancestors already have two."

Li Dongqing sneered and said: "Foundation Building monks are strong and weak. When Lin was born in Foundation Building, the vision of heaven and earth was astonishing, and he was on the Foundation Building Late Stage when he came out of seclusion, which shows that his skills are extraordinary."

"An Rufeng practices the Evergreen Technique, which focuses on cultivating the body and is not good at fighting. Wu Qianyi's Sanyuan Qi Sha Technique is good at fighting, but when the Foundation Building was successful, it was only in its early stages."

Li Zhiyong looked solemn: "Ancestor, do you mean that the Lin family will win?"

"Not necessarily. These people may have some tricks up their sleeves, and the outcome is still uncertain."

Li Dongqing's eyes flashed: "When the situation becomes clear, it will be the time for the Li family to take action. Whoever wins will help whom."

. . .

Blackwater Lake, Talisman Palace.

Xing Boyuan looked attentive, holding a white feather pen, and the tip of the pen moved on the talisman paper with smooth movements.

After a while, a brand new Rank Two Yin Thunder Talisman was completed.

Xing Boyuan looked satisfied, put down his white feather pen, and looked up at Uncle Xing who was waiting aside.

"What's the matter?"

Uncle Xing's face was solemn: "The Lin and Wu families have been at war, and the An family and Wu family have also come to an end."

Xing Boyuan stroked his silver beard and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, double the price of the talisman."

"I have already informed you about this matter."

Uncle Xing hesitated: "Brother, do we want to take action?"

"Didn't you already reject the Wu family?" Xing Boyuan looked surprised.

A flash of light flashed in Uncle Xing's eyes: "At this moment, I didn't expect that the Anwu and Wu families would take action."

Xing Boyuan looked thoughtful, and after a while he shook his head: "That's it, we won't get involved. Let them fight. The longer the fight is, the better."

"Follow the old rules and help whoever can't hold on any longer. It's best to let them keep fighting."

Uncle Xing nodded: "I understand."

. . .

On the war spirit boat, the fighting continued.

Sugu wielded a huge mace and smashed half of a middle-aged monk's body into a pulp. He then took out the short knife from his waist and chopped off the monk's head, stringing it on the chain around his waist.

Now there are dozens of heads strung on the chain around his waist.

The four-meter-tall Sugu stood like a little giant among the crowd. When he waved his mace, he brought out waves of fishy wind.

The magic flying sword hit Sugu, and at most it made him stagger, but it could not break through the layer of armor on his skin made of concentrated blood and energy.

As more and more monks were killed with the mace, the blood armor on Sugu's body became more and more conspicuous, and the shadow of the violent bear gradually appeared on his body.

The same is true for other orc warriors, but compared to Sugu, who is more than four meters tall, their height is only three meters.

The blood armor on their bodies was also much weaker, and many of the orcs had injuries on their bodies. The pain from the wounds stimulated them to become even more manic, and they were completely unafraid of life and death.

"Where did the orcs come from? Aren't the orcs in Qi extinct?"

Many monks have this idea in mind. These orcs are simply war machines, carrying many attacks and hitting people.

Even if the flying sword pierces the heart, the violent orc will not dodge, brandishing the mace and smashing at the attacker, as if they will both die together.

Such a scene frightened the minds of many monks. Wu Junmao was one of them. He saw an orc with a waist full of human heads howling and rushing over.

For a moment, he didn't dare to attack, so he stepped back and hit the deck guardrail. As a result, his foot slipped and he fell directly from the low guardrail and fell into the black mist.

‘My life is at an end! ’

Wu Junmao closed his eyes. No one knew what was in the black mist, but no one who dared to rush into the black mist came out alive.

While waiting for death, a sense of shame emerged in his heart. I am afraid that he was the first monk in the history of the alliance to be so frightened that he fell from the deck.

However, the battlefield is currently in such chaos that no one will see it, and there will be no need to bear the stigma of a coward after death.

A tentacle suddenly sprang out from the black mist, wrapped around Wu Junmao, who was falling rapidly, and pulled him somewhere.

Wu Xiong looked solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the evil dragon sprang out, piercing the head of an orc, and then penetrated the chest of a monk.

Such a scene attracted the attention of many orcs. They abandoned the enemies in front of them and charged towards Wu Xiong with an angry roar.

Wu Xiong's face suddenly became extremely ugly. At present, his mana was consumed so much that the evil dragon could hardly condense.

If they were approached by these orcs, they would probably be smashed into pieces with random sticks.

At the moment of life and death, Wu Xiong had no choice but to fly out of the spirit boat and rush into the black mist.

The orcs who lost their target let out an angry roar and spread their anger on the other monks.

As soon as Wu Xiong entered the black mist, he lost all five senses and could not even feel the existence of his body. Gradually, his consciousness also dissipated.

Lin Sheng watched Wu Xiong's chest being pierced by the resentful sword, and casually took out a ray of angry soul. He knew this man and had some interactions with him.

However, since they were enemies, Lin Sheng showed no mercy at all.

In the black mist, there are not only tentacles, but also countless flying resentful swords. Anyone who dares to enter the black mist will only die.

Lin Sheng did not intend to directly intervene in the war on the spirit boat. He needed a group of experienced wolves, not sheep who could only shout and cheer.

Only after experiencing the test of life and death and bathing in the blood of their enemies can they become true monks.

The tentacles retracted, and Wu Junmao was swept in front of him.

Lin Sheng controlled the black mist to clear an area, and Wu Junmao followed suit.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly he saw Lin Sheng in front of him, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Senior Lin..."

Wu Junmao looked horrified. He saw the tentacles tied around his waist, and these tentacles actually grew from Lin Sheng's body.

"This is the third time we have met."

Lin Sheng smiled and slowly released his tentacles.

Wu Junmao nodded repeatedly, feeling that the tentacle was about to be released, he quickly took out his sword and stepped on it, standing in the air.

"Are you interested in becoming the head of the Wu family?"

"Head of the Wu family?" Wu Junmao looked stunned, and most of the panic in his heart was immediately dispersed.

"Senior Lin, what do you mean?"

Lin Sheng's face was calm: "The Wu family is being bewitched by the Wu family today. As long as they are willing to be vassals of the Lin family, they can live."

"This..." Wu Junmao hesitated.

"Wu Qianyi is dead. I will only give you three breaths of time to consider whether to agree or reject."

Upon hearing that the ancestor was dead, Wu Junmao nodded quickly: "I agree, it all depends on the senior!"

"Hehehe, those who know the current affairs are heroes."

With a satisfied look on his face, Lin Sheng took out Wu Qianyi's head and threw it to Wu Junmao. He originally wanted to take Wu Qianyi's body, but the devouring power in the Spirit Root was too powerful.

When An Rufeng was photographed, all that was left of Wu Qianyi inside the Spirit Root was a pitted head and a storage bag.

Lin Sheng looked calm: "Wu Qianyi brought the Wu family into the abyss. He is the sinner of your Wu family, and the Wu family who tempted the Wu family to join the war will be your life and death enemy in the future."

Wu Junmao rolled his eyes and immediately understood the meaning of these words. He nodded repeatedly: "Senior, don't worry, I will definitely guide the hatred in the hearts of the people."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly, it was easy to talk to smart people, and supporting Wu Junmao as a puppet was also done on a whim.

After this war, all the families participating in the war will naturally be destroyed. If so many families are destroyed at once, the Lin family will inevitably be known as murderous.

Keeping a puppet of the Wu family would look better on the one hand, and on the other hand, it could serve as a witness. Lin Chenning and his family were besieged and forced to fight back.

. . .

The war did not last long, and it ended in just half a day.

In this battle, 2,000 people from the Lin family participated in the battle, and 500 died in the battle. Among them, 300 members of the Lin family died in the battle, most of whom were low-level monks.

Of the three hundred orcs, more than a hundred were killed in the battle, and the rest were all covered in glory, but there was a bright smile on the beast's face.

The Chen family participated in the battle with 2,000 people, and 700 died in the battle. The Ning family participated in the battle, with 1,500 people, and 600 died in the battle.

As for the Wu family alliance, of the thirty thousand alliance disciples, only three thousand female cultivators survived. Some of these female cultivators surrendered, and some were captured alive.

Under the cover of the black mist, Lin Chenning's three families won the battle.

As for other families, they can be declared extinct after this battle, and almost all the monks in the family died here.

Black mist enveloped the battlefield, completely cutting off their retreat. There was nowhere to escape but death.

As a result, Lin Sheng obtained more than 20,000 souls. Except for the joy soul, he had all the other three souls.

The angry demonic form finally appeared. In the black mist, four six-foot-tall demonic forms stood in all directions in the forest, with great demonic power.

Countless souls automatically flew into the demon body and turned into armor and scales.

Now in the realm of Foundation Building, the demon species can swallow ten thousand souls, and the resentful demon species was the first to swallow ten thousand souls in this war.

Next was the Angry Demon, which swallowed seven thousand souls, while the Sorrowful Soul only swallowed two thousand.

Roughly more than a thousand resentful souls were collected by Lin Sheng into the soul cup. In this way, there are still more than a thousand resentful souls that have nowhere to rest and are allowed to dissipate in the world.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but think of the small red flag in the ancient Tai Chi treasure. If this flag was there, how could these resentful souls be wasted.

What a pity.