The ditch 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 old man's trembling voice, a faint layer of blood on the surface of the statue was swelling rhythmically. Where the front of the robe was hanging, a blood-colored vortex was rotating continuously, and strange waves were coming from it.

A "buzz" sound!

The light lit up in the blood-colored vortex, and a soldier in blood-colored armor flashed out. His dull eyes glanced outside for a moment, then he jumped into the sky and flew straight towards the battlefield outside the square.

A moment later, another light flashed in the blood-colored vortex, and another blood-armored soldier flashed out of it and joined the battle on the outside.

At this moment, a girl in black robe sitting cross-legged around the statue suddenly tilted and fell down.

His face was as pale as paper, and there was no blood on his lips. The wound on his wrist was still cracked, but there was no more drop of blood to flow out.

Seeing this, the old man white looked a little unbearable in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.

Among the dozen people who were waiting on the side, a big man in a civilian immediately walked up, carried the girl aside, took out a red pill and fed it.

The girl's vacant position was quickly filled by an elderly girl.

The girl's face looked a little cowardly, but she sat cross-legged without any delay. She rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a bright knife, and pressed it on her wrist, just like everyone else.

She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lip with her teeth, and cut the knife through her wrist.

A striking blood line immediately emerged, and the bright red blood fell down like a string of blood-colored pearls.

...

Although the altar here is running with all its strength, blood-armored soldiers will be born from it and join the battle every once in a while, but this cannot stop the decline of the human race.

Not long after, the fierce shouts of killing became closer and closer, and the faces of the people in the square became extremely ugly, and despair gradually appeared in their eyes.

The altar formation centered on the statue of young Confucian scholars in the square is the foundation of their clan’s inheritance. Once it is captured by a foreign race and the statue of the ancestral god is destroyed, then the entire clan will be considered exterminated.

At this moment, more and more human monks were forced by aliens to retreat from all directions to the outside of the square, forming a circular defense circle, and making the final battle to trap beasts.

In the sky, huge roars kept coming, and several balls of rainbow lights collided violently, and more than ten figures of human beings appeared.

Six of them were all green-skinned aliens, each with hideous faces, with a fanatical look in his eyes, and a cold light flashed on his prominent fangs.

The green-skinned alien race is tall, and the man in purple robe among them is even two taller than the people of the same race, looking like an iron tower standing in the air.

His body was extremely thick and he was a Mahayana cultivator. The five alien races following him all had the cultivation level of the middle and late stages of the fusion.

These people are also shrouded in that layer of white light, but they are much more solid than ordinary aliens.

Among the five human monks who were opposite each other, except for a gentle and elegant man wearing a blue shirt and slightly fat body, who had the late stage of fusion, the others were only in the early stage of fusion, and were obviously not opponents of those alien races.

On the verge of extermination, the elegant man felt a pain in his heart at this moment. 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 bright white light appeared in front of the elegant men and the others without any warning, and exploded like the scorching sun. Countless lights flew out from it and immediately swallowed them in.

"Boom boom boom"

An extremely powerful wave of air swept away from the center of the explosion, and suddenly several violent tornado hurricanes swept across all directions.

I saw several blurred figures suddenly shot out from the white light and fell towards the direction of the square.

There was a loud "boom".

The ground cracked at the edge of the square, and a large pit that reached more than ten feet deep suddenly fell.

But soon, several rainbow lights flew out from the pit, and the figures of the human monks appeared. At this moment, they were all broken and their aura was chaotic.

The elegant man's face was as good as gold paper, holding a broken blood-patterned shield in his hand, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

It was just that he tried his best to save everyone. Although none of them died, he obviously paid a considerable price.

"Class leader..."

When the human race around him saw this, they were even more panicked and shouted.

The elegant man wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, waved his hand to everyone, and signaled that he was fine.

He looked up at the sky, and saw that the aliens did not catch up immediately, so he walked under the statue a few steps and looked at the white old man for inquisitiveness.

The old man shook his head and said sadly: "The ancestor god still did not respond at all."

The elegant man smiled bitterly and murmured: "Sir Ancestral God, do you really want to abandon your people and your servants?"

At this moment, the purple-robed alien race had already flew into the square with several elders of the same clan and said with a smile:

"Hahaha... Luo Feng, are you still begging for your useless ancestor god? Why not make some changes and how to convert to our Hanjing clan ancestor god in the future?"

"Tuha, don't be arrogant! Your ancestor god was just a defeated general under our ancestor god of Wumeng Island back then." The elegant man angrily scolded.

"Hehe, what is the humiliation of that time? The so-called success and defeat of the enemy, our ancestor god still protects our clan and is invincible, and what about yours. Have you ever woken up after being seriously injured and sleeping thousands of years ago? I'm afraid it's already gone?" Tuha, a purple-robed alien tribe, pointed to the white light on his body, looked at the statue, and said contemptuously.

Luo Feng was stunned when he heard this and wanted to refute it, but he was speechless because there was nothing wrong with what the other party said.

For nearly ten thousand years, the ancestor god in their clan has indeed been in a deep sleep and has almost no contact with the clan members, especially for the past thousand years, he has never responded to the clan members' calls.

At the beginning of this invasion of the great enemy, they had already bitten the bullet and relied on the essence and blood of the tribe to try to awaken the ancestral god, but there has not been any reply yet.

Although he can still summon some ancestral guards through the statue left by the ancestral god, he is just a drop in the bucket and can only barely resist one or two, and he cannot change the overall situation at all.

"Luo Feng, it is a fool to try to stop our Tuhun clan by relying on these summoned blood armored soldiers. If you don't surrender obediently, I will slaughter your Manchu clan." Tuha suddenly raised his tone and shouted sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand waved, and the surrounding Han Crystal Clan swarmed up, and the attack became more and more fierce.

Wumeng Island was originally in a weak position, but now it was even more precarious. Several defense lines were broken, and the enemy was about to attack the center of the square.

Luo Feng's body trembled, his face looked extremely ugly, and he felt a little desperate.

At this moment, a low whimper suddenly came from somewhere, and the blue statue suddenly trembled and a rumble sound came.

Then a dazzling black light radiated from the statue, becoming brighter and brighter.

"This is... the ancestor god... the ancestor god has appeared!"

The old man who was closest to the altar was the first to change and shouted happily.

Everyone on Wumeng Island was stunned at first, and then when they heard the old man's voice, they immediately showed ecstasy, their morale soared, and the defense line that was about to collapse showed signs of stability.

The attacking Hanjing tribe people looked exactly the opposite, and they felt very nervous.

If the other party's ancestor god can really show his spirit, even their Mahayana clan leader will not be his opponent at all.

"impossible!"

The head of Tuha stared at the statue below and shouted in disbelief.

The light of the statue became brighter and brighter, and then it flashed suddenly, and the entire statue burst into a large area of ​​dark light.

After a few flashes of black light, it turned into a black vortex of dozens of feet in size.

Black electric arcs flashed in the vortex, tearing the void and making a deafening sound of thunder.

As the originally bright sky appeared, dark clouds appeared as the black vortex appeared, and lightning flashed through it.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles was like boiling boiling water, rolling violently.

Seeing this scene, both sides of the battle changed drastically, and they immediately stopped in fear.

The black arcs in the vortex increased rapidly, and then condensed into one place, turning into a huge black electric ball, making a hissing sound.

Puff!

The black electric ball suddenly twisted, then stretched out and turned into a crack in the dark space that was more than ten meters long.

Whoosh!

A staggering figure flew out from inside, and swayed slightly and stabilized in the air, showing a figure of a man in green robe.

The space crack flashed a few times, slowly closed, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the black vortex in the air slowly dissipated, the stormy spiritual energy of heaven and earth quickly recovered, and the dark clouds in the air also disappeared.

Although the man in the green robe looked a little embarrassed, he had a hint of joy in his expression.

But when he stabilized his body and looked around, he saw the crowd of people around him frowned slightly.

This person is Han Li. He tried his best to solve the problem and finally successfully crossed the gap between the interfaces.

However, at this time, his magic power was almost exhausted, and his physical strength was also consumed greatly. The eight-treasure exquisite bone armor was completely shattered in the space storm.

But, what's going on in front of you?

"Master Ancestral God! You are finally back!"
Chapter completed!