886 Survival of Despair



"I was right! Only tens of thousands?"

Ling Tian stared coldly at the tens of thousands of blood corpses in the blood-colored Burial Sea. His gaze was cold and his cold face was filled with mockery.

Clearly, this could not be compared to the Corpse Ancestor at his peak.

Legend had it that in ancient books, the Corpse Ancestor moved out, and a million blood corpses followed him. The sky was vast and mighty, and the Yin soldiers shook the Nine Heavens.

Such a commotion was terrifying just by hearing it. However, compared to what they were seeing now, it was only the tip of the iceberg. It could not even reach one ten-thousandth of it.

"Everyone, don't panic! His current strength is less than ten percent. The number of blood corpse puppets he can summon is only tens of thousands. As long as we work together, we will definitely win." Daoist Tianfeng shouted and stabilized the morale of the army.

At this moment, Meng Tianzheng was not around. He was the backbone. His words instantly calmed everyone's anxious hearts.

"Son of a bitch, take my saber."

A furious curse came from the crowd. Everyone looked over and saw the furious Ye Wuhen slashing at the void. The previous two times he was forced back had already aroused the anger in his heart. Seeing that he was the first to attack, the others responded.

"This is a calamity for my Heaven Mending Pavilion for tens of thousands of years. We should deal with it. We can't let the world look down on us. Everyone, attack together."

With an advanced shout, tens of thousands of Heaven Mending Pavilion disciples instantly moved and charged out. In an instant, a huge battle began. Tens of thousands of blood corpses fought tens of thousands of Heaven Mending Pavilion disciples.

The three hundred Elders of the Star Picking Pavilion used the Heaven Protection Array to stabilize and protect the divine mountain. The most important thing was to protect Linglong.

The reason why they were evenly matched now was because Linglong was still safe. Once something happened to her and she was plundered by the Corpse Ancestor, the outcome would be one-sided.

"Hmph, ants are ants after all. No matter how you struggle, you can't change the outcome of destruction."

The Corpse Ancestor revealed a playful smile as he looked at the people from the Heaven Mending Pavilion who seemed to be counterattacking at the brink of death.

He enjoyed the fear of his prey before they died. As he played, he admired the blood-colored scenery. It was especially charming.

A huge battle erupted. Ye Wuhen slashed out horizontally and fought with the Corpse Ancestor. However, the disparity in strength made him retreat repeatedly. Fortunately, Daoist Tianfeng attacked in time. The two of them could barely deal with it.

Of course, if the Corpse Ancestor did not divert a portion of his strength to activate the blood-colored barrier, the situation might be one-sided.

As the Corpse Ancestor dealt with Ye Wuhen and Daoist Tianfeng, he looked greedily at Linglong. From beginning to end, his gaze never left Linglong. A bloody hand swept across and forced the two of them back. When everyone fell into battle, he knew that his chance had come.

"Hehe, the karma of the past will bear fruit today! Let's understand it from here."

Suddenly, a pair of bloody hands stretched out from the void. This time, his goal was very clear. It was Linglong. At this moment, Ye Wuhen and Daoist Tianfeng were restrained by another bloody hand and could not withdraw at all.

"Retreat!" Gu Sanqiu shouted angrily. The power of a peak-level Dao Sacrificial instantly erupted, attempting to beat Linglong back to Violet Cloud Training Hall. He formed a formation with three hundred Elders and tried to block this attack.

However, they were only at the peak of the Dao Sacrificial realm after all. Before taking that step, they did not have the ability to resist the Corpse Ancestor, even the simplest attack.

Boom!

A violent sound shattered the Nine Heavens. The array formation was instantly broken. The bloody hand stretched through the barrier and appeared in front of Lin Qingzhu.

A trace of death appeared in Lin Qingzhu's cold eyes. Under her nose, she would not allow anyone to hurt Linglong unless she was dead. In an instant, the Immortal Slayer Sword appeared in her hand. Lin Qingzhu pushed Linglong towards Yaya and instructed her, "Take her away! Hurry!"

Without any unnecessary explanation, the Immortal Slayer in her hand emitted an extreme light. It was a sign of the eruption of the Cursive Sword Technique.

This strike was the most ruthless and unreserved strike in the intermediate Cursive Sword Art.

Cursive Three!

Life for life.

She had no choice. Any gorgeous move was useless against the Corpse Ancestor. Only this sword was her greatest reliance. The difference in strength was too great. She knew very well that this sword might not be useful, but the current situation no longer allowed her to think. She could only give it a try.

Even if it only caused a slight injury to the other party, it was enough.

"Senior Sister!"

When Cursive Three was activated, Linglong's gaze suddenly changed. No one knew better than her what the consequences of this sword were. The demon sleeping in her heart seemed to be about to awaken. The vicious aura emitted from her entire body was so cold that it was suffocating.

Yaya felt despair in her heart. She did not know what to do. Her master was not around, so she could only listen to her Senior Sister. Seeing that Linglong was about to lose control, she had no choice but to bring Linglong away.

"Leave? You can't leave. Haha!" The Corpse Ancestor watched all of this coldly. He completely ignored Lin Qingzhu's sword energy and headed straight for Linglong. In his eyes, Lin Qingzhu was just an ant. Why should he care?

Although the sword technique she used was a little strange, it was not enough to make him feel a sense of danger.

Lin Qingzhu was overjoyed when she saw that the other party looked down on her and even ignored her. The difference in strength gave her a chance. No one knew better than her how terrifying the third strike was. Often, your carelessness would make you pay a heavy price.

Lin Qingzhu instantly activated when she saw the bloody hand extend out. The world changed and the distorted void seemed to have fallen into a time trap and the adversity of reincarnation.

"What! This sudden change shocked the Corpse Ancestor. He could clearly feel his blood energy rapidly flowing away. "Damn it."

In an instant, waves of pain came from his bloody hand. A million plants flew out and shuttled through the countercurrent, almost cutting off his entire arm. No matter how careless he was, he should have realized that something was wrong.

However, the huge difference in strength greatly reduced the power of Lin Qingzhu's sword and did not severely injure him.

He grabbed with his hand, and a powerful force instantly broke through the sword force.

"Pfft," Lin Qingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

The injured Corpse Ancestor flew into a rage out of humiliation and did not give her a chance to counterattack at all. He struck out with his palm again.

Everyone witnessed all of this with their own eyes. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

"No!" Linglong's red eyes were filled with a blood-red murderous aura. Clearly, once that palm slapped down, this world would overturn in the next second.

A white aurora quickly rushed over from Violet Cloud Mountain.

"Pfft,"

In just a breath, the Corpse Ancestor's bloody hand was pierced by a strange sword, and blood instantly dyed the sky red.

"How… how is this possible?" The Corpse Ancestor was instantly shocked. His bloody hand had powerful defense, but it was pierced in an instant.

Who was it? Meng Tianzheng? Shouldn't he be in the Otherworld Sea now? Why was he here?

This sudden change not only shocked the Corpse Ancestor, but everyone present. Clearly, the sword that pierced through the Corpse Ancestor was not an ordinary sword. Ordinary immortal swords could not hurt him at all, let alone cause such a huge injury.

As the white light circulated, it returned to the mountain. In less than a moment, with a loud bang, a person walked out of the ruins.