Qin Tian stood up slowly and shook his head. When Dao Tong and others saw this, their hearts skipped a beat.
Dao Hong asked, "Little brother, how is my senior brother's condition?"
Qin Tian sighed and said, "The body elixir is dim and even has mottled cracks, and the spiritual veins are as thin as cicada wings everywhere. I'm afraid..."
Daotong frowned and took over Qin Tian's words and said, "I'm afraid he will be a cripple after he wakes up?"
Although he really didn't want to admit this fact, we are all cultivators. I believe these Martial Kings understand the key points better than himself. Qin Tian nodded lightly, "Well..."
Glancing at the red wall of energy of the Spirit Sacrifice Array, Daotong relaxed his brows and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as the body elixir is still there and the spiritual veins are not broken, there is still a chance for everything!"
After hearing the former's words, the juniors all suddenly became cheerful, as if they had thought of something, but no one revealed any verbal information.
Daoren said, "Now I just wait for the master to finish dealing with these puppets quickly."
Everyone looked at the silent red wall of air, anxious about the situation inside, but they had no way of knowing what the situation was like.
At this moment, the red air wall underwent strange changes. Mottled halos appeared on the blood-red air wall. There were hundreds of them, distributed in every inch of the place.
This sudden change made people excited. They got up from the ground and watched curiously.
Inside the spirit wall of the Spirit Sacrifice Array, a huge group of flesh and blood had been lost. Han Ze suddenly focused on the martial spirit puppets.
Under the transmission of their thoughts, the surviving martial arts experts raised their heads and closed their eyes, selflessly devoting their bodies and souls. Even those who died tragically were not spared.
Under the invisible power extracted by the spirit sacrificial array, the corpses with broken limbs on the ground shriveled up quickly. At first glance, they looked like people who had been dead for many years.
The souls of the martial spirit puppets were extracted, and each of their distinct soul bodies slowly rose up. After touching the air wall, ripples of light would appear on it.
Immediately afterwards, the puppet's body also began to shrink. First, its eyes collapsed, and the fat, blood and flesh in its body shriveled, and it suddenly became a mummy and fell to the ground.
At this point, their usefulness has reached its final moment.
Following this strange scene, the Wu King puppets did not show fear or panic of death. Instead, like the Wu Ling puppets, they began to close their eyes and raise their heads, looking forward to the next spirit sacrifice ceremony.
Everyone present could not help but feel numb when they saw it. Even Mr. Tong was stunned for a while.
"We can't let him continue to operate like this. The Soul Sacrifice Array relies on absorbing the souls and flesh and blood of cultivators. The more powerful people the array absorbs, the stronger the power of the God of Death will be, even surpassing the caster himself. , if we don’t stop it, we will be in danger.”
Tong Lao refused to sit still and wait for death. As for who was most familiar with the spirit sacrifice array, apart from Han Ze, perhaps he was the only one who had a deep understanding of it.
Just when he was about to take action forcefully, suddenly, the giant stone statue that had completely formed its body took the lead in making a move.
Just Void shook his hand in the direction of the Wu Ling puppets, and the stones still floating in the air rushed toward them. They easily wrapped these Wu Wang puppets into rice dumplings, and then quickly smashed them to the ground.
Han Ze stared at the giant stone statue with a gloomy face. After losing so many sacrifices, the appearance of the God of Death would not be too powerful.
But what can be done about this? The original plan was to absorb the souls of those 200,000 people, plus all the Martial Spirits and Martial Kings. In this way, even the strongest Martial Sect would be an easy target.
"There is no other way. The only thing we can do now is this..."
Han Ze's gloomy gaze shot out with icy air, and a powerful and evil aura suddenly rose up on his back. He was Lin Yu's master, who also stopped the erosion of this wave of evil aura.
"In my name, I will summon evil spirits to come into the world..."
Following the changes in the seals on Han Ze's hands, and with a low shout, the rolling wall of air instantly shone brightly.
Hundreds of haloes shot out red beams, all converging on a point behind Han Ze.
In an instant, the space was turbulent, the billowing airflow set off huge ripples, and all the smoke and dust on the ground was dispersed.
The next second, a huge illusory figure appeared behind Han Ze.
What is horrifying is that this illusory monster only has the upper body, and the lower body is missing.
"Is this the God of Death?"
Li Shisan's pupils widened, looking at the illusive pale ghost face. The disheveled creature held a huge dagger in its mouth, and its two pale hands with long nails also held a sickle, giving people a sense of wonder. A strong sense of oppression.
This sense of oppression cannot be said to be very strong. The most prominent point is that it makes people feel the pain of death. This is a fear that directly strikes the depths of the human heart.
After performing the technique, Han Ze was out of breath. When he looked back at his masterpiece, he suddenly couldn't be happy.
But looking back, I wonder how it is possible for these two to three hundred martial spirit puppets, plus those cultivators who died tragically, to summon the complete form of the God of Death.
Han Ze turned back to look at the giant stone statue, and sneered repeatedly, "Although it is a semi-finished product, it is enough to deal with you."
With the appearance of the God of Death, the air wall gradually disappeared, and people dozens of miles away could see the clear silhouettes of the three behemoths in the sky.
Qin Tian and the others were shocked by the illusory half of the Death God's body. They were stagnant in place for a moment, with their mouths wide open and their heads raised high. Their looks were as funny as they were.
Perhaps in their view, today's ancient battle has gone beyond the scope of their understanding.
It's not so much a fight between people as it is a fight between gods.
In fact, the same is true, including the powerful Martial Emperors. It is rare for them to see a strong person of this level fighting. They only knew that it was terrifying and abnormal, but they did not expect it to be so earth-shattering.
Regardless of the fact that there is only one level difference between Emperor Wu and Zong Wu, this level has blocked the dreams of many people.
Among the hundred powerful Martial Emperors, only a handful can successfully enter the ranks of the Martial Emperor.
Looking at the vast Apocalypse Continent, if all the strong men of the Wuzong were found, there would probably be no more than a hundred people, or even less.
Therefore, if you want to catch a glimpse of the battle between the strong men of the Wuzong, it is definitely a difficult and difficult chance, not to mention that it is a life and death situation.
After the death illusion appeared, the man inside the giant stone statue showed a cautious look. It was not that he was afraid of this huge thing comparable to the giant stone statue, but the hook-shaped sickle in his hand and the dagger in his mouth.
The sickle seduces the soul, so it is called the 'Deadly Sword'. The soul seduced by it will be trapped in purgatory forever, with no way to recover.