But the fifth son is not stupid, how can he obediently let the other party kill him? The people under the Fifth Son are even less likely to let these mad dogs from the Mingyue Sect touch the Fifth Son.
To put it harshly, they and the fifth son are already the same grasshoppers. If something happens to the other party, everyone will have to die together, so naturally they have to advance and retreat together.
So even if it's for themselves and their families, they can't take an inch back. Who let them choose their side? They all knew what would happen to members of the Fifth Family who betrayed them, and they all knew that the people of the Mingyue Sect would not let go of this opportunity to severely damage them.
If they don't survive this time, the whole family will die too. I can only fight with my back against the wall!
Therefore, facing the menacing Mingyue Sect disciples, the disciples under Fifth Son were also quite ferocious and even risked their lives.
The fifth son didn't care about so much at this time and focused on getting closer to the ancestral weapon.
As soon as he touches the artifact, they all win, and everyone else will become a loser and a stepping stone to his great cause.
But this short distance seemed extremely long at this time. The Mingyue Sect almost deployed most of its people to suppress the Fifth Son's actions. However, in just a short distance, there were many obstacles, preventing the Fifth Son and others from making any progress.
If it weren't for the protective restrictions surrounding the ancestral weapon that prohibited non-bloodline heirs from entering, the fifth son would have suspected that the attacks from the Mingyue Sect would have been directed at the ancestral weapon.
Who told them the function of the ancestral weapon? This is the secret of the fifth family's secrets!
But this was no longer the time to care about this. The fifth son gritted his teeth and endured a powerful spiritual attack, which almost forced him to spurt out blood.
But they were standing closest to the altar from the beginning, so in terms of distance and speed, neither of the other two forces could actually prevent the other from reaching the artifact above the altar.
Even though the leader of the Mingyue Sect pushed aside several strong men who surrounded him in one fell swoop, he barely managed to reach the altar where the fifth son was. By the time he arrived, half of the fifth son's body had already integrated into the bloodline restriction, and he was about to reach the ancestral weapon.
damn it!
Suddenly someone screamed at the venue: "Save me——"
"Quick... push that coffin away quickly!"
"Don't worry about that, just blow it up... I can't care so much, and I'm sure the old patriarch won't blame me for waiting!"
"No way..." The man's voice was childish and seemed to be crying.
For some reason, the fifth son's heart was a little confused for a moment. He tilted his head unconsciously, but he was frightened as if he suddenly realized what he was doing, and quickly accelerated his movements to enter the restriction.
But just this moment of stagnation is enough to turn the situation around. And it was obviously the other party who seized this opportunity. The leading monk of the Mingyue Sect took advantage of the fifth son's dazed moment, jumped up to the altar in three steps and two steps, and narrowly grabbed half of the opponent's arm that was not within the restriction.
The face of the fifth son changed, spiritual power attached to the five claws, and the five fingertips directly stabbed the back of the opponent's hand.
The Taoist from the Mingyue Sect only felt numbness in his wrists and palms, and then there was a burst of heartbreaking pain. The pain flowed straight up the numb area, and his brain quickly received this signal.
This kind of pain is different from the previous skin and flesh wounds, but a kind of pain that is like tearing deep in the muscles and veins. It was like a vine taking root in a big tree, climbing up and down the veins of its foundation, feeling the pain of being destroyed bit by bit.
Mingyue taught that man that he should pay no attention to anything at the moment, neither listen nor see, so that there would be no complications.
They came with a mission that ended in death, and in the end they naturally had to take everyone with them to death. This was their mission and their destiny.
It doesn't matter how they die.
But it hurt so much. It was simply unbearable.
As dead soldiers trained by the Mingyue Sect since childhood, they have long experienced pain that ordinary people in this world cannot bear, and there will be times when they can't bear it even if they don't want to.
He could clearly feel as if his entire arm was being eaten bit by bit.
Yes, eat it. There was some terrifying existence that was devouring his flesh and blood, invading his body, and quickly taking over his texture as its own.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
He still couldn't help lowering his head and looking at what happened to his hands.
Then he saw a scene of horror he had never imagined in his life. The fifth son's pointed fingers penetrated deeply into his arm, and a thick, unknown purple liquid flowed out of his injured body, glowing with a rich purple gas.
His arm... no, maybe it can't be said to be an arm. It has lost the normal color of human skin and turned into a kind of dead gray like a dead and decaying tree. Only a layer of skin is left sticking to the rugged bones. on the surface, showing an uneven surface.
It seemed that only bones and skin remained of the young and strong arms. Suddenly, several bumps appeared on the surface of the skin, and it seemed like something was crawling underneath. It started to move up and down the arm, and it kept beating, and it looked a little disgusting. The unknown purple gas floated everywhere he passed, rising layer by layer as his pulse beat, almost covering his entire arm.
This terrifying "swallowing" continued, and as the purple energy advanced, it began to cross his upper arm and prepare to attack half of his arm.
But at this time, the Taoist from the Mingyue Sect could no longer keep calm, and suddenly there was a blood-curdling scream. Everyone was startled by the sound and paused.
But it was only for a moment. Except for those who were close and some people who were interested, most people didn't know what happened, they just felt a chill in their hearts.
The fifth son didn't even bother to see what miserable fate that person had met.
If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with alcohol. He has been researching for so many years, and he has just figured it out a few days ago, but he has never used it on anyone. Today, he is taking advantage of this person.
Being able to see the power of these unborn dead insects before death is worthy of praise for going down there.
The fifth son threw away the "arm" that was as stiff as rotten wood in disgust, and pulled away to directly touch the ancestral weapon within the barrier.
Just when he was about to encounter that simple and elegant bronze vessel, an accident happened suddenly.
Right in front of his eyes, a red spiritual light with a devastating attack was directed towards the Zongwei, and even his outstretched hand could not avoid it.
The fifth child's eyes were tearing up, and he subconsciously let out an unwilling howl from his throat. He didn't know if it was a subconscious reaction, but he had to use his other hand to block it.
But he didn't know whether to say he had bad luck or good luck. The attack narrowly missed his entire arm, leaving a bright red patch, and the entire skin on the back of his hand was pulled away.
Then the attack hit the Zong weapon that was only half a step away from him without any hindrance, and then there seemed to be a muffled sound.
