These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 108 Hurt yourself first, then hurt others!
The appearance of those strange souls made everyone feel suddenly shocked.

Is this a soul bubble?

"No, this is a man-made wandering ember."

Li Youzhu and Jiao Wuyu stood together, looking at the gloomy and dark atmosphere, and murmured: "It is related to the soul. That gloomy smell reminds me of the breath of a certain earth vein."

"Sacrifice yourself, and some kind of weirdness will happen?"

Jiao Wuyu looked at the weak-looking phantom of the bow and arrow, and was extremely alert:

"What kind of evil magic is this? Are these the evil cultivators in the villa cultivating their family spiritual roots and advancing them to become soul-separating flowers that can separate the soul?"

After the blacksmiths committed suicide, they showed morbid smiles of satisfaction.

"Hahahaha!"

"My Lord, come!"

He died on the spot.

In the previous boss battle against the Crow King, they knew that there was a huge disparity in power and that they could not cause physical damage, so they built a sending clock room and used mental attacks that did not require breaking through physical defenses - sound vibrations.

The disparity in strength is even greater now.

The first step they have to take is to start with mental attacks and mental pollution!

First, give the other party a strong shock in consciousness.

No matter whether the other party believes it or not, just like the trash talk before a war, it is definitely not a loss to change the mentality first.

Now it seems that the effect is quite good.

The Ninth Ancestor was stunned and felt bewildered, as if he had seen an incomprehensible madman, a heretic who was more evil than the other evil cultivators.

Phew!

I saw the more than forty black shadow archers who were created by suicide suddenly bent their bows and shot arrows.

Aim at the seriously injured dragon flesh corpse puppet.

A salvo.

The second salvo.

The third salvo.
Shoot ten arrows at a cultivator of the same level and their mental toxin will split.

When shooting at a high-level monk, the amount of poison is too low, and it may take a hundred or a thousand arrows to have enough poison to split.

Of course, what kind of mother will produce what kind of shadow.

Attacks a mouse, spawning a shadow weaker than the mouse.

If the opponent is a giant dragon that gave birth to a split shadow, then the opponent's combat power is also close.

Gradually, the seriously injured corpse puppet successfully completed its ten-month pregnancy and split into a black shadow archer with an obviously strong aura and a cold gaze.

"Three Yuan Realm." Li Youzhu took a few steps back vigilantly, looking at the black shadow that climbed up.

"It has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the strength of the enemy. This is a rare and unknown soul poison! The toxin causes the soul to split, forcing the formation of a soul bubble."

Jiao Wuyu had an expression of shock that he couldn't suppress. "Are those demon cultivators on the mountain hiding so deeply?"

I never thought that I would see such a horrifying scene before I died.

The demon cultivators on the mountain actually had an internal conflict!

They have to deal with the Nine Ancestors themselves.

The reason is understandable. If the Nine Ancestors awaken, it will inevitably affect their ruling status and even attract the arrival of powerful beings from high places.

They don't want to encounter a purge by the court.

They even have to hide their secrets, such as this top-grade spiritual root that has just been advanced, which definitely has the potential to become a heavenly spiritual root.

The new spiritual roots do not have corresponding skills and magical powers.

They obviously need to continue to lie dormant, accumulate knowledge, and research the supporting techniques for their spiritual roots until they are mature.

Therefore, the nine ancestors who are in the state of awakening will attract the attention of the powerful, and they will avoid this disaster.

"Archery?"

The Ninth Ancestor blocked two long-range full-strength attacks from other ancestors and was seriously injured. He frowned slightly:
"I've been in seclusion for so long that even my bloodline has changed. It's not the separation of flesh and blood, but the separation of soul and spirit?"

He also doubted the advancement of his family's spiritual roots.

Because it is the most reasonable explanation.

"The poison of the soul is so strong. If there is such a thing, it will be a real disaster. There will be thousands of troops and soul bubbles covering the sky and the earth."

He reached out and grabbed the arrows that were shot at the puppet, grinning and saying, "The people who used them are too bad. It would be better if they didn't hit it."

The blacksmiths shouted frantically: "It's useless, call upon the great Lord to come!"

In an instant, more than a dozen powerful black shadows came running from a distance, striding like meteors and shooting with bows.

And each of them showed an evil and arrogant sneer like a domineering boss:

"You are just the Ninth Ancestor, why did you betray the Villa?"

"Unfilial father, you are ready to die!"

"I'll kill myself to defeat you!" "The weather is cold, you deserve to die."

They were all actually close to the Three Yuan Realm in cultivation. They had firm and solemn faces, and they strode forward, drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

——Those soul bubbles have become conscious!
Jiao Wuyu immediately knew what had happened.

"Where do so many people who committed suicide come from?" The Ninth Patriarch's face twitched, and he looked in the direction where the other party appeared. That place seemed to be the direction where the Eighth Patriarch Qizu was in seclusion.

Influenced by the scene just now, he instinctively thought:
There, just like here, there are powerful monks stabbing themselves and sacrificing themselves?
Time goes back to before.

In the paper house.

"Ancestor, we are in imminent danger." Su Yu's mother begged bitterly.

Qi Zu was fishing and felt a little irritated:

"I've already given it to you. Just hold the talisman and aim it. I'll sense the direction and launch the attack. I'm in seclusion at a critical moment and can't leave."

He completes his self-awareness.

"That spell can only be used once."

Su Yu Niang cried, "What era is this? Who still uses that kind of thing for long-range attacks?"

"Then what can we use for long-range attacks now?" Qi Zu frowned.

"use this."

They took out their machetes and pointed them at the ancestor, "Our family is in danger, you don't want to see the family destroyed, do you?"

"This is poisonous splitting. You are in good health, and you have twenty or thirty... Pah! Your soul is split into twenty or thirty powerful shooters. There should be no problem in going out to fight, right?"

They are not serious people.

But the ancestor is not a serious cultivator.

He is a demon cultivator.

It was just one or two cuts. I used to do it for fun during training with my comrades. Chopping off heads and arms was a common occurrence.

Young people nowadays are really not that good.

The old ancestor is interested and wants to see what you are playing and show you what an orthodox magic practice is.

"My old man, I am very strong."

Qi Zu was full of heroic spirit and laughed loudly:

"I am the one with the most vigorous blood among us! We are orthodox magic practitioners, how can we say no? Let me see what kind of magical power you have."

Duang!

Duang!

Duang!

A group of blacksmiths rushed forward together, with the momentum of striking while the iron was hot, picking up spears and stabbing my adoptive father with them.

After a while.

Qi Zu discovered that this poison was really powerful.

Not targeting the body, but the soul.

Even if you have a high level of cultivation and strong resistance, too much toxin can still cause you to become schizophrenic and split into a sub-body.

"Don't use too much force, you idiots! It might cause some damage to my soul. After all, I only trained my body, not my soul."

Qi Zu couldn't bear it any longer. Looking at them stabbing him, he felt that it was so filial.

They communicated secretly:

"The ancestor is really tall and hard. I stabbed him more than a thousand times, which is equivalent to a thousand injections of poison. So much poison was only split into one. I felt exhausted just standing there and slashing at him. Don't even think about it in the battle."

"Wow, we can't control low-level phantoms, but we can actually enter and command high-level ones, and they can even speak."

"Let me do it, let me chop. I also want to create a battle phantom and experience the feeling of going to the battlefield in person! I have been enduring that boss for a long time."

"Cool, I can talk now."

"This design is very well designed! The map is still as big as before. We can't leave the map of the mountain villa, but we can kill people on the mountain, divide wandering souls, make explosive troops, and go out to fight!"

“It’s a map of a mountain villa where you can’t go out, but it’s actually very creative!”

In any case, a new fourth disaster mass troop flow has emerged.

The ancestral tomb of the old man also became the player's rebirth point.

The other fourth disaster, kill monsters to upgrade and increase troops!

We are the fourth calamity, we will kill ourselves to upgrade and increase our troops!

Well, I am weak now, so it is useless to cut myself.
We can only kill the ancestor first.

A steady stream of powerful natural disaster shadow archers are emerging and heading towards the battlefield.

Qi Zu felt a little overwhelmed:
"That's enough. Almost there."

"You can go check on the Tenth Ancestor next door. I think she should also contribute to the defense of the villa."

(End of this chapter)