Building a long-lasting family lineage starting with genealogy

Chapter 404 A Million Demon Tide! (I'll add another chapter in a few days!)

A small town.

The buildings were as fragile as paper under the claws of the blood-soaked corpses.

The guards rallied, roared, and charged forward, their swords flashing.

They faced death without fear, and their courage is commendable.

However, in the face of an absolute power disparity, courage is merely a catalyst that hastens death.

Old Demon Wu didn't even bother to take action himself; he simply commanded the blood corpses to charge into the formation.

A third-tier blood corpse is like a tiger among sheep.

Wherever they went, warriors fell in droves like harvested wheat.

Broken weapons and armor fragments were mixed with blood and flesh.

Old Demon Wu hovered in the air, watching the scene with great interest, occasionally uttering a harsh comment: "Tsk tsk, the struggle of ants is truly a sight to behold."

"I wonder if any Golden Core cultivators have been born in this area; that would be quite interesting."

Great Jin Dynasty.

A certain county town.

"Mother! Father! Where are you?!"

"The martial artists are dead! The immortal masters are dead too, they're all dead!"

"What did we do wrong? Why did we have to suffer this calamity?!"

The entire county was shrouded in the divine sense of the Golden Core cultivators, leaving them nowhere to escape.

If someone manages to escape occasionally, they will be left alone.

After all, they were also allowed to kill indiscriminately, but not to be completely exterminated.

Elsewhere, all sorts of horrific tragedies are also occurring.

Countless people had their souls extracted.

Countless people have had their vital energy or yin energy drained.

Countless people were also hacked to pieces.

Even more absurdly, some demonic cultivators manipulate certain families to kill each other for their own amusement.

Echoes of despair began to permeate the land.

Even if they are demonic cultivators from the Great Jin Dynasty, those from the Blackwater Region will not be spared.

In their eyes.

They are just lambs!

It's a sacrificial offering!
In the county town.

There was some decent resistance.

After all, there are quite a few martial artists and cultivators.

However, ordinary county towns are not protected by formations, and a large number of Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators poured in, resulting in a life-or-death battle between the two sides.

However, it often takes dozens of people to kill a single Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator from the Blackwater Domain.

This was a feast of death.

It belongs to them, and it also belongs to them.

One hundred thousand mountains.

The earth is trembling!
A tremendous roar came from the depths of the endless, forbidden mountains, which were considered a no-go zone for living beings.

At first, it was low and muffled like thunder, then it became clear and dense, eventually merging into a destructive symphony powerful enough to tear eardrums and shake the soul.

The mountains trembled, and the trees howled.

The next moment, every mountain pass, every canyon, and every edge of dense forest within sight was simultaneously submerged by a colorful tide.

That wasn't water; it was an endless array of birds and beasts!
on the ground.

Millions of wild beasts and low-level monsters surged out like a burst dam.

A herd of armored rhinoceroses, each as large as a small mountain, charged forward, breaking trees and shattering rocks in their wake.

A pack of wolves with glossy fur and exposed fangs surged like gray waves, their movements carrying a bloodthirsty glint.

There are leopard packs as swift as the wind, herds of wild boars with thick skin and thick flesh, and swarms of snakes with venomous fangs.

Most of them were of low intelligence and were driven out by powerful monsters.

A shadow that blotted out the sun swept across the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of birds of prey, including demonic birds, took flight with great speed.

The sound of wings beating against the air was like a gale before a storm.

Iron-beaked eagles, carrion vultures, flamebirds, and wind-blade falcons—all sorts of fierce birds—gathered into a moving, incessantly screeching dark cloud, casting shadows that brought the earth to dusk prematurely.

Their sharp cries pierced the clouds and echoed for dozens of miles.

The beast tide was not chaotic.

The figures of higher-level demonic beasts could be vaguely seen mixed in, either driving them away or leading them.

The two-headed fire python, at the early stage of the third tier, slithered and moved, leaving a trail of raging flames in its wake.

The Golden-Eyed Saber-Toothed Tiger, at the mid-stage of the third tier, roared to the sky, its tiger-like might intimidating all beasts and driving the herd to charge in a specific direction.

Even more enormous, mountain-moving apes pounded their chests, casually uprooting giant trees to use as weapons to clear a path...

The beast tide split up as it ran.

The same is true of the vast flocks of birds in the sky.

The villages near the Shiwan Mountains were the first to be affected.

Before the morning smoke had even dissipated, the horizon was swallowed up by billowing dust and surging shadows.

The farmer dropped his hoe in terror, and the villagers screamed and fled to their homes, but the wooden fences and mud walls were like toys in the face of the beasts.

A herd of armored rhinoceroses easily smashed through the village entrance, wolves leaped into the courtyards, and venomous snakes slithered in through the cracks in the doors...

Screams and chewing sounds instantly replaced the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs.

A mother desperately shielded her child beneath her body, but a monstrous leopard easily snatched her up and carried her child away into the herd.

The old man, who tried to resist with a machete, was instantly torn apart and eaten by several wild boars.

Blood stained the rice paddies, and severed limbs hung from the fences.

In a matter of moments, the village was reduced to ruins, an overwhelming stench of blood, and endless despair.

It's slightly better if the county town has city walls.

But it only struggled for a few more moments.

After all, this is not an ordinary beast tide, but a monstrous beast tide.

The leaders of these teams were all third-tier monsters.

The soldiers guarding the city walls of the county town looked ashen-faced at the endless tide of beasts.

Arrows rained down, but most were ignored by the thick-skinned monsters, or only caused negligible damage.

The city gate groaned and shattered under the tremendous impact.

The limited number of martial artists and low-level cultivators in the city stepped forward, their swords flashing and talismans and spells gleaming, engaging in a fierce street battle with the surging demonic beasts.

"Hold the lanes! Protect the civilians as they evacuate to the inner city!"

"Beast! Die!"

A martial artist at the fourth level of the Transcendent Realm roared and slashed down a demonic wolf with his sword energy, but was hit by an armored rhinoceros that attacked from the side, causing his sternum to collapse and him to vomit blood and fly backward.

A rogue cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining exhausted his mana and detonated the last few fire talismans, turning a small area into a sea of ​​fire and temporarily halting the beast horde.

However, he was pierced through the top of his head by a monstrous bird that swooped down from the sky.

Their resistance was valiant, but like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The sheer number of beasts was overwhelming; individual bravery was quickly drowned out by the endless horde.

The streets became a bloodbath, and shops were trampled into ruins.

Human corpses and monster corpses were piled up in layers, and blood flowed into streams, forming small pools of blood in the low-lying areas of the street.

The monsters devoured the corpses and fought over the spoils.

Some even followed the scent of the living, breaking down doors and entering homes to create new tragedies.

Even those Blackwater Demon Cultivators who originally infiltrated the Southern Region as "hunters" were not able to escape unscathed in this demonic tide.

They were also targets of the monsters' battles.

Of course, demonic beasts are also materials in the eyes of these demonic cultivators.

There was no winner or loser in this massacre.

Those who survive to the end are the winners!

Day 1.

This calamity has only occurred in the two regions of Da Jin and Da Liang.

However, the next day, it will inevitably affect the Great Wei and the Immortal Martial Alliance.

No part of the entire prison was spared.

Dongxi.

Bihan Pool.

Beneath the withered and flourishing tree.

Xu Chuan felt a sense of unease. Although he could not predict the day the great calamity would erupt, a shadow seemed to hang over his heart as he cultivated today.

Has the demonic calamity erupted?

Xu Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with two tangible blue beams, seemingly carrying a fierce and malevolent aura, which passed by in an instant.

All the spies have now been recalled.

The Xu family is also blind.

However, Xu Dewen was in Da Jin.

If the demonic calamity were to erupt, he predicted it would first appear in the Great Jin Dynasty.

Therefore, he contacted Xu Dewen directly.

Xu Dewen, who was in the Great Jin Dynasty, casually killed more than ten Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators. After sensing Xu Chuan's connection, he immediately sent a wisp of his divine consciousness into the "Xu Clan Cave Heaven".

He then fled swiftly into the distance.

Behind him, a black beam of light attacked him.

"Devin, today there is a shadow over my grandfather's spirit. Could it be that a great calamity has broken out?"

"Yes, grandfather."

Xu Dewen sighed softly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and said hatefully, "Those demonic cultivators from the Blackwater Domain are truly inhuman, treating the creatures here like livestock."

Moreover, there were far too many Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators pouring in; my grandson alone has killed dozens of them.

"This is the great calamity!"

Xu Chuan said with a solemn expression, "Anyone who entered the prison before the ancient battlefield manifested is a sacrifice."

Even these demonic cultivators from the Blackwater region, or the monsters from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the cultivators from the various forces of Tiannan who will arrive soon.

That's true for all of them!

Devon, at this moment, you don't need to worry about anything.

Kill me if you want!

But the premise is not to try to be a hero.

"Grandson understands, Grandfather. At this moment, I am followed by a demonic cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, so I will leave first."

Xu Chuan nodded slightly.

A short while later.

Xu Dewen disappeared.

outside world.

Xu Dewen fled swiftly for a hundred miles, amidst the rustling of wind and the cries of cranes.

It stopped abruptly above a desolate mountain range, then abruptly turned around!

The gray-black streak of light, like a maggot clinging to a bone, followed closely behind.

As the light faded, a middle-aged demonic cultivator with a sinister face and disheveled gray hair was revealed.

Seeing that Xu Dewen had stopped running away, a hint of teasing and greed flashed in his eyes, like a cat playing with a mouse. He sneered, "What, kid, you know you can't escape, so you're ready to surrender?"
However, I never expected that such a demonic cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm could be born in this remote and impoverished place.

Perfect, let me see how good your unorthodox methods are!

If you're qualified, I might even leave you with a whole corpse and refine you into an obedient corpse servant, hehe..."

"Corpse Servant, is that how it is?"

Xu Dewen's voice was hoarse, like the friction of sand and gravel, carrying an intensely suppressed killing intent.

Before he could finish speaking...

He suddenly patted a bulging corpse bag at his waist!

"Roar--!!!"

A third-tier blood corpse charged forward, its aura fierce, its eyes blazing with savage soul fire.

Following closely behind, seven more figures, slightly less powerful but equally ferocious, pounced out, subtly sealing off all the gray-haired middle-aged man's escape routes.

The gray-haired middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. "A third-tier blood corpse. It seems you've killed Golden Core cultivators. Without corpses of this level as materials, it's very difficult to refine and cultivate a third-tier blood corpse."

And them
"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like you're quite ruthless!"

He remained calm, clearly familiar with the methods of controlling corpses, but was surprised that Xu Dewen could actually create a third-tier blood corpse.

Besides advanced corpse refining techniques, the materials are also extremely crucial.

Therefore, even in the Blackwater Domain, only those Golden Core stage demonic cultivators at the mid-to-late Golden Core stage or above are capable of crafting third-tier corpse puppets.

Xu Dewen ignored him, his cold face remaining completely expressionless.

For him, this is just the beginning!
He flipped his right hand over.

A black banner, only about a foot long, appeared.

The banner seemed to depict countless suffering faces struggling.

The moment this banner appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted.

The faint shrieks and whispers of countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts pierced the eardrums, disturbing the mind.

"go with!"

Xu Dewen shouted, and the Soul Banner left his hand, growing larger in the wind and instantly becoming about ten feet long.

He reached out and grasped the cold, black iron banner pole, and suddenly jerked his wrist!
"Waaaaah—!!!"

The mournful howl of the ghost suddenly amplified.

Large swaths of dark gray clouds surged out from the banner, accompanied by howling winds and biting cold!
Amidst the rolling dark clouds.

Dozens of blurry, menacing figures darted through the crowd, exuding a cold and venomous aura.

They are all second-tier Yin spirits!

At the heart of the throng of vengeful spirits, a colossal ghost with a solid form, a single horn on its head, and wielding a massive dagger made of condensed yin energy slowly emerged.

Its scarlet, ghostly eyes were fixed on the gray-haired middle-aged man!
His aura had clearly reached the level of an early-stage third-tier ghost.

Blood-soaked corpses surrounded the outside, while vengeful ghost kings lurked inside!

The gray-haired middle-aged man's wicked smile finally froze completely, replaced by disbelief, horror, and a hint of solemnity.

He had initially thought the other party was just a rogue cultivator who had managed to reach the Core Formation by sheer luck, but he never expected the other party to have such a bizarre and diverse set of methods.

Not only does he possess the secret techniques of corpse refining, but he also possesses the secret techniques of ghost cultivation.

Even among the Blackwater Sect, there are very few demonic cultivators who are proficient in both paths.

This is because practicing either of these two paths is extremely likely to result in backlash.

One wrong move and you could end up dead.

"That's truly a remarkable skill!"

The gray-haired middle-aged man laughed in anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "I never thought that such a godforsaken place could produce someone like you!"

I underestimated him!
But do you think they can kill me?

wishful thinking!"

He reacted extremely quickly, remaining calm despite his shock.

With a thought, a jet-black flying sword, entwined with wisps of foul demonic energy, was spat out of its mouth.

The sword vibrated, emitting a teeth-grinding hum.

It instantly transformed into a sharp black light, slashing first at the nearest third-tier blood corpse.

At the same time, he swung his left arm.

A bone shield, crafted from the skull of an unknown monster and engraved with defensive magic runes, instantly enlarged and appeared in front of him.

The shield emitted a pale white spiritual light, with faint phantom images of beast souls wandering around it.

They protected his vital organs thoroughly.

"clang!!!"

The jet-black flying sword clashed head-on with the third-tier blood corpse, producing a metallic clang.

The blood corpse was knocked back several steps, leaving a deep, bone-revealing sword wound on its chest, with black blood gushing out. But its ferocity only increased, and it roared as it pounced again.

The flying sword was also thrown back, its light dimming slightly.

At the same time, seven second-tier blood corpses pounced from different angles, their claws, bone blades, and venomous fangs all attacking the gray-haired middle-aged man.

The Ghost King then leads dozens of ghosts, spewing ghost winds and flames, either directly attacking and biting, or using bewitching techniques to interfere with their souls.

The gray-haired middle-aged man was surrounded, but his extensive practical experience allowed him to handle the situation without appearing too flustered.

Magical artifacts, spells, secret techniques
Various trump cards are being revealed one after another.

Even when besieged, it seems it can remain as stable as Mount Tai for a short time.

"They're really troublesome. I should have asked my grandfather for the magic weapon. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a passive position now."

Just as Xu Dewen was thinking to himself.

The gray-haired middle-aged man said again, "If it were a one-on-one life-or-death battle, I might really die at your hands, but there are over a hundred Golden Core demon cultivators who have come in this time."

With such intense fighting and fluctuations in our numbers, it probably won't be long before someone arrives.

Upon hearing this, Xu Dewen's expression immediately changed.

I was so blinded by anger that I forgot to consider that.

This great calamity is a disaster for all living beings, and it cannot be saved by him alone or by the Xu clan.

(End of this chapter)