Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

at the same time.

Blood Demon Sect Square.

Lin Mo was lying on the rocking chair that Lu Dachui had rushed to make overnight, leisurely basking in the sun.

Luo Xue sat to the side, her slender hands peeling open a crystal-clear spiritual fruit and gently feeding it into Lin Mo's mouth.

"Husband, is it sweet?" Luo Xue asked softly.

"Not as sweet as you."

Lin Mo then took the opportunity to bite her fingertip.

Luo Xue blushed slightly and gave him a reproachful look.

Those former members of the Blood Demon Sect who were far away lowered their heads and dared not look any longer when they saw this scene, but they worked even harder.

Just then, a piercing system alarm suddenly sounded in Lin Mo's mind.

[Ding! Warning! Three early-stage Mahayana cultivators and 100,000 enemy troops have been detected rapidly approaching!]

[Expected arrival above the Blood Demon Sect in half an hour!]

Lin Mo paused slightly as he chewed the spiritual fruit.

He slowly sat up straight and looked up at the distant sky.

The once clear sky was now faintly shrouded in an eerie, blood-red haze.

Luo Xue keenly sensed the change in Lin Mo's aura, immediately suppressing her tenderness, a hint of solemnity flashing in her red eyes.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Lin Mo picked up a towel from the side and wiped his hands, a cold smile curving his lips.

"It's nothing, those delivery guys from the Myriad Souls Sect have finally come knocking on our door."

Rumbling--

The voice just fell.

At the edge of the sky, the once clear sky was suddenly torn apart.

The dense, blood-red haze surged forth like a tsunami bursting its banks, pouring in from all directions and completely engulfing the entire sky above the Sea of ​​Blood.

A pungent, fishy stench, accompanied by a nauseating stench of corpses, materialized into a black wind that raged across the ruins of the Blood Demon Sect.

The temperature plummeted, and a strange layer of black frost even condensed on the newly laid blood crystal slabs on the ground.

"What is that?!"

In the plaza, a former member of the Blood Demon Sect who was carrying a giant stone looked up in horror.

The stone in his hand slammed into his foot with a "bang," but he seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently at the sky.

The clouds were forcibly crushed.

Three colossal, thousand-foot-long skeletal ships slowly emerged from the blood-red gloom.

The warship was pieced together from the skeletons of unknown high-level demonic beasts, with dried, dark red flesh still hanging from the joints.

The bow of the ship is carved with a hideous, enormous skull, and eerie green soul flames burn in the skull's empty eye sockets.

Three hundred thousand elite disciples of the Myriad Souls Sect, dressed in black robes, stood densely packed on the deck.

Each person held a blood-dripping banner of ten thousand souls, on which countless vengeful spirits struggled and roared.

Three terrifying pressures, belonging to the early stages of the Mahayana realm, crashed down upon us like three inverted, towering mountains.

"Click—"

The stone slabs in the square cracked inch by inch under this oppressive force.

More than three thousand former members of the Blood Demon Sect collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

A sense of despair spread wildly among the crowd.

"The Ten Thousand Bones Ghost Ship... is the main warship of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect!"

"The Mahayana stage! That's the oppressive aura of a Mahayana stage patriarch! And there's more than one!"

"It's over... We just escaped this sea of ​​suffering, the Blood Demon Sect has just been rebuilt, and it's all over!"

Several cowardly former subordinates had even closed their eyes in despair, awaiting death.

Faced with this overwhelming sense of oppression, these low-level cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages were less than ants.

"What's the panic?"

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the sky above the square.

The sound wasn't loud, but it eerily pierced through the deafening roar of the warships, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Lin Mo slowly stood up from the rocking chair.

He dusted off his clothes, looked up at the three massive, white-boned warships that blotted out the sky, and curled his lip.

"The special effects for the entrance were so flashy that you'd think it was a fantasy film crew shooting a fantasy movie."

Luo Xue stood beside him, but the true essence of the peak of the Integration Stage that had just erupted was forcibly suppressed by Lin Mo pressing down on her shoulder.

"Husband?"

Luo Xue looked at him, puzzled. A cold killing intent flashed in her red eyes.

"Don't rush to reveal your strength."

Lin Mo's lips curled into a wicked smile as he secretly activated the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc within his Niwan Palace.

An invisible ripple spread out instantly.

It enveloped him, Luo Xue, and You Ruo, who was preparing to draw her sword not far away.

Under the shield of the Creation Jade Disc, the terrifying peak aura of the three at the Integration Stage instantly weakened.

To outsiders, their auras were pitifully weak at the moment, at most they were just beginning their Foundation Establishment stage.

Not only that, Lin Mo also casually cast a concealment array on the five thousand Hell-Suppressing Asuras on the outer perimeter.

The once menacing Asura army now looked like a bunch of lifeless iron puppets, standing there blankly, even the red light in their eyes had dimmed.

"You Ruo." Lin Mo snapped his fingers.

"Yes!" You Ru knelt on one knee, her eyes burning with fervor.

"Go tell those people down there to move a small stool to the edge of the square and sit down. Don't get in the way and interfere with my performance."

You Ruo was stunned for a moment.

"What is a small stool?"

"It's just a stool! Tell them to get lost and watch the show from a distance!" Lin Mo rolled his eyes in annoyance.

You Ruo immediately obeyed the order and rushed towards the group of old subordinates who were slumped on the ground.

She ruthlessly kicked and shoved the terrified former subordinates to the safe area at the edge of the square.

midair.

The three ghostly ships, each carrying countless bones, slowly came to a stop, blocking out all the sunlight.

On the central deck of the warship, Granny Minggu, leaning on a white bone cane, walked hunched over to the bow.

Her cloudy eyes looked down at the Blood Demon Sect plaza below, her gaze instantly locking onto Lin Mo and Luo Xue on the high platform.

When she saw Luo Xue's stunningly beautiful face, Granny Minggu's withered lips split open, letting out a piercing, owl-like laugh.

"Hehehe... Nine Netherworld Demoness, you really are still alive!"

"Not only did I survive, but I also awakened the Bloodline Demon Body! It seems even the heavens are on my side!"

Granny Minggu's voice, mixed with the true essence of the Mahayana stage, resounded like rolling thunder above the Sea of ​​Blood Origin.

The shock caused the former members of the Blood Demon Sect below to churn with blood and qi, and they covered their ears and wailed in pain. Some of them even spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Old woman, your voice is so loud, did you eat a loudspeaker before you left home?"

Lin Mo picked at his ear, looking at Granny Minggu in the sky with a look of disgust.

"Being ugly is one thing, but your voice is awful too. Running around in broad daylight scaring people, do your family know?"

Dead silence.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The 300 million Soul Sect disciples in the sky all stared wide-eyed at Lin Mo below, as if he were a madman.

How dare a weak ant, barely at the Foundation Establishment stage, point at the nose of a Grand Elder in the Mahayana stage and call her ugly?

Does this kid want to die even faster?

Granny Minggu's laughter stopped abruptly.

His old face, covered in orange peel, twisted instantly, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost materialized.

The surrounding air distorted violently under her rage, emitting a sonic boom that seemed to burst from the pressure.

"Ignorant brat! Who do you think you are, daring to bark at this old woman!"

Granny Minggu slammed her cane down heavily.

"Today, I will not only drain this witch of her life force, but I will also extract your soul and refine your spirit, burning you on a sky lantern for forty-nine days!"