Chapter 436: Two Souls on a Deer, a Shark Sacred Object
The mermaid girl didn't think so. When she saw those hateful humans coming to kill her, her eyes were red and her head was hot, so she rushed forward to fight for her life. She had no intention of caring about the situation on the ground.
Lin Shan grabbed her, fearing that the girl would die due to the magical power of his elder's bloodline.
"Didn't you see that your clan elders have the upper hand? What are you anxious about?"
The mermaid girl didn't care, and asked Lin Shan to help quickly, so that she could take some of the pressure off the elder.
Lin Shan shook his head and refused, telling her to wait.
Going out on your own now is just the icing on the cake. Even if you win in the end, you won't get much gratitude. That is two different concepts from providing help in times of need.
Only when the Shark race truly encounters a crisis will they be grateful to themselves.
But in reality, the situation is that the sharks may be chased and flee in all directions on the sea surface, but in the deep sea, the situation is reversed.
A great elder who knows the magical power of blood is comparable to thousands of troops!
The human race's group of Jindan Daoist people can control the wind and rain outside, but they are greatly weakened in the deep sea. Both their attack range and power are cut in half.
On the contrary, the Sharman clan's strength doubled!
The gap between them has become huge. Coupled with the help of the other two elders of the Golden Core Stage of the Shark Race, the situation reversed faster than anyone imagined.
The endless ocean current surges, and no matter what magic weapon it is, it is submerged in the darkness and swallows everything.
All Jindan Daoist people joined forces, but they were still vulnerable!
In the camp below, shark monks from various tribes also came from all directions, turning into a counter-encirclement force.
The sharks who were still running around all had their eyes flashing, and they suddenly turned around to attack.
At this time, even the slowest person could feel that something was wrong.
The Great Elder of the Sharman Clan was still acting, roaring with grief and anger.
"Despicable and shameless human beings, even if we all die in battle today, we will not kneel down and be your dogs!"
At the same time, the movement of the hand slowed down, as if there was some weakness in the follow-up, giving the opponent a chance to breathe.
However, the Jindan practitioners present are all masters of intrigues. It is impossible for them to lose their vigilance just because he lets his guard down, nor will they run away as soon as they see something wrong.
This time, we have seized this golden opportunity, and all the mermaid tribes in the stormy sea area have gathered together. If we can complete the battle and catch all the mermaids in one fell swoop, we will definitely make a lot of money.
As for the various accidents encountered along the way, they had already anticipated them in their plans.
Now that they were caught off guard, the Sharman tribe still had people with bloodline magical powers who almost knocked them all down as soon as they came up. It was a bit scary, but they were not completely unprepared.
Although it's a bit early to use that thing now, it's still good to keep it. It's better to save the combat power and grab the loot later, and destroy the Sharman tribe first.
These Golden Core Ancestors glanced at the battlefield below. The humans and the Sharks were fighting hand to hand, and it had already developed into a side-to-side battle. However, for the time being, their side still had the upper hand.
They gathered together, and the leader took out a 'deer head', and everyone gathered around and recited a spell.
The eyes of this deer head were dark, and there were dark brown blood stains at the corners of the eyes. The whole body was dark yellow, and only a short section of antlers was left on the top. It looked very sinister, somewhat similar to a magic weapon.
This is what this group of people deliberately found to protect themselves before this trip.
The ancestors of all the families present are relying on the forces behind them. It is impossible for them to go down recklessly despite knowing that it is dangerous to lead a team to the deep sea.
So after discussion before leaving, we specially borrowed a deer head from a famous casual cultivator in the northern part of the East China Sea, Patriarch Lu Que!
Ancestor Lu Que.
In the later stage of Jindan's cultivation, his reputation spread far and wide in the East China Sea. He was once known as the two overlords of the East China Sea together with Guizhen Guizhen of Diaobi Island in the south.
One south and one north stand side by side and dominate.
Under the powerful Jinglian layman in the Nascent Soul stage, they are the two most famous.
It's just that Mr. Kame is relatively high-profile. He often holds grand gatherings in the East China Sea to harvest treasures. He is greedy for vanity and has a good way of amassing money.
Coupled with the important strategic location of Diaochel Island, it became the first target of the three demon sects when they came from afar decades ago.
Ancestor Lu Que kept a low profile and lived in seclusion on a remote island in the north with a few disciples. They planted flowers and grass every day, dissected wild beasts, and entertained themselves.
What he is best at is not only dissection, but also transplantation!
It is said that at first it was just for fun, but later on, the limbs of different monsters were transplanted to replace his own hands and feet, and then all the internal organs were transplanted, and finally even the head was replaced!
This may sound like a fantasy to ordinary people, but it actually existed and happened to Ancestor Lu Que.
And because of the transplantation of different demonic beast essence parts, his whole body is comparable to a magic weapon. It is even said that due to repeated blood exchanges, he still has magical powers of the demonic bloodline!
There are very evil rumors in the East China Sea cultivation world, one is more outrageous than the other, what with three legs and six arms, a deer's head and a horse's face, a hermaphrodite, eyes but no eyes
Compared to Master Guizhen, everyone is more in awe of the mysterious and unpredictable Patriarch Lu Que.
Due to the demonic encirclement and suppression, Turtle Master has disappeared for almost a year. There has been no news for so many years. It is estimated that he has died in the sea long ago.
But Ancestor Lu Que is still living well.
His indifferent character means that no matter whether he is a demon or a righteous person, he will not provoke him, and he will always be at ease.
When the ancestors of these sect families came to the northern part of the East China Sea for duty, they specially visited the ancestor Lu Que together and borrowed a deer head as a common trump card in case of unexpected events during the trip.
Ancestor Lu Que is not afraid of them taking it and running away. After all, these people are all respectable people with names and surnames.
The sects and aristocratic families behind them were all there, and the monks who could escape could not escape from the temple.
It seems that I paid a corresponding price or promised enough benefits to borrow the right to use this rare treasure.
As soon as he took out this thing, the great elder of the Sharman tribe suddenly had all the hairs on his body standing on end, and an indescribable feeling of palpitations arose spontaneously.
These Jindan Daoist people temporarily worked together to resist the Blue Sea Tide Sheng Jue, and freed up their hands to jointly activate the deer head. A dazzling blue light suddenly shot out from the two empty eye sockets!
Two slender blue lights extend like two passages in the deep sea, and two deer-shaped beast souls can be seen passing by.
The Great Elder of the Shark Race on the opposite side couldn't dodge at all. One moment he was locked by the blue light, and the next moment he saw the deer-shaped beast spirit dragging the transparent figure back.
Those are two of the three souls and seven souls!
Its casting speed was so fast and its journey was so weird that even Lin Shan next to it couldn't see clearly!
"Woo! -" The Great Elder of the Shark Race cried out, holding his head in his hands. He was suddenly dragged away, and his soul seemed to be torn apart. You can imagine the pain.
In the blue channel, although the return journey of the two deer-shaped beast souls was more difficult and the speed was far from as fast as before, they were still pulling back unswervingly. There seemed to be threads behind the two souls, pulling the souls to prevent them from leaving.
This is the legendary ‘soul-broken thread’.
From a deep microscopic perspective, souls are woven with countless soul threads, densely packed like a big net, and their toughness can stretch them far and wide. As the cultivation level increases to the development of the soul, it is said that the top powerful soul threads can't be pulled to the ends of the world. Break!
Some soul-cultivating races even develop soul threads specifically as a means of fighting and self-protection. They are mysterious, weird, and impossible to guard against.
Using soul thread to control magic weapons or puppets is also easier to control, less likely to be lost, and ignores physical effects. It is much safer than controlling with divine consciousness.
However, soul threads are not omnipotent. There are countless people in this world who can cut, tear, take away, and dissolve this thing.
Therefore, in order to facilitate civil war when meeting their peers, the ancient soul cultivators had a god-killing flying knife in their hands, just to deal with soul threads. This is standard equipment!
Now, in this deer head, the blue channels shooting out of the eye sockets are only as thick as a thumb, but they give everyone present the illusion that their souls have left their bodies and are being pulled away.
The ancestors of the major golden elixirs activated their magic power, and the two deer-shaped beast souls violently pulled. Every time the great elder of the Shark Race cried out in pain, it meant that the soul threads were being torn off one by one.
The feeling is as painful as picking a muscle. It can make your eyelids jump and your scalp feel numb.
The two golden elixir stage elders of the Shark tribe next to him wanted to come to the rescue, but they found that the magic weapon could only pass through the blue channel, and there was nothing they could do about it.
This passage seemed to be light but not light, it seemed real but not imaginary, and they were helpless!
The shark girl who was secretly watching the battle in the distance couldn't help but beg Lin Shan repeatedly, begging him to take action quickly, because the great elder of the shark clan was her grandfather.
But Lin Shan, the sixth child, remained motionless, just looking over there from a distance. It was the first time he saw this kind of soul attack method, and he found it very interesting, and he was thinking about whether he should develop it too.
He is a dual practitioner of both golden elixir and soul elixir. Logically speaking, he can learn soul cultivation and focus on cultivating the field of soul attack.
However, there are too many things he needs to do at this stage. He went to the Cliff Forbidden Land previously to find the reed jade stalactite, but now his natal magic weapon is the top priority, and everything else has to be put on the back burner for the time being.
The Black Skeleton Demon Lord also has soul pills, but the Skeleton Clan itself focuses on the legion style. At this level, other minor arts can no longer keep up. At least minor magical powers and above are worth learning.
Now seeing that deer head, Lin Shan's eyes sparkled with an inexplicable luster.
This thing seems to be destined for me!
Although he has the intention to pick it up and study it, now is not the time. He can endure loneliness and is as stable as an old dog.
This blue channel belongs to the soul method. Ordinary physical attacks are obviously of no avail. If it were him, only the God-cutting flying knife could try to cut off this channel and cut off the escape route of the two deer-shaped beast souls, thereby saving Same. The two souls of the great elders of the human race.
However, his God-Slaying Flying Sword is a natal soul treasure and is still being cultivated. It has only been around for four or five years.
It's impossible for the Great Elder of the Sharman Clan to stop midway and cause all previous efforts to be wasted. This guy doesn't have the qualifications yet.
As for the other methods, let’s not talk about whether they are useful or not. Even if they are indeed effective, I am afraid that they will accidentally injure the two souls of the Great Elder of the Sharman Clan, and in the end they will not be able to save him.
This is also a problem that troubles the other two elders of the Sharman clan.
The two of them were in a dilemma. They wanted to deal with the deer-shaped beast soul but were timid. They wanted to cut off the blue channel but didn't have the ability.
The Great Elder of the Shark Race opened his mouth and scolded angrily, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"What are you two still hesitating about? The worst I can do is to give up the two souls and ask for holy objects. We must bury these humans here today!"
"No~~"
The Sharman girl in the distance wanted to stop him, because that was her grandfather, and anyone else would feel sorry for him as his granddaughter.
But the two elders of the Shark Tribe were also very angry. Just now they were reluctant to take action because of their feelings, but now they got the consent of the person involved and immediately joined forces to call for the sacred object from a distance.
Deep in the tribe behind him, where the Great Elder of the Sharman Clan was retreating, a colorful brilliance slowly rose.
A few miles away, a turbulent water wave suddenly hit the two deer-shaped beast souls along the blue channel, and smashed the two souls of the Great Elder of the Shark Race to pieces!
"Ah!~~"
The Great Elder of the Shark Race screamed in pain at the top of his lungs. The old and stern sound waves were transmitted through the sea water layer by layer, with a bit of sharpness, and many of the Sharks below couldn't help but shed tears.
The colorful shock wave was not finished after crushing the demon soul. It still flew along the passage with sufficient stamina. Under the urging of the two elders of the Shark Race, it flew in front of the ancestors of each golden elixir period.
No matter how they set up layers of defenses with a look of horror on their faces, they were still shattered without any resistance and exploded in front of them.
"Bang!~~Gudong dong dong dong~"
A colorful shape like a mushroom cloud can be seen with the naked eye in the sea water, and then a ring of sea water spreads out in all directions. Under the influence of layers, the two parties fighting on the bottom of the sea are also affected.
The ships capsized in the blink of an eye, and countless human monks fell up and down inside the ship with bruises and bruises. The sharks attacking outside the ship did not suffer much damage because the seawater was unloading their force in the sea.
But those golden elixir stage ancestors were seriously injured by the explosion. The key is that many people were stained with colored light spots that could not be shaken off, as if they were spiritual and deeply rooted in their bodies.
Then these people were horrified to discover that the colored light spots absorbed their own essence and blood one by one, growing bigger and bigger in the blink of an eye, turning into colored scales exactly like those of the Sharks!
It turns out that the holy objects of the Sharks have the special ability to assimilate other species and move closer to the Sharks!
Even Jin Dan Zhenren accidentally failed to move out of the way and had to be transformed.
None of these ancestors want to become sharks. Once they become aliens, how can they have a place among the human race? This racial contamination is no joke!
It's really unbelievable that a small group of sharks can actually have such a deadly weapon as racial pollution.
Perhaps, this ethnic group had some glorious and dusty history in the distant past that is unknown to the outside world.
But who knows why such a population has been transported several times to places like the windy waters of the East China Sea, and has declined to what it is today?
But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. It can be seen from the holy objects and bloodline magical powers that this time they have kicked the iron plate and capsized.
Each of these leaders had the idea of retreating and escaping, mainly to go back quickly to heal their wounds and expel the pollution.
If time delays a few steps too late, and it is completely irreversible, it will be too late to regret.
However, the Great Elder of the Sharman Tribe sneered fiercely at this time, showing his yellow teeth.
"We have been putting on a show for so long just to lure you all down and catch them all in one fell swoop. How can we let you leave alive?"
"From now on, the Sea of Storms will still be dominated by the Shark Race!"
"Human beings, sink obediently to the bottom of the sea, dance with the fish, keep company with the corals, and let me sleep forever!"
(End of chapter)