Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 52: Ten strands of purple air! Drink it all in one breath (Please read on)
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“It’s indeed a talisman!”

"What a pity it's broken!"

The two old ancestors had different expressions, feeling both envious and relieved.

This kind of talisman, which is made by extracting the power from the Jindan Master's own magic weapon, can usually only be used a few times before it breaks, but it is a powerful weapon for cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Wang Qianqian was also unable to fully unleash the power of the talisman because her own cultivation level was too low, her spiritual power was too shallow, and she had no subsequent control.

If Chen Ningtai were to use it, he would definitely be able to trap and kill Gui San easily, burning his soul to death, and there would be no way he could escape.

The Guangling Patriarch sighed and said, "Brother Xuanmo still has some good opportunities. Fortunately, he has the help of the talisman, otherwise Jingyun would have to lose it~~~"

At the same time, the two ancestors secretly raised their assessment of Chen's background by several levels.

Since Chen Xuanmo can prepare a talisman, he might have other cards.

This time, Chen was able to kill the two ghosts of Pishan alone, and it only cost a junior in the clan.

In a sense, it was a big victory.

But they couldn't say this in front of Chen Ningtai. After all, his grandson had died and he was very sad at the moment.

"Brother Ning Tai, although everyone knows that the Bai family must be behind this." Patriarch Chi Qiu frowned and said, "But we don't have any substantial evidence. After all, the two ghosts are wanted criminals on the black list, and their words cannot be used as evidence, unless we can catch them alive and ask the sect master to search their souls."

It's not easy to kill them, let alone capture them alive.

"I don't want evidence, nor do I need evidence." Chen Ningtai's face instantly turned as cold as ice. "Things have come to this point. Only one of the Linhai Bai family and the Cangyi Chen family can survive."

The two old ancestors were startled and looked at each other, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

After a long silence.

The Guangling Patriarch coughed twice and said, "Master Ningtai, has the situation developed to this point? Let's not talk about whether you can win. Even if you can win, how will the sect react?"

"Besides, winning the battle doesn't mean we can destroy them. After all, the Bai family is also a dual-foundation family." Patriarch Chi Qiu also advised sternly, "Why don't we think of a way to retaliate and kill one or two of their clansmen to vent our hatred."

Chen Ningtai shook his head slowly, his eyes firm and calm: "Everyone in my Chen family has made up their minds."

The two old ancestors exchanged glances again, thinking in their hearts that Chen Ningtai's attitude was so firm, he must be quite confident.

Could it be that Chen Xuanmo really has some powerful trump card left?
Their hearts couldn't help but become active.

If this is the case, they may be able to provide some covert assistance and perhaps get a piece of the pie.

Patriarch Chiqiu drank the spiritual tea and tried to test him: "Brother Ningtai, does your Chen family have a detailed revenge plan? Perhaps, Guangling and I can help you with some research."

"Yes." Chen Ningtai nodded, stood up and bowed to the Chiqiu Patriarch, "I hope Brother Zheng can lend me Chen's [Chijiao Fire Poison Pearl] for use."

"What?"

Patriarch Chi Qiu almost spat a mouthful of tea on his face.

He widened his eyes like copper bells and looked at Chen Ningtai in disbelief.

This is your revenge plan!!
Could you lend me the Zheng family's magical treasure?
"Brother Zheng Dao." Chen Ningtai bowed solemnly. "We, the Chen family, are determined to seek revenge. We can use part of the profits from Sheshan Market to exchange for the right to use the Red Dragon Fire Poison Pearl for one year."

This……

Ancestor Chi Qiu looked embarrassed and hesitant.

Chen Ningtai sneered: "If our Chen family is wiped out, all resources will be swallowed up by the Bai family. At that time, the Bai family will definitely become stronger."

"Brother Zheng Dao, you don't want to have a powerful and evil neighbor like the Bai family, do you?"

"You..." The Chiqiu Patriarch stood up suddenly and glared at Chen Ningtai, "Chen Ningtai, are you threatening me?"

To be honest, he was pissed.

He was very familiar with Chen Ningtai's tone.

It was as if Chen Xuanmo was possessed, just as shameless.

"Brother Zheng Dao, I am just stating the facts." Chen Ningtai was unmoved. "If the Bai family can destroy my Chen family today, why can't they destroy the Zheng family tomorrow? Besides, Brother Zheng Dao is not young anymore, why not leave some peace for future generations?"

The expression on Patriarch Chi Qiu's face suddenly became uncertain.

Everyone knows that the lips and teeth are interdependent, but it is offensive to be used as a threat.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart. This kid Chen Ningtai looks honest, but after all, he is still Chen Xuanmo's son. After becoming the patriarch, his true nature was exposed, right?
When thinking about this, Patriarch Chi Qiu would never have imagined in his dreams that it was really Chen Xuanmo who was making the decisions behind Chen Ningtai.

"Okay, I can lend you the treasure, but you Chen family will have to use your clan property as collateral." Patriarch Chi Qiu snorted, "Besides that, if you defeat the Bai family, our Zheng family will also have a share of the spoils."

"Of course, our Chen and Zheng families are related by marriage. We should be of the same blood and share the happiness." Chen Ningtai bowed his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Brother Zheng, for your help."

Ha ha.

Ancestor Chiqiu glared at him.

If he wasn't very familiar with Chen Ningtai, he would have really thought that this was that damn ghost Chen Xuanmo in disguise.

Feeling unhappy, he added another condition: "By the way, tell your boy Chen Jingyun to stay away from our Lingyun, so as not to ruin her reputation!" "Brother Zheng Dao, don't worry, I will restrain Jingyun more." Chen Ningtai responded calmly.

What I mean is that I can only restrain Jingyun, but I cannot restrain Zheng Lingyun of your family.

The old ancestor Chi Qiu's face froze, and he looked very frustrated.

If he could restrain Zheng Lingyun, why would he waste time talking to you, Chen Ningtai?

After dealing with the Chiqiu ancestor, Chen Ningtai looked at the Guangling ancestor again.

The Guangling Patriarch knew that he couldn't refuse, so he simply said generously: "Master Ningtai, don't worry, our Zhao family is willing to lend you the [Earth Seal], as long as the conditions are the same as those of the old ghost Chiqiu."

Now that members of the Chen clan have died, if the two clans are unwilling to lend a helping hand, this marriage alliance will probably fall apart in the future.

Besides, who can guarantee that the Zhao family will be safe and sound in the future?
"Thank you." Chen Ningtai thanked again.

"It doesn't matter. The Bai family has gone too far and dared to collude with the Pishan Twin Ghosts, almost killing Jingyun." The Guangling Patriarch's face was as dark as ink, "I can't swallow this breath."

"In that case, Ningtai has another favor to ask of you." Chen Ningtai took advantage of the situation.

The two old ancestors felt a tightness in their hearts.

"Brothers, don't be nervous. We are just helping with some publicity." Chen Ningtai's eyes flashed with a ruthless look. "After all, we in the Chen family don't want to bear the bad reputation of disobeying the sect leader."

Then, there was a series of secret planning and instructions.

The next day.

The Chen family set up a mourning hall, but the display was naturally not as grand as that of Chen Xuanmo.

Most of the people who came from various ethnic groups were young people. Gao Peilian and her son knelt beside the mourning hall in mourning clothes and returned the greetings to each guest one by one.

Some time passed.

The main residence of the Gao family in Hedong.

Outside [Zhiwangxuan] where [Ancestor Zhiqi] lives.

Gao Peilian was dressed in plain mourning, holding a boy in her arms who was in heavy mourning and had a confused look in his eyes. She just knelt there quietly.

She had no expression on her face, didn't say a word, and just kept kneeling.

A few days later, an old man sighed, "Alas, kid... Never mind, I will do what you say."

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Three months later.

There are still three months left until the annual sacrifice.

Inside the Chen Ancestral Hall.

Chen Ningtai followed his father's instructions, holding the Xuanmo Spiritual Sword in his hand, and continuously injected spiritual energy into it, while chanting: "Please, ancestor, show your spirit."

The next moment.

The lucky bead vibrated violently, and Chen Ningtai's voice was like a thunder, echoing inside the lucky bead.

Chen Xuanmo woke up suddenly.

Through the lucky crystal wall, he saw the two brothers Chen Ningtai and Chen Ningzhuo standing solemnly.

Among them, Chen Ningzhuo was holding a jade box in his hand.

The jade box was opened, revealing a [Foundation Building Pill] that Chen Xuanmo was very familiar with.

His heart moved as he wished, and the Xuan Mo Ling Sword vibrated slightly with a humming sound, which was an echo to Chen Ningtai, and he woke up.

At the same time, Chen Xuanmo habitually glanced at his purple aura.

There are 113 strands left.

The extra few strands of purple energy were consumed when pretending to intercept Ghost Three. The number was no different from before falling asleep.

This also further confirmed his previous guess that only the annual sacrifice could absorb the purple energy.

After all, during this period, Chen Ningtai came to pay homage to his father many times as agreed.

Without saying a word, he turned the wisps of purple air into strands and continuously infused them towards Chen Ningzhuo.

Six strands, seven strands... ten strands!
After the tenth strand of purple energy was infused into it.

The extremely rich purple mark on Chen Ningzhuo's forehead suddenly underwent a transformation. The rich purple color gradually melted away, revealing a faint golden light!
Golden mark!

Chen Xuanmo was delighted. As he had predicted, the purple energy would undergo a qualitative change after reaching ten strands.

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