Bloodline Ares

Chapter 286 Ancestral Spirit Pond

"Whoosh..."

The gust of wind howled, and the eight undead spirits swept towards them with the gust of wind. Their figures were erratic, like real shadows, and they floated in front of the fallen Siris in the blink of an eye.

These fallen Serisians were terrified to the extreme, and they let out bursts of terrified cries. Afterwards, the silhouette of the undead suddenly grew larger, covering the Serisians in an instant.

There were five Serisians who fell. At this moment, the five Serisians were all shrouded by the shadow of the undead. It didn't take long for the five Serisians to be completely silent.When the other Sirisians saw it, there was a hint of sadness in their eyes.

However, what shocked Xia Chen was that the fallen Serisians actually stood up again, but their eyes had become dull. Under the control of the undead, they crazily fought against other Serisians. All of a sudden, the entire valley shook, as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

Elder Zhi said with a sad face: "They have been controlled by the undead and have lost their souls. The warriors of the Sires have completely become puppets..."

The five Serisians had indeed been controlled by the necromancers. It turned out that the power of the necromancers was so powerful that even Xia Chen was shocked. It seemed to be far stronger than the cultivation of illusion to reach ten thousand worlds with one thought.After all, these Siris people are existences comparable to fourth-order monsters, equivalent to those in the spirit aperture state, and they are so easily controlled.

Moreover, they already had death energy on them, indicating that they were indeed dead, but the eight-faced monster became stronger. It feeds on devouring souls. If the more souls it devours, it can even transform and condense out The ninth face, completely transformed, became a nine-faced monster comparable to the real spirit!
"Retire, quickly retreat to the Ancestral Spirit Pool, that is the only chance."

Elder Zhi led many Serisians to flee to the depths of the valley. It turned out that in the depths of the valley, a hole was actually dug out. The inside was very spacious, hundreds of feet deep underground.

However, the speed of those undead was so fast that Xia Chen could even hear the screams one after another behind him. They were the screams of the Serisians. I don't know how many Serisians died in the hands of the undead.

"Hurry up, hurry to the ancestral spirit pool, with God's protection, we will be safe..."

Zhi Lao kept urging, and many Serisians who were controlled by the undead chased after him, but they were stopped by the broken patriarch.

The patriarch of the Siris is very powerful. It is not a problem for one person to fight against several Siris. With him in the back to resist, the retreat of the Siris is safer.

Xia Chen stayed with Wei Dong and Xiao Jin. Because they were relatively small, they moved very fast in the underground passage, and the chance of encountering danger was very small, but they could also feel the coming of a huge crisis.

"It's here, Ancestral Spirit Pool, the dead spirits dare not come in."

Soon, Xia Chen saw a huge basement. In the middle of the basement, there was actually a huge pool of blood. The pool of blood was constantly tumbling, exuding bursts of powerful aura.

"This is the Ancestral Spirit Pool?"

Xia Chen didn't know what the Ancestral Spirit Pond was, and none of the Serisians' books he read mentioned the Ancestral Spirit Pool. Perhaps, this was the biggest secret of the Seresians.

Many Serisians crowded in front of the ancestral spirit pool, watching more and more Serisians being controlled behind them, these Serisians did not hesitate any longer, and jumped into the blood pool below one by one.

"Plop plop".

One by one, the Serisians jumped into the tumbling blood pool. It was strange to say that they jumped into the blood pool, and the blood pool was faintly covered with a layer of golden light.

The last Sirisian is the patriarch. He is covered in scars all over his body now, but he has also saved most of the Sirisians. There were originally about 180 Sirisians, but now there are only [-] or so, which is close to Twenty Serisians were all killed by the undead, and controlled them to come to the Ancestral Spirit Pool.

The eight-headed undead glanced at the ancestral spirit pool, and then began to merge, turning into an eight-faced monster again.It was only now that Xia Chen saw the true appearance of the eight-faced monster. There were actually eight faces, and each face seemed to make one's heart palpitate and daunting.And there is also a ninth face, which has already faintly formed a rough outline. Once formed, it will be a nine-faced monster, a terrifying existence that is truly comparable to the true spirit.

Both Xia Chen and Wei Dong retreated to the corner, looking at the eight-faced monster vigilantly. Fortunately, the eight-faced monster didn't seem to pay attention to Xia Chen and others at all, but stared closely at the Zulingchi.

In the ancestral spirit pool, the blood was constantly tumbling, and the originally blood-red blood pool was continuously tumbling, gradually emitting a golden light.At the same time, Elder Zhi began to shout loudly: "Listen to the call of the gods, humble servants Siris, the ancestors, release the ancient divine power, and bless Siris..."

As Zhilao's voice became louder and louder, almost all the remaining 180 and three Serisians were singing loudly, appearing unusually solemn in the entire basement.And in the ancestral spirit pool, the golden light became more and more intense, Xia Chen suddenly felt that the blood in his body was about to move, as if the power of the blood was about to burst out uncontrollably.

"Roar……"

At this moment, the eight-faced monster launched an attack. It controlled nearly [-] Serisians, and jumped into the ancestral spirit pool crazily. He will still struggle a few times, but will soon be submerged by the pool of blood, shrouded in golden light, and has never appeared since then.

Perhaps, part of the blood pool has been melted.

The eight-faced monster was unmoved, seeing that the Serisians it controlled didn't work, the eight-faced monster's body suddenly swelled to an extremely huge size, and the whole body exuded an extremely cold aura.

It stretched out its huge claws, and then grabbed the ancestral spirit pool fiercely.

"boom".

A golden light was looming, blocking the attack of the eight-faced monster. It turned out that the entire ancestral spirit pool was covered by the golden light, and it was able to resist the attack of the eight-faced monster. Perhaps, this was the last reliance of the Seres people.

"Boom boom".

The eight-faced monster did not give up, and frantically attacked the golden light. Xia Chen was also enveloped by the golden light. Every time the eight-faced monster attacked, he felt the terrifying power, as if the earth was shaking.

"What a terrifying undead, this eight-faced monster is completely different from the undead I encountered before. Sure enough, no matter whether it is a spirit creature, a monster, a demon god, or even a practitioner, once it reaches the time when it is comparable to a true spirit, it will be completely different. There was a qualitative metamorphosis."

Xia Chen was secretly frightened, it was impossible for him to resist the random blow of this eight-faced monster, even if he tried his best, it would be useless, this is already a world of difference, and it cannot be easily made up for.

The eight-faced monster is attacking more and more fiercely, and although the golden light is looming, there is no sign of breaking, but seeing the blood waves rolling in the ancestral spirit pool, the faces of the three Serisians in 180 are a little pale. Xia Chen knows that the Serisians are afraid Unable to hold on for much longer, Zu Lingchi is completely supported by 180 and three Serisians.

Once the golden light is broken, all the Serisians, even Xia Chen and Wei Dong, will be in trouble.

The eight-faced monster's speed was getting faster and faster, and there was even a trace of black energy on its body, as if there were ancient monsters roaring loudly, and countless monsters slammed into the ancestral spirit pool one after another.

I don't know how long it has passed, but in the ancestral spirit pool, the people of Seris almost live like years, trying their best to support every second, but they can't support it after all.

"Puchi".

The golden light revealed a crack, and then the crack continued to expand, and it was instantly shattered under the attack of the eight-faced monster.The moment the light from the ancestral spirit pool was torn apart, the 180 and three Serisians in the ancestral spirit pool showed panicked expressions on their faces, their souls had been completely exposed in front of the eight-faced monster.

The eight-faced monster already has wisdom, and its eight faces are full of excitement and cruelty. As long as the souls of these 180 three Serisians are harvested, it firmly believes that it will be able to condense a ninth face. It will be able to transform into the real king of the dead, immortal!
Inside the ancestral spirit pool, Elder Zhi's face was full of sadness. He looked up to the sky and sighed: "Great God, did you just abandon your most loyal servant like this?"

All the people in Siris were panicking, but they had nothing to do. Facing the eight-faced monster who was about to become the king of the dead, their ancestral spirit pool couldn't resist it.

Looking at the desperate Serisians in the ancestral spirit pool, Xia Chen sighed and said, "I promised the Serisians to help them fight against the undead before, but I didn't expect them to come so soon. Xiaodong, do your best and tell the Demon God Eye, if it doesn't work, we will all die, no matter what, let's do our best."

In fact, Xia Chen didn't hold much hope, the eight-faced monster was too strong, he might be able to slap himself to death with a single slap, not to mention that Xiaodong's Demon God's Eye was severely damaged, and it was not certain whether he could burst out with power again.

Sure enough, Wei Dong tried his best to communicate with the Demon God's Eye, but there was no response. Obviously, the Demon God's Eye had been seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep. Now, Xia Chen can only rely on him.

"Come on, you can't sit still."

Xia Chen took a sharp step, and he stood above the ancestral spirit pool in the air. Now it was the time of life and death, and he couldn't live even if the Siris were dead, so he could only do his best.

However, Xia Chen's true energy can't deal with undead, even the power of fire is useless. Only the power of blood can pose some threat to undead. Not sure.

"boom".

Xia Chen stimulated the power of the blood with all his strength, and the surging power of the blood burst out. This was the first time he fully activated the power of the blood, and strands of golden flames emerged on Xia Chen's body surface.On top of its head, a huge phantom even formed, as if silently watching the enemy in front of it.

The eight-faced monster has no fear at all. In its eyes, Xia Chen's power is too weak. It doesn't even feel any threat. It just feels that the soul of this tiny person in front of it seems to be very powerful. If it swallows it, it should very delicious.

Thinking of this, Bamian laughed strangely, and immediately rushed towards Xia Chen.

(End of this chapter)