Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Xu Sanyan weighed in his mind how to maximize his own interests.

At this moment, the battle on the mountain path has entered a white-hot stage. The middle-aged woman entered the battlefield and slaughtered the people of the Bear Clan crazily. Xiong Shan was anxious in his heart. These people were the backbone of the Bear Clan. He felt sad when one of them died.

"Ah!"

Xiong Shan's eyes were bloodshot and he fell into a frenzy. His fists were like hammers. He ignored the seven-headed dogs attacking from the side and attacked the old patriarch.

He wanted to exchange his injuries for his life and break the situation as soon as possible!

A strong wind blew, blowing away the old patriarch's messy hair, revealing his old face, and his turbid eyes were full of determination, without a trace of fear.

She was not afraid of death, she was only afraid of dying in vain.

The old patriarch crossed his arms and resisted the punch.

With a "click", his arms instantly bent at an abnormal angle, and at the same time, his thin body trembled visibly, and blood immediately flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"What are you waiting for!" The old patriarch shouted, she was about to give up.

Xu Sanyan in the dark knew that it was time for him to take action. The time was right, so he turned his mind and condensed three spikes in the void, which was the "Lu Family Spiritual Strength".

The moment the soul spikes condensed, Xu Sanyan's face turned pale. The consumption of a large amount of soul power made his head ache and his heart beat wildly, but in order to kill with one blow, he didn't care about much.

"Go!"

Xu Sanyan shouted in a low voice, and three light shadows passed through the void, heading straight for Xiong Shan's head.

At this moment, Xiong Shan's eyes were red, and his iron fist was recharged, raised high and ready to smash down.

As long as this punch fell, the old patriarch would have no chance of resisting. She was almost exhausted.

Whoosh——

The soul spike pierced Xiong Shan's head in an instant. The fist that was originally raised high turned to hug his head, and a shocking scream resounded through the mountains.

"Ah~!!"

Two lines of blood flowed from Xiong Shan's eyes and crossed his nose. His red pupils almost burst. He had to hit his head hard, as if he wanted to relieve the pain in this way.

Xu Sanyan's face was pale and bloodless, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He leaned against the tree trunk and gasped violently.

He consumed 80% of his soul power. The tingling sensation in his mind seemed to warn him that if he continued to use his soul power, he would probably die first.

The old patriarch's arms fell on both sides of her body. Her broken arms could no longer use any strength. Her feet sank into the ground, and she had no strength to pull them out.

In front of her, Xiong Shan's screams became weaker and weaker. The blood from his nostrils and mouth flowed all over his body, dyeing the animal skin on his chest blood red.

His eyes were empty and dull as he stared at the sky, his chest still rising and falling slightly. He had not died for a while after being hit by Xu Sanyan with all his strength.

But he was breathing in more than breathing out. Xu Sanyan was a strong man in the Soul Refining Realm no matter what, and his soul power was full, far beyond what Xiong Shan could compare with.

Xiong Shan's screams attracted everyone's attention. They didn't know what happened.

Xiong Shan was still suppressing the old patriarch and was about to win, but he suddenly screamed, and then he fell to the ground with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and was about to die.

The situation changed so quickly that everyone was stunned for a while.

Once Xiong Shan died, the battle situation would no longer be variable, and the Bear Clan would definitely lose.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged woman was the first to react, waving her fists and rushing into the battlefield again, wanting to take advantage of the high morale to resolve the battle in one go.

The seven-headed dog firmly protected the old patriarch, not allowing any enemy to get close.

Xu Sanyan closed his eyes tightly. The stinging sensation in his head made him unable to care about anything else. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

Suddenly, Xun Ancai's anxious voice came to his ears, "How are you?"

Xun Ancai looked at Xu Sanyan's pale face and hugged him in his arms distressedly. His exaggerated chest muscles made him almost breathless.

"Send me home."

Xu Sanyan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. Every time he said a word, he felt his nerves twitching violently, as if a pair of big hands were moving in his brain.

"Okay."

Xun Ancai glanced at the battlefield. At this moment, the overall situation was decided. It didn't matter if she was missing, so she picked up Xu Sanyan and walked down the mountain.

Halfway through, Xu Sanyan fell asleep in her arms, and even when he fell asleep, his brows were still tightly furrowed.

On the other side,

more than half of the bear tribe members were killed or injured, and the rest of them stopped resisting and knelt down to surrender.

The middle-aged woman helped the old patriarch up and asked with concern, "Patriarch, how are you?"

"Ahem..." The old patriarch coughed lightly, blood foam splashing from his mouth, "It's okay, help me go back."

"Yeah." The middle-aged woman turned her head to look at the bear captives and asked, "Patriarch, what should we do with them?"

"Tie them up first, and then you take people to the bear tribe later. Be quick and bring the things back before the snake tribe reacts."

"Okay."

The middle-aged woman knew what the old patriarch meant by "things", the earth vein stones and the blood of the bear god left by the bear tribe.

With these two things, the dog tribe can once again support several strong men who have prayed four or even five times.

Now that the bear tribe leader Xiong Shan is dead, a large number of the bear tribe's backbone forces have been lost here, and the tribe must be empty. It is a good time to blow the horn of counterattack.

The middle-aged woman sent the old patriarch back to the cave, and then quickly handled everything and led people to the direction of the bear tribe.

Xun Ancai also went with them.

…

When Xu Sanyan opened his eyes again, it was already bright.

Xun Ancai was sleeping beside him, with her chest tightly tied with animal skin, and a trace of blood seeping out of it.

Xu Sanyan rubbed his temple, and the needle-like pain was relieved a lot. Although there were still some sequelae, it still did not affect her activities.

He looked at the dirty animal skin on Xun Ancai's body, frowned secretly, lifted the hem of his robe and tore off a piece, and gently untied the animal skin on her chest, and two pieces of meat popped out.

Xun Ancai woke up immediately, took a vigilant look, and found that it was him. Only then did she feel relieved and closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Xu Sanyan looked at the wound on her chest, just below the right chest. I don’t know what cut it. The narrow wound was deep enough to see the bone, which was extremely hideous.

But Xun Ancai seemed to have been accustomed to it for a long time, and it didn’t even delay her sleep.

If this wound was a little higher, her baby would suffer.

Xu Sanyan tied it up for her again, and Xun Ancai didn’t react at all. It seemed that she was really exhausted.

After he performed the "Lu Family Spiritual Refining Power" yesterday, he fell asleep. He didn't know what happened afterwards, but looking at the wounds on Xun Ancai's body, something must have happened again.

Xu Sanyan moved his body slightly, got up and walked up the mountain. He wanted to see the old patriarch and confirm the time for the third blessing.

Passing by yesterday's battlefield, there were still some traces of the war, large pieces of fallen trees, and bloodstains on the ground, all of which proved the fierceness of yesterday's battle.

Xu Sanyan walked up the mountain. Just when he came to the entrance of the cave, he was startled. He saw the middle-aged woman holding the old patriarch and walking out of the cave.

At this moment, the old patriarch had stopped breathing.