Chapter 343
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Clear Sky Town, Central Square.
The mortals were all confined here like livestock. The crowd was so dense that one couldn't see the end of it.
The cries of the old, weak, women, and children could be heard from the Central Square from time to time. It was like a mortal's lament between heaven and earth.
"Sect Master, all the mortals of Clear Sky Town are here. Please activate the Blood Sacrifice Technique." Thousands of cultivators knelt down. Their voices were like the waves of the vast ocean, echoing in all directions.
"Okay!"
The three demonic cultivators sat cross-legged in the air. Their disciples all knelt down. A blood-colored light spread in the air. The ten thousand feet blood array appeared. The bright blood-colored light was enchanting and dazzling, as if it wanted to devour all living things.
"Executioners in position."
"Kill!"
The blade light flashed, and blood spurted out. Heads fell into the snow.
"Father!"
"Mother!"
Heart-Wrenching cries rang out from the commoners as a sense of helplessness and despair permeated the air.
Yes, they were only mortals. In the face of powerful cultivators, they couldn't resist at all. Even if they had hatred in their hearts, they could only turn into lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"First kill mortals, then kill martial artists. Condense the blood essence of heaven and earth to forge our supreme cultivation."
The three demonic cultivators roared in the air. They seemed to have turned into bloodthirsty monsters. The blood essence around them surged like a tide.
"I'll kill you all!"
A mortal man stood up from the crowd. His eyes were filled with tears as he angrily roared. He held a hatchet in his hand and hacked at the cultivator in front of him as if he had gone mad. His eyes were red as if they were going to explode, making people who looked at him feel extremely sad.
Puff puff puff!
More than ten horrifying bloody holes bloomed on the mortal man's body. A Foundation Establishment cultivator pulled back the hatchet in his hand. The blood that spurted out was so dazzling and mournful!
Bang!
The mortal man fell at this person's feet. Large amounts of blood continued to flow out of his mouth. His eyes continued to lose focus, but he still tried his best to get up. He wanted to take one last look at his wife and children before his life ended.
"Father!"
"Husband!"
At the back of the crowd, a woman and a child cried loudly. Two figures, one big and one small, kept pushing through the crowd. Under the cruel gazes of countless demonic cultivators, they staggered toward their loved ones.
"Son … son's mother, son … son … don't … don't … come over …!"
Fresh blood mixed with broken internal organs kept spitting out from the mortal man's mouth. He looked at the mother and son who were running towards him, and his voice was intermittent. A drop of tear slowly flowed down his cheek. His eyes were wide open, and he left this world with despair, sorrow, and hatred.
"Dad … wake up … wake up … I don't want you to die …" The child lay on his father's body, which was covered in blood, and wailed.
The woman at the side looked at her husband lying in a pool of blood. Tears slowly flowed from her eyes. Looking at the many merciless cultivators, the resentment on her face was frightening.
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. Before the woman could reach them, cold swords pierced into her body. As the swords were pulled out, a large amount of blood soaked the snow, making it beautiful and bleak.
"Mother!"
The child cried hoarsely. His small body fell on top of his parents. The hatred in his eyes seemed to solidify. He stared at the cultivators who killed his parents.
"Lin … Lin 'er … run … run!" The woman's mouth was overflowing with blood. Her sad and weak voice was heart-wrenching.
The dozen or so low-level Immortal Cultivators smiled cruelly, but the swords and sabers that were raised high in the air illustrated their ruthless and ruthless hearts.
"Give me back the lives of my parents!" The child grabbed the trousers of one of the cultivators with both hands and bit his leg crazily.
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...... The cold and merciless blade pierced the child's heart. Then, his small body was sent flying. The family of three died just like that.
"You bastards."
Among the crowd, Li Haner was bathed in blood. He roared. His eyes were red. He waved the steel saber in his hand wildly. The saber brought about a mournful saber light and attacked the cultivators.
"You're courting death."
Such a scene infuriated one of the Immortal Cultivators. A terrifying palm print blasted Li Haner away, and a large amount of blood spurted out from her mouth.
"Father."
"Husband."
"Child!"
"Han 'er."
The family of three cried out in grief, and an old figure staggered towards Li Haner, trembling.
"Uncle … Uncle Ye … Go … Go."
Li Haner lay on the ground. His body was cracked. Blood flowed from all parts of his body. He looked at the old and tottering figure in front of him. Tears of sorrow flowed from his eyes.
He didn't expect Uncle Ye to follow him to this place. His eyes were full of despair. He knew that today, his family of four and Uncle Ye would all die in vain.
With a stooped body and an aged body, Ye Xuan staggered towards Li Han Er while leaning on a tree branch. His expression was sorrowful, and his hoarse and weak voice was heart-wrenching.
"Han … Han 'er … Don't be afraid … Uncle Ye is here to save you."
A low-level cultivator jumped in front of Ye Xuan and kicked him away.
"Old thing, I think you're tired of living."
"Uncle Ye!"
Such a scene made Li Haner roar. His eyes were as red as blood. His body exploded with endless potential. He turned into a saber light and rushed toward the cultivator.
Puchi!
Li Haner's face was ferocious. His eyes were so red that they were about to burst. His palms were like two sharp blades that stabbed into the cultivator's chest. As he roared to the sky, the cultivator was torn in half. Blood and organs spilled on the ground. But this couldn't stop Li Haner's despair.
Li Han'er's entire body was bathed in blood as she foolishly arrived in front of Ye Xuan. Looking at Ye Xuan's pale and bloodless face, he dispiritedly knelt on the ground as tears uncontrollably flowed out of his eyes.
"Uncle … Uncle Ye … Han 'er didn't protect you well … I'm sorry … I'm sorry!" Li Haner clenched his fists. Two streams of blood flowed from his tiger-like eyes, making him look extremely sorrowful.
"Han 'er!"
Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes. It was as if he was walking towards the end of his life. Perhaps he was going to die in the cold wind of this world.
Bang!
A terrifying giant palm struck out and blasted Li Han Er away!
Thud, thud, thud.
The young man in the brocade robe walked toward Li Haner. His wide feet stepped on Li Haner's head and kept crushing it.
"You lowly ant. I didn't kill you before because of your vigorous blood essence. You dared to kill my sect's people in front of me. It seems you want to end your life as soon as possible?"
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