Ever since Luo Qing, Yuan Hao, and the others had killed their way out, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the human race was almost equal to that of the ghost race.
However, relatively speaking, the disadvantage of the low-level cultivators was still obvious.
At this moment, in Full Moon City, a huge blood-colored drum rose up. When the blood-colored drum appeared, a desolate and hot-blooded aura spread across the battlefield within thousands of miles of Full Moon City like mercury.
The drum had a radius of more than 100 feet. Looking at the cultivation base of a blind old man, it was actually another Nascent Soul cultivator. However, this person was already like a withered manuscript, and the vitality in his body was close to zero. He was a person who had one foot in the gates of hell.
At a glance, he was like a withered leaf in the wind that could wither at any time. Following closely behind the blind old man, there were another 14 or 15 Nascent Soul cultivators with almost the same aura.
"Cangyang Blood Drum!"
The powerful cultivators of the ghost race looked at the blood-colored drum that rose up and immediately cried out in alarm. In the ancient wilderness, hundreds of races stood in great numbers. The ancient cultivators fought in the south of the sky and the north of the earth, creating a world for the reproduction of the Empress's race. Countless ancient cultivators threw their heads and spilled their blood.
The sound of the war drum shook the night and awakened the dawn. The people who fought in the battle were dressed in the setting sun. The tall and unyielding figures dragged on the long road of the journey.
The Cangyang lay on the path, blood spilled in the wilderness, bones were buried in the mountains, and the sound of the war drum never stopped.
"Our human race has been able to stand among the thousands of races for countless years without declining, existing with the heavens and earth without dying. How can a dark race like you belittle them?! Today, I will let you ghost race witness the spirit of our ancestors to eliminate demons and ghosts. "
"Vast and boundless, the sword shakes the wilderness. Majestic, the Cangyang lay on the path, vast and boundless, blood weeps in the sky … "
The blind old man and the other 14 Nascent Soul cultivators who were at the end of their lifespan and could not withstand a battle chanted the Great Desolation Song.
The Great Desolation Song and the Cangyang Blood Drum that emitted an ancient and desolate aura complemented each other.
"The Cangyang Blood Drum has long disappeared from this world along with the ancient cultivators. You only have a replica in your hands. What does my Ghost Race have to fear!" Ao Dou Phantom King's roar woke up many of the ghosts who were stunned. Although the low-level ghost cultivators made up the majority, once their morale was at a disadvantage, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Haha, although the real Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the ancient cultivators' pioneering spirit and endless fighting spirit has existed since the beginning of time. Even this replica can let us experience the ambition and spirit of the ancient cultivators when they conquered the wilderness!" The blind old man and the others raised their heads and laughed, then continued to chant the Great Wilderness Song.
"Fellow Daoists, we don't have much time left. The oldest among us only has a dozen or so years left. We can't even fight a single battle. To be able to experience the state of mind of the ancient cultivators with the remaining years of our lives is a great blessing."
"Beat the drums!"
"Vast, mysterious, and yellow, the sword shakes the wilderness. Majestic and lofty, the sun lies on the path, vast and boundless, blood weeps across the sky … "
Bam! A dozen or so Nascent Soul Stage old men who were nearing the end of their lifespans joined forces and struck the blood-colored drum.
The Great Wilderness Song was bleak and majestic, with a sense of advancement amidst the sorrow. The humans who were in the war, including Lu Xiaotian, seemed to have seen the wilderness where the trees towered into the sky and demons ran rampant. The human race only occupied a small corner of the land. The ancient cultivators comprehended the power of heaven and earth, and began to stubbornly survive in the war between the various races. They used the swords and sabers in their hands to expand their living space. Countless people fell on the path of the war, and blood dyed the setting sun red. However, there were also countless people who stepped forward one after another …
Hot blood, crisis, mixed with the sorrow of unfulfilled ambitions …
"Majestic and lofty, the sun lies on the path. Vast and boundless, blood weeps across the sky … "
Bam! Bam! Dozens of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators gathered their remaining strength and hit the blood-colored drum together. Countless people were brought into this sorrowful yet generous mood. Their hearts were filled with desolation, and blood was everywhere. As the sound of the drum penetrated deep into their hearts, countless cultivators chanted the Great Wilderness Song in unison.
Lu Xiaotian felt his blood boil when he heard it. Even the circulation of his Dharmic powers was faster than usual. He could not help but be shocked. He glanced at the dozens of old men who were in the twilight of their lives and singing in unison with the drum. Lu Xiaotian's heart resonated with them, and at the same time, he came to a realization. It seemed that such a large formation and such a price was not simply for them to resonate with each other.
The Cangyang Blood Drum was derived from the ancient cultivation method of refining weapons. Although it was an imitation, it could still stimulate the cultivator's Dharmic powers and blood, and stimulate the cultivator's potential. However, the Cangyang Blood Drum was only an imitation. Its effect on Nascent Soul Realm cultivators was negligible.
However, looking at the excited expressions on the faces of the Jin Dan, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refinement cultivators, it was clear that their spirits were no longer the same as before. The battlefield within a radius of thousands of miles was enveloped by the Cangyang Blood Drum. The entire human race's morale was greatly boosted. Although their numbers were much lower than the Ghost Race's.
However, the Cangyang Blood Drum did not only increase their strength, but also brought all the cultivators into the solemn and stirring feeling of the predecessors opening up a new space for survival. Under the common hatred for the enemy and the joint attack, the strength they displayed was further enhanced, and they actually suppressed the Ghost Race's morale.
The sound of the drum came one after another. The blood of countless humans spilled on the battlefield, but more of them were the deaths of the Ghost Race. "Bam!" A Nascent Soul Realm old man in the twilight of his life was exhausted, and his Dharmic powers were exhausted. He turned into a wisp of ash and disappeared in the air. "The appearance of the Cangyang Blood Drum reproduces the scene of the ancient cultivators' conquest. I have no regrets in life to be able to witness this scene. It's a pity that I can't witness the great victory of the human race with my own eyes. Fellow Daoists, don't forget to send me news of victory when you pay your respects. This old man will take his leave first …"
In the void, the old man's voice gradually faded, and then disappeared. However, the heroism and desolation of facing death were deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
"Fellow Daoist Canghong, don't be anxious. This old man is coming …" The blind old man followed closely behind and disappeared into nothingness …
"Majestic, the Cangyang lies on the Dao. Vast, blood weeps in the sky. The Ghost Race fights in the Xingye, the demons fight in the Mo Yuan. Sweeping the four directions with their howls, flattening the eight barren lands with their enemies. The Phoenix cries out to the nine heavens, asking the question while bathed in fire. The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow … "
People were dying in battle, but tens of thousands of cultivators were chanting the Great Wilderness Song in unison, and the sound waves were getting louder and louder. They faintly gathered into the great destiny of the human race, vast and mighty in the air. The raging Ghost Qi that soared into the sky was actually faintly suppressed.
Yuan Hao attacked. The Scorching Sun Double-Shouldered Sword that was refined by the Ancient Sword Sect with a special method was like two scorching suns in the sky, and he fought fiercely with a Skeleton Ghost King.
On Luo Qing's side, she was still like a cold and noble moon. When she attacked, there was a mysterious moonlight that leaked out from the clouds, but it did not lose its sharpness.
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