They were newcomers, so they didn't know what they were supposed to do here.
Qing Xuan and the rest did not know because they knew that they did not need to go in to help that lunatic. That guy was having fun by himself!
Moreover, they were outsiders here and might not be able to enter.
The ancient blood Ancestral Witch did not know what to do. The Ancestral Witch of Earth obviously could not take care of them. Should they go in to protect the purple gas or continue to confront the three troublesome guys?
It happened so suddenly that they did not have time to think about it.
However, as they were all in the Half-Immortal Realm, they came up with a feasible plan in an instant. Five Ancestral Sorcerers who had been badly injured were transferred to monitor Qing Xuan and the other two, while six Ancestral Sorcerers of ancient blood went in to help the Edo Earth to eliminate the crazy Sword Cultivator!
In the words of the oldest Ancestral Witch, each of them had died at least seven or eight times. That Swordsman's limit was probably here. As long as they sent in a few more reinforcements.
Because of the frequent deaths in battle, the combat power of these Ancestral Witches was not as good as before. They needed the help of the Ancestral Witch of Earth.
The condition was that as long as the Ancestral Witch of Earth helped them solve the problem in the prayer wheel, they would help the Ancestral Witch of Earth to deal with the three Daoists.
After weighing the pros and cons, the six Ancestral Witch of Earth quickly agreed to their request. Because if they did not agree, the other half of the consciousness in their body would never cooperate with them. The new era was not far away and they did not have time to slowly integrate and digest it.
The key point was that even if they were killed in the prayer wheel, their lives would not be in danger.
Yan Tu's pretty face was filled with anger. Her flying sword jumped out and she was ready to attack.
She She was also silently preparing. Both of them could not accept putting all the pressure on their companions while they watched from the outside.
Qing Xuan said in a low voice, "Can the two of you listen to me?
I have known Xiaoyi for nearly three thousand years and have experienced countless life and death situations. The only thing that has not changed in the past three thousand years is that he has never dropped the ball in difficult situations. Furthermore, many of the dangers were intentional.
Think about it! Senior Sister, at that time, the only one who believed in him was you. Even I had to prepare for the future.
But in the end, you were right. We should not have doubted him..
It was the same this time! We should believe in him as always. None of the Ancestral Sorcerers here could defeat him in a one-on-one fight. It didn't matter if they had ancient blood or not!
Leave it to him! Trust him! "
It was rare for Qing Xuan to speak so solemnly. What he was really worried about was that if these Ancestral Shamans were to change their minds and change their strategy, they would be in real trouble!
If, if these Ancestral Sorcerers were more courageous, all of them would withdraw from the prayer wheel and turn to deal with the three of them, using their lives to threaten Xiaoyi, what would happen?
The three of them did not have the ability to be reborn. Yan Peng and She She's past and future had already been revealed. Once the other party recovered from his impulsiveness, the bet on their friendship would definitely succeed!
This kind of friendship was rare among practitioners at their level, so the Ancestors of Sorcery did not think of it for a while. However, they were not fools. Sooner or later, they would think of it, especially when they were at the end of their rope!
She She was the first to understand. He sighed and said, "Well, I didn't expect that I would become a burden one day. If the Ancestors of Sorcery attack us, we will... run!
We will drag it out as long as we can! "
Lou Xiaoyi was a little tired. The bottleneck of Yuanli was not something that could be replaced by willpower, especially after killing the Ancestors of Sorcery who were also in the Half Immortal Realm for hundreds of times!
The Ancestors of Sorcery's human wave tactic was not whimsical. It had its own profound reason. Although it was a little stupid, it won in reality.
He could look down on these Ancestors of Sorcery because of his confidence. However, in a real battle, he would go all out every time. This was the basic fighting attitude of a Swordsman!
There was no such thing as using only a little bit of strength. This kind of calculation was not suitable for a life and death battle! The opponent was a living person who could adapt, know how to think, and could improve. They would also gradually improve their close combat ability in the battle. They would be flexible in all kinds of ways, and not just charge forward foolishly!
It was very exciting, but also very tiring!
The continuous attack of dozens of Ancestors of Sorcery caused him to rarely have more than ten breaths of time to rest. After hundreds of such outbursts, it would inevitably lead to the exhaustion of his Yuanli output.
The Ancestors of Sorcery were keenly aware of this. In view of the fact that their strength was not as strong as before after seven or eight times of death, they invited the Ancient Blood Ancestors of Sorcery as a fresh force.
In the current situation, their attitude was already very determined. They were completely on the same side as the Ancient Blood Ancestors of Sorcery. However, their primary target was now Lou Xiaoyi, followed by Qing Xuan and the other two.
Lou Xiaoyi was not worried! His Yuanli was indeed sliding towards a dangerous withered state. However, his Sword Dao willpower was getting stronger and stronger. It was close to breaking through the limits of a certain pure spiritual category!
Willpower was also a part of a cultivator's overall quality. However, in this cultivation era where the Great Dao was rampant, there were very few orthodoxies that insisted on willpower. Cultivators always had countless options to choose from. If one path did not work, they would choose the second path.
This quality required one's innate talent, postnatal training, the cooperation of the era, and finally, the sublimation of special circumstances and special events!
For example, dozens of Half Immortals would help you forge!
Willpower was steel, the prayer wheel was fire, and it was a forging room! And these crazy Ancestors of Sorcery were the hammer and anvil!
If he got through it, this experience would be written in his biography, "How Steel Is Forged?"
If he could not get through it, the title of the chapter would become, "The Influence of Impurities on Steel Forging?"
In this process, the purple gas might be the blood that the blacksmith spat out at the most critical moment!
Unknowingly, he had forced himself into a position where there was no way out.
He had long been used to it. This kind of gamble could satisfy the sullen feeling brought about by his usual cautious and slick actions!
In order to do something big, he had not completely indulged his mood for the past three thousand years. Only in this kind of pure tempering of his own body could he be free for once.
The breath in front was surprisingly strong. With a slight perception, he knew that it was the fresh force of the Ancestors of Sorcery! In the end, it was no longer important who it was. To a Sword Madman who had slashed his opponent hundreds of times, it did not matter who it was. Whoever it was, it was a surprise!
The stronger the opponent, the more tenacious his steel would be!
What he wanted to know now was, what kind of impact would it have on the battle when the Sword Dao willpower was almost condensed into a substance?
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