Chapter 360: Ancestors

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If any Heart Pivot dared to dig out the thoughts in Pacquiao's brain at this moment, then the sky over Xinquan would probably be filled with question marks, endless and infinite.

What the hell, what's going on, where did this mad dog come from?

Pacquiao was originally still looking down at the changes on the battlefield from afar, when suddenly his neck felt cold—

Everyone was fighting to the death just a moment ago, and in the next moment, this abstract thing with a mixed style suddenly jumped out, shouting things like "don't hurt my father" and "old man, go to hell" as it rushed up...

The lethality wasn't great, it was just too damn scary!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, it was suddenly close at hand, and then, an axe-halberd, a long spear, and two two-handed heavy swords slashed toward his forehead. Not only that, but a hand holding a sickle wanted to take advantage of his inattention to dig at his crotch, and the last hand pulled a revolver out of his pants, instantly tilting and emptying the magazine.

Suddenly, it was as if six people were attacking together; the speed and madness of the eruption, the ferocity and viciousness of the strikes, were simply eye-opening.

It's just a pity, the rank is too far off!

"Get lost!"

Pacquiao didn't even look back, his hand holding the blood flag as steady as a rock, while his other hand instantly drew the dagger from his waist.

At this moment, attacking in anger, the scarlet blade wrapped in blood flames slashed down.

In an instant, blood flames surged and churned; with one strike, he showed no mercy. The output of the Transcendent rank, the experience of ten thousand battles and blood, plus the triple chain of blessings of "crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood," "fierce fire and sweeping wind," and "killing them all," with one strike, the axe-halberd, long spear, and double swords, along with the sickle and revolver, were all slashed into powder.

The bullets aimed at his vital points didn't even have time to touch him before they evaporated into ashes under the burning of the blood flames.

Just like a blood-colored torrent, rushing into the sky.

With a casual strike, the blade light, condensed and collapsed to the extreme, had already split Tang Qian in two from head to toe; the violent air wave and aftermath raged forward, breaking the void and whistling away.

The boiling water of the Long River, the muddy shallows, and even the rain in the sky suddenly appeared with a crack; under the angry strike, wherever the malice and sharpness passed, everything was broken in two.

But—

Pop!

The roaring sound was suddenly interrupted by a light sound, and the slashing dagger came to an abrupt halt.

Right in front of the four hands Tang Qian had raised!

On that blade edge filled with blood flames, two hands appeared out of nowhere, closing from left and right, clamping it!

Catching a blade with bare hands!

In that short gap of less than an instant, he lightly resolved the tyrannical malice and sharpness, not only using the momentum to guide his own blood fire flow to direct the destructive power of the same Great Crowd lineage behind him, exempting more than eighty percent of the damage, but also using a strange technique never seen before, dangerously clamping that dagger that could break mountains and seas.

The price was that his whole body was almost shattered by the tyrannical impact, instantly covered in blood and wounds, but in just a blink of an eye, under the terrifying blood-recovery ability of the Great Crowd, he recovered to his original state.

And just at the moment of clamping the blade, Tang Qian's other two hands had already gripped his left hand; amidst the flow of spiritual quality, thin scarlet chains formed between the gaps of his ten fingers, entangling and locking it!

"... Too far off."

A dull sigh sounded, judging as such.

From Tang Qian's neck, amidst the bulging flesh, an ugly face covered in scars slowly emerged, already blind in one eye. Without any warm or kind appearance, the old woman's face was ferocious like a ghost: "Have the juniors of today fallen to the point where they have to find helpers for even this kind of trash?"

And on the other side, the Fourth Great-Grandfather's head also slowly emerged, sighing along: "Using a good move like 'Malice Roll' in such a crappy way, I think this Great Crowd is getting worse with each generation!"

You f***ing...

Tang Qian and Pacquiao's expressions changed simultaneously.

Not to mention Tang Qian, who was being mocked by his own ancestors, the moment these two old ghosts emerged, Pacquiao's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end!

In his sensing, the spiritual quality fluctuation of this ghost thing's body, which had been fluctuating up and down, suddenly began to skyrocket like a rocket, erupting and changing constantly.

And with the rise and fall of the spiritual quality flow, at the moment it surged to the peak of the Transcendent, a long spear wrapped in infinite storms and electric light appeared out of thin air from an arm covered in wrinkles and age spots, piercing toward his face!

In the Fourth Great-Grandfather's turbid pupils, fierce light burst out, looking down coldly.

——Where did this rabble come from, go die!

In that instant, Pacquiao could no longer care about dignity or anything else, pulling and struggling with all his might, but the scarlet chains entangled on his left hand blocked his movements, locking him!

The old woman looked on indifferently, manipulating Tang Qian's arm, easily mobilizing the spiritual quality that was simply negligible compared to the past; the chains changed, easily suppressing the spiritual quality riot that was ten times greater than her own, sealing it for an instant.

Suddenly, the blood flag dissipated.

The long spear in Pacquiao's right hand was dangerously lifted, colliding with the Dragon-Hunting Spear against the chaos of wind and thunder; amidst the spreading scarlet aftermath, he finally broke the chains and stumbled back!

Who knows how many people were already dumbfounded, unbelievable...

On Pacquiao's chest, a hole had already appeared!

Amidst the squirming of blood and bones, it was slowly and arduously healing...

"No, are you capable, you old thing!"

Tang Qian clicked his tongue, sarcastically: "I think the Great Crowd's upper beam is not straight, it's ruined by you old things... how do you have the face to ask for money?"

"F*** your mother! What rank was I back then, and what trash are you? If you had any ambition, would I have to come out and work for you at this age?"

The Fourth Great-Grandfather retorted, but the long spear in his hand swung horizontally, pressing step by step.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, anyway, you two are about the same level of trash, you might as well commit suicide early." On the other side, the old woman was also being sarcastic, attacking both of them indiscriminately, the chains in her hands flowing like snakes, attacking viciously.

And Pacquiao, he felt terrible!

No matter what, he was also a Transcendent Chosen One of the Great Crowd, how could he not distinguish the situation at this moment? It's not like he hadn't used the burnt offering inheritance, he played it too well, but he had never seen this formation before!

The two ghost things possessing Tang Qian at this moment, the more he looked, the more familiar they seemed, the more he looked, the more wrong it felt...

Sacrifice Lord?!

How can the Sacrifice Lord speak? Wait, how come the Sacrifice Lord changed people again? Grass, how come there are so many Sacrifice Lords?!

How come someone's whole family are Sacrifice Lords!

Pacquiao was completely numb.

There's a cheat! There's a cheat!

Under the condition of being a whole rank lower, a dignified veteran Transcendent Chosen One who had roamed the four seas was actually jumped by a Rebirth! And for a while, he couldn't take him down...

Not to mention how hard the Great Crowd's life is, and not to mention that the upper-level suppression of the same lineage has no effect, the key lies in this "neurotic knife" that is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, with spiritual quality fluctuations that are high and low, which is really uncomfortable enough to make one want to vomit blood.

When it's weak, it can't break his defense at all; when it's strong, it makes his hair stand on end and sweat profusely.

The key is that the change in strength has no rules at all, and the refreshing of the ancestors seems to depend entirely on the person's mood; just by not paying attention, he was almost beheaded by a middle-aged man with dreadlocks who popped out from Tang Qian's back.

He didn't even have time to control the countless walking corpses on the battlefield.

For the current plan, he can only use the Sacrifice Lord's power to violently expel the Sacrifice Lord from the other party!

But the moment he mobilized the blessing of the Lord of Scars and struck in anger, amidst the clash of swords, the spiritual quality of both actually rioted together!

Pacquiao's eyes went black.

In a trance, he seemed to see the phantom behind Tang Qian, countless eerie spirit tablets standing like mountains, from bottom to top, amidst the mist of faint incense candles; the handwriting on the tablets was blurred, completely invisible. In this fleeting glance, he only saw countless tablets at the very top, in front of that rotten and broken tablet, a withered and broken palm was placed; who knows how many years had passed, and it was still faintly dripping blood.

And in the palm, it was gripping a huge ruby like a heart; the heart-shaped gem pulsed for an instant, and infinite phantoms of fighting and conquering rushed toward his face!

Boom!

Under the collision of the two, the blessing on Tang Qian collapsed by more than half, but what made his hair stand on end was that the connection with the Lord of Scars was violently shaking, difficult to maintain.

It even faintly showed a sense of alienation and disgust.

As if questioning—

What the f*** are you doing?

Pacquiao's actions just now were completely usurping the host, directly using the Sacrifice Lord's power to clash head-on with other Sacrifice Lords; any damage caused by this would result in the loss of the Lord of Scars' remaining spirituality.

Feeling the coldness of the Lord of Scars at this moment, Pacquiao could only swallow his teeth and blood, sacrificing several precious scars again to barely build the connection.

But in front of him, Tang Qian was only scolded twice by the Sacrifice Lord on his body, and besides that, nothing happened!

For a time, this difference in treatment made Pacquiao's heart almost bleed.

But after a few short exchanges, he had already discovered Tang Qian's crucial weakness.

Instantly, thrusting forward—

And then, under the sweep of the long spear, Tang Qian was already like a meteor, screaming and flying backward!

Kicking out with all his might, he directly kicked the unlucky kid like a wild dog on the side of the road, flying up, rolling in mid-air, just like a meteor going away.

And at the same time...

Pacquiao, furious!

Because at the same instant, a more violent and tyrannical meteor descended from the sky!

Having lingered behind the clouds for who knows how long, the iron star looked down at the entire battlefield indifferently, searching for any key timing, until Pacquiao had no time to take care of other things...

——Suddenly, falling!

Without concealing his existence and tracks, the moment the spiritual quality blockade imposed by Ji Jue was broken, the Longshan armor was pushed violently, operating at overclocked speed!

In an instant, from static to dynamic, from immovable as a mountain, to moving like thunder!

Amidst Lu Feng's wild laughter, the blessing armor carefully crafted by Ji Jue descended at a reaction speed and speed several times higher than the previous one.

Ten kilometers, full engine overload propulsion.

Five kilometers, half the engines shut down, No. 3 and No. 5 engines reverse thrust.

One kilometer, the scarlet star descending from the sky had already carried the storm, breaking through the clouds, shrouding everyone's heads, advancing and turning fiercely amidst thunder and lightning.

The signature tactical maneuver of the Glory Iron Cavalry — Meteor Maneuver!

The flame light burst, stinging everyone's eyes.

And then, it was the vibration and roar that made the Long River water boil.

The Longshan armor descending from the sky fell straight down, relying on this terrifying maneuverability that exceeded everyone's expectations and the gravitational potential energy accumulated all the way, in the blink of an eye, breaking through Pacquiao's reaction speed, trampling.

Amidst the loud noise of the ship wailing, the deck fell apart, the cabin burst.

The meteorite descending from the sky drew its sword, instantly piercing the outer defense, the inner force field, and even all defenses that were like thin paper, descending from the sky.

Landing in the secret ritual, in front of an old face full of confusion.

Smashed an unlucky ghost who was a stepping stone on the spot, blood splattering.

"Wha..."

Under the cover of pirate ships one after another, the Rebirth-rank Heart Pivot Chosen One in the secret ritual was still exerting his strength to blow his broken flute, not having time to react at all.

The moment he looked up, he saw the ferocious smile on the scorching red armor.

Dumbfounded.

Subconsciously opening his mouth, wanting to shout.

"Oh, busy?"

Lu Feng greeted politely, raised his hand, and thrust Panying into that open mouth, slashing downward, cutting from head to tail like a hot knife through wax, splitting it in two.

Clean and neat.

The Poison Heart Ring flashed, swallowing the mental impact.

And then the grenade held in the other hand was thrown out, instantly exploding into a handful of spreading mercury. The mercury vapor instantly swallowed the mental impact that had instinctively erupted, and in turn, collapsed inward.

Solid alchemy blockade.

Along with the soul that had not yet dissipated and the corpse that had not yet had time to spray blood, it was completely sealed and locked.

Fresh-keeping work completed.

And immediately after, the moment everyone else had reacted to what had happened, he had already scooped up the mercury-sealed corpse and soared into the sky again!

By the time Pacquiao reacted to what had happened, he had already run two miles away! ===== CHAPTER 361 =====