Chapter 317

The Second Elder naturally knew that the "Great Elder" on the hillside was fake.

The Great Elder couldn't even leave that underground bedroom now, so how could he possibly have suddenly run to the hillside outside the ancestral home to look at the scenery.

Not to mention, he had just heard the Great Elder's voice in his ear a moment ago.

That "Great Elder" must be Yi'er in disguise.

But at this time, explanation and exposure no longer had any temporal significance; those three groups of people had already rushed toward that place, and the order he had received was that he must ensure Yi'er survived.

Zhao Yi had no formation defense in front of him, and he himself was literally "all show and no substance," because internally he was truly incomplete; if one were to tidy him up and sell him to a hot pot restaurant, one would be scolded for short-changing the weight.

However, he was not flustered; he knew someone would come to save him.

The Second Elder had come.

When he started, he reproduced the terrifying speed from when he had charged the residence gate earlier.

Although those three groups of people were in front, facing such a powerful existence, no one dared to ignore him.

Next, a strange scene appeared.

Of the three groups, each group split off one person to intercept, while another continued to advance toward the hillside.

And the person left behind by each family was defending alone, not joining together to intercept.

This was the drawback of a loose alliance; apart from favorable situations, the internal friction coefficient at other times was often frighteningly large.

Especially at this special moment of "wanting both," absurd operations were bound to happen.

"Hum!"

The big woman grabbed the little man's legs on her shoulders, spun in place, and threw the little man toward the hillside.

Afterward, she pulled out an iron pestle, turned around, her aura settled, her legs seemed to be rooted in the soil, and accompanied by the rippling qi force stirred up by the iron pestle, the surrounding soil was tamped down.

She followed the path of body refining; within this large frame, there was hidden vigorous power.

When the Second Elder arrived, the big woman swung the iron pestle and smashed it over.

The Second Elder's figure leaped, first stepping on the iron pestle to discharge the force.

The force of both sides collided at this moment; the big woman only felt a tightness in her chest, and the next breath could not be continued at all.

The Second Elder took advantage of the momentum to step on the iron pestle with his second foot, borrowing the force.

"Bang."

The Second Elder's own figure accelerated further, leaping even higher.

The big woman's iron pestle rebounded, and after leaving the big woman's control, it smashed fiercely into her chest.

"Crack!"

Her chest caved in, the big woman's figure leaned backward, and she forcibly pulled herself back by relying on her legs inserted into the ground, only then not completely falling to the ground.

But at this time, the Second Elder had already left her.

The big woman's eyes revealed horror; she knew very well that if the other party wasn't in a hurry to leave, but was truly fighting her, then she would definitely have lost her life just now.

It wasn't that the Second Elder didn't want to kill her, but that he didn't have the time.

Zhao Yi was still standing on the hillside, posing, his white beard facing the wind.

Some people use death as a threat to attract attention, not really wanting to die, while others, once they strike that pose, have a quality of seeking death that is incomparably delicate; Zhao Yi belonged to the latter.

Nothing else... just because the hand is skilled.

Luo An's fists collided, the skin and flesh at his wrists split open; he had long since replaced his bones with iron chains, and at this moment, beneath his palms, two iron chains circled and gathered at his arms, blasting out with both fists toward the Second Elder who had leaped down in front of him.

The Second Elder pointed the lantern in his hand forward.

In an instant, a series of clanging sounds were emitted, accompanied by sparks flying everywhere.

Luo An's arms were splattered with blood and flesh, and a sword qi even pierced through his chest, forcing him to kneel on one knee to seal his heart pulse.

The Second Elder passed by sideways.

Nun Huiyin put her hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and the temporarily raised formation was about to fall.

She had already been very fast.

Li Zhuiyuan had seen earlier that the nun followed the path of an orthodox formation master, just like an honor student in school with good aptitude, diligent study, and correct methods.

In her exclusive crowd domain, she had already achieved the extreme; some geniuses couldn't compare to her either, because geniuses would also have flaws in other aspects.

The Second Elder raised a lantern, directly used sword qi to break the formation gap, and then used his body to forcefully charge.

"Boom!"

Nun Huiyin's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose overflowed with blood simultaneously, and her figure trembled.

The Second Elder passed through the formation and emerged.

However, the Second Elder, who had crossed three interceptions in three moves, had not paid no price; his clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, and the little old man who had been quite exquisite was now somewhat sloppy.

Nun Huiyin quickly reminded Monk Huiwu, who was climbing the slope behind:

"His qi and blood are abnormal; they have always been full!"

The nun stood on the third interception line; according to her deduction, after passing through the interception of two people, the Second Elder would have to change his breath no matter what, but the other party not only didn't, but instead, both the sword he struck and the subsequent body charge were full of qi and blood.

A normal person simply couldn't achieve this point unless he deliberately preserved his strength.

But he had absolutely no need to do so now; if he could, he would definitely want to kill one with one move, and the two in front would definitely have become corpses by now.

He was strong, but not strong to the extent of exceeding their understanding and acceptance; what was most eerie about him was that state that seemed to be able to remain full at all times.

Three interceptions had passed, but the sprint was still continuing.

In the Bu Chen team, only Luo An was left to intercept earlier, and two people were sprinting.

At this moment, the one falling at the very back of the sprint was Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming didn't even have time to turn around before the Second Elder arrived behind him.

One foot stepped on Zheng Ming's hunchback.

If both sides had formally set up their stances and fought a well-organized battle, and the nun, Luo An, and the big woman had effectively joined forces earlier, then the Second Elder would definitely not have been able to pass three in one go so easily.

By the same token, the Second Elder would also have been puzzled in advance as to why Zheng Ming, whose speed wasn't very fast and whose aura wasn't very strong, could be classified as part of the sprint side.

But this was an encounter battle; everyone didn't have time to think, so naturally, they would make mistakes.

Just like, for example, this foot of the Second Elder.

Zheng Ming was fiercely stepped and flattened to the ground, his internal organs turned upside down, and most of the tumors in his body shattered in an instant, but the foot the Second Elder used to borrow force had already rotted by the time he left, and countless particles like small mushrooms had actually attached themselves to it.

When Li Zhuiyuan was blocking the road earlier, after killing the formation master Qiu Chuyin, he didn't continue to take action against the remaining three, precisely because these three were disgusting one after another.

If it were the final moment and one had to duel with them to decide life and death, then no matter what, one would have to hold one's nose and fight on, but if it were just midway... one really wouldn't be willing to fight to the death with this group of people.

When the Second Elder landed for the second time, he noticed the discomfort in his foot, and for a moment, his eyes also revealed surprise.

He, who disliked and could least afford to be injured, had happened to be hit in this way.

The key was that he simply didn't have time to stop and deal with it now; he hardened his heart, swung the lantern down, and the sword qi was like fire, scorching his foot.

The mushrooms fell off, and that foot was also scorched and shriveled.

Next was Monk Huiwu.

The monk was third in the sprint team.

Sensing the attack from behind, the monk turned around, his dharma appearance solemn, his Vajra eyes angry, his left hand holding Buddhist beads, throwing out brilliance, and his right hand blasting out a palm print.

The Second Elder swept the lantern horizontally.

The Buddhist beads shattered and scattered all over the ground, the palm print was cut open, the force was dissolved, but there was still residual force that landed on the Second Elder.

The Second Elder emitted a muffled groan and increased his speed again.

Monk Huiwu lowered his head and looked at his chest; a horizontally cut blood line was deep enough to see the bone.

The little man had a borrowing force at the start, so he was the first to rush; he shouted directly to Bu Chen behind him:

"Help me stop him!"

Bu Chen stopped first; he intended to intercept the person.

Therefore, when the Second Elder rushed here, he faced an axe that had been fully charged.

And over at the little man's side, he had almost reached the "Great Elder."

The Second Elder had no choice but to extend two fingers with his left hand to clamp the axe blade, while his right hand swung the lantern forward, and the sword qi was stimulated.

Bu Chen exerted force fiercely, and the two skulls on the axe emitted shrill screams.

The Second Elder only felt a roar in his consciousness.

Bu Chen's heart relaxed; effective!

This battle method he was most proud of had been completely ineffective when facing Runsheng earlier, which had made him a bit unconfident.

The Second Elder exerted force with his fingertips, forcibly turned, and then pressed down.

Bu Chen's axe blade was aimed at himself, hacking toward his own face.

On the other side, the little man, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, knew that a lantern was stabbing toward him.

His body shook; the original him was still running there, but a dwarf in the shape of a smaller adult crawled out from inside the clothes rack.

He was actually even smaller than expected, and his hair was very lush.

The lantern strangled and pulverized his clothes rack, but the little man had already held a cone-spike and leaped into the air toward the "Great Elder."

Zhao Yi looked at him very calmly, neither dodging nor avoiding.

A low shout came from the Second Elder's throat, and the sound of deterrence smashed onto Bu Chen, attempting to shout him back.

Afterward, his fingertips loosened, no longer entangled with Bu Chen, and he walked to the front, stood still, moved his fingers, and pinched the seal.

The lantern that had just shredded the little man's clothes was pulled again and continued to fly toward the little man.

It was just a little bit; the cold light released from the little man's cone-spike was almost about to stab into the "Great Elder's" skin, and one could even see the Great Elder's white beard breaking off one by one.

But his waist was entangled by the lantern.

A huge force struck, pulling him backward ruthlessly.

The little man was almost driven mad with anger; it was just a little bit!

Although the "Great Elder's" reaction was very strange, regardless of whether it was true or false, and regardless of whether there was a trap, he really was just that little bit away from cutting off that head just now.

The Second Elder's tense spirit finally relaxed at this moment.

However, Bu Chen, who had been expected to be suppressed by his mental pressure for a moment, emitted a roar from within his body the moment he was suppressed, forcibly breaking this suppression.

Bu Chen woke up.

He was, after all, a figure who had been fighting and competing on the river until now; the first moment he was clear-headed, he stroked the axe blade with his palm, saw blood, and sharpened the edge, then turned around, his figure burst forth, and he hacked toward the Second Elder's back.

"Puff!"

A large opening was hacked into the Second Elder's back.

The little old man roared with anger, turned around, and punched backward.

"Bang!"

Bu Chen flew backward as a whole.

And the little man entangled by the lantern twisted his body, detaching himself before the lantern ignited blue flames, but his body was still swept by the heat; when he landed, his upper and lower body were divided into two colors, and the hair on his lower body had all been melted.

Zhao Yi stood above, looking at the overall situation very clearly.

The three groups of people were clearly teams, yet they had performed the absurd operation of "single-person river walking"; the Second Elder had walked through everyone, yet didn't have time to deal a fatal blow, which was an even more absurd operation, and the axe he ate on his back at the end was the proper conclusion.

The Second Elder looked at Zhao Yi, wanting to go up and grab him.

A touch of blue light flowed from Zhao Yi's heart position; this was condensed from the mist on the mountain.

The power was not great, but it depended on where it was placed.

Zhao Yi really had no ability to fight at this moment and could only stand here like a scarecrow.

But wanting to commit suicide was still no problem.

Having had the previous lesson in the underground room, Zhao Yi had placed the suicide threat on the table early this time.

If you advance again, I will commit suicide for you to see.

It was just clearly threatening you.

The Second Elder, seeing this, was so angry his eyes turned red.

At this time, he truly had the feeling of looking at an unpromising younger generation of his own family, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of favor and recognition for this junior in his heart.

This child was indeed the first genius of the Zhao family since the ancestors, and both his talent and temperament were top-notch.

The Second Elder couldn't lie into that place; although he had also received compensation from other aspects, he was indeed missing that part of the obsession.

To a certain extent, he was actually counted as one sacrificed collectively by all the elders.

But Zhao Yi had no intention of reforming and winning over the other party; that was an impossible thing.

If he could really be persuaded to be drawn into his own camp, then what had the Second Elder been waiting for all these years while busy in the ancestral home?

In all likelihood, in the Second Elder's eyes, preserving the family's foundation was the true good for the Zhao family.

The Second Elder: "Yi'er, you are surnamed Zhao!"

Zhao Yi smiled.

If he weren't surnamed Zhao, he should be standing among those three groups of people right now.

Zhao Yi moved his gaze forward, looking behind the Second Elder, as a reminder.

The Second Elder actually knew; he turned around, and there, the three groups of people had gathered again.

They hadn't had time to integrate earlier, but now, after witnessing the Second Elder's strength, their tacit understanding naturally improved.

Nun Huiyin stood in the middle, with Zheng Ming lying beside her.

Zheng Ming still couldn't straighten his waist even now; however, his lying posture was very strange, because his hands and feet were suspended in the air.

The Second Elder had stepped and shattered many tumors in his body earlier, and those juices and nutrients were absorbed by other tumors, leading to several particularly large ones appearing on his chest, propping him up.

Monk Huiwu, Bu Chen, and the big woman stood on the first line; on the left and right sides were the little man and Luo An respectively.

Basic team battle configuration.

This meant that next, although everyone couldn't cooperate sincerely, they could at least reasonably stimulate their combined strength.

But on the opposite side, there was no need to deliberately rush to save people, so there was residual strength to release the next killing moves.

The Second Elder picked up the lantern and, in the manner of stretching, wrapped the lantern behind his back; his back received a high-temperature scorching, and the axe wound was "stitched" in this way.

This action naturally could not be avoided by Zhao Yi, who was standing behind.

Zhao Yi finally understood what the Second Elder's trait was.

He had vigorous power that was almost inexhaustible, which was what all powerful old men in the stage of qi and blood decline dreamed of.

That old lady of the Liu family had to use the Liu family's secret technique to regress to youth the last time she took action, which was avoiding this problem in a tricky way.

But this kind of groundless "specialty" must have been marked with a price in secret; the price the Second Elder paid was... his state could always be maintained at the peak, but this body had completely lost the slightest activity.

That is to say, any injury he suffered could not be restored and could only be dealt with crudely and hastily.

Just like what the Great Elder said when persuading him earlier, when a person gets old, many small injury marks will be taken into the coffin.

Zhao Yi opened his mouth to remind:

"Kill the formation master first; this is their first time joining forces, so there will be many flaws. Break their core in one breath, ignoring the cost, otherwise, if you fight a protracted war, you will have no chance."

A duel and a team battle are not the same concept, and the longer the team battle drags on, the higher the tacit understanding of the other party will be.

It might even be accompanied by casualties, and the trust and support strength between the other parties will be stronger.

Because the underlying configuration of this group of guys is very high; if you really press them to the moment they are about to die, they can risk their lives to create paving, letting outsiders help them complete their revenge.

The Second Elder is very strong, but his weaknesses are also very obvious; most importantly, he lacks experience in this area.

"You..."

The Second Elder felt strange in his heart; this kid was actually acting as a military advisor for him.

Although he knew that Zhao Yi was doing this to make him fight the other party better, seeking both sides to suffer or even... both sides to perish.

But in his heart, he still felt quite comfortable.

If the situation weren't like this, it would be fine; if it were another situation, with foreign enemies invading, and he himself carrying this most promising child of the family, simply protecting him, defending against enemies and killing enemies, how satisfying that would be.

At this time, the Second Elder was indeed shaken in his heart, but it was limited to that light shake, and then he immediately became firm again.

The Second Elder shouted:

"He is not my Zhao family's Great Elder; he is fake!"

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes upward.

Internally: A family of idiots.

Being able to shout this kind of thing at this time is truly naive.

Haven't those guys guessed that he might be fake?

Regardless of whether it's true or false, since he put on the "skin" of the Great Elder, they must try to kill him.

Moreover, even if he is fake, isn't it the same to join forces to get rid of you, this Zhao family elder, in the name of this "Great Elder"?

Sure enough, responding to the Second Elder was the attack launched by the other party as a whole.

The Second Elder also whistled out, with a decisiveness that surpassed the previous one, breaking through the interception of the first line in one fell swoop, the lantern pointing directly at Nun Huiyin.

The little old man is stupid, but he is also truly obedient.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why he was chosen to preside over the ancestral home affairs and could not enter that place.

Just as Zhao Yi expected, the first formal union of the three groups of people still had flaws, and the layer-upon-layer desperate interception did not achieve the extreme.

The Second Elder broke through to the center, a lantern pierced through Nun Huiyin's chest, flames burned out, covering Nun Huiyin's whole body.

He pulled out the lantern and then swept it, wanting to give Zheng Ming a share, burning and drying this inexplicably disgusting thing, but the tumor on Zheng Ming's stomach exploded a step ahead, creating a small pus rain before the flames covered it.

Even though the Second Elder had some obstruction, he still couldn't avoid being splashed in many places on his body.

Some places became moldy, some places turned black, and some places the skin was still intact, but underneath it began to be eaten away.

And Zhao Yi's suggestion also successfully opened the Pandora's box of slaughter.

Not only did Monk Huiwu induce golden liquid from within his body to cover his body, inducing the golden body Arhat appearance, but the others also took out the things at the bottom of the box.

The first human life appeared, and it was the life of a formation master, and coupled with a strong enemy in front, it finally stimulated everyone's bloodiness and ruthlessness completely.

Next, the Second Elder would not face the suppression of the team formation, but would have to face a group of mad dogs.

In this way, the casualties would be the greatest, which was also what Zhao Yi most wanted to see.

But he did not immerse himself in this intense sensory stimulation scene, but slowly scanned the surroundings.

That guy who was truly walking the river alone had not appeared yet.

That one, who could fight the Second Elder alone and successfully escape, his strength could be called powerful.

Zhao Yi believed that the other party definitely hadn't escaped far; such a big movement here must have attracted his attention.

Still not taking action?

Oh, right, there's really no need to take action at this moment.

You continue to hide, continue to play the role of that mantis.

Zhao Yi's gaze finally fell back to the direction of the ancestral home.

Before entering that basement, he actually didn't understand the secrets deep in his own ancestral home.

But sometimes, layout doesn't need to be so detailed; if you really understand everything and have no blind spots, anyone with a normal brain can act as a conductor.

Isn't the most interesting part of this thing doing one's best and listening to fate?

Do my part, listen to Li Zhuiyuan... your fate!

Suddenly, Zhao Yi scratched his own itch.

He wanted to laugh, but he had to maintain his "Great Elder" image.

He didn't laugh out loud, but the various broken muscles under the "outer skin" that were prone to excitement began to jump irregularly collectively, causing his whole person to be brought into a twitching state, almost failing to stand firm and falling down the hillside.

No way, this feeling of tossing and turning in a muddled way, and finally letting another person collect the game and wait for the scratch card, is really too cool.

"Li, I finally understand now... why the Heavenly Dao likes to use you as a knife."

"I don't understand..."

Lin Shu You raised his double maces and looked at the Third Elder and Fourth Elder who appeared in front.

The same ethereal figure, the same powerful momentum, the same sense of oppression.

But look again at the Fifth Elder who was standing in front of their side and had become a puppet being manipulated.

Lin Shu You really couldn't figure out how the other party dared to continue sending people of the same style out?

The fact was, the one who didn't understand the most was the Great Elder who was still in the underground room at this time.

He had just paid a huge price to first detect Zhao Yi's specific location and then finish passing the message to the second brother outside the ancestral home.

As a result, he turned his head and found that the fifth brother had lost contact?

If he had experienced a big battle and the fifth brother had fallen due to some accident, that would be it, but in just such a short while, the fifth brother seemed to have defected to the opposite side.

It wasn't that the Great Elder hadn't thought about puppet art; his first reaction was this, but the fifth brother had already woken up; who could refine him into a puppet?

In other words, who could be the person who led this result, and how powerful must that person be?

In this situation, the awakening of the third brother and fourth brother was inevitable.

One was that the Great Elder couldn't leave this room now, and the other was that outsiders had entered the house, so it was impossible to leave them alone, and this group of outsiders was full of evil.

In the past, whether it was the Great Elder in the ancestral home or the Second Elder outside, they could mobilize the spirit-guarding guards to come out and help.

If there were a group of helpers with considerable numbers and strength that could be on the table, many situations could be dealt with calmly, and it wouldn't be necessary to fall into the battle alone every time.

But the problem was that all the spirit-guarding guards guarding the ancestral home land were awakened by Zhao Yi at the first time and sent away in one wave.

Zhao Yi also set a final deadline for them, for fear that they wouldn't be sent cleanly enough.

This also caused the entire ancestral home to fall into the awkward situation of relying entirely on the elders to work.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to pinch the black-book secret technique.

What was different about these two elders from the previous one was that after they woke up, they paid a certain price and forced out all the silver needles inserted into their bodies.

But the silver needle itself was a kind of "decoration"; what was truly useful was the result of using the silver needle method to strike qi force into the body's complete cycle layout.

Zhao Yi's understanding of the black-book secret technique was extremely high; although he couldn't truly learn it, he was always rubbing against the core point.

The young man's gaze condensed, and the Fourth Elder stopped his figure.

The Third Elder, seeing this, increased his speed further and pounced over fiercely.

Li Zhuiyuan took a deep breath, and the Fifth Elder, who had been controlled from the beginning, moved and took the initiative to meet him.

"Boom!"

After the two sides fought, the Fifth Elder flew backward, but the Third Elder's figure was also stopped.

Then,

The Third Elder was stopped like this all the time.

His eyes turned white, and he was controlled by the young man.

Controlling three Zhao family elders at the same time made the young man's nasal cavity warm, and blood flowed out.

Tan Wenbin immediately helped little brother Yuan stop the bleeding, and Lin Shu You opened a can of Jianlibao with a "puff."

But Li Zhuiyuan's nosebleed could never be stopped.

These three could be called half of the top combat power of the Jiujiang Zhao on the surface; the young man controlled three at the same time, and even if he did nothing, this continuous consumption was huge.

Runsheng: "Chop them up."

This was indeed a good way.

"I can still hold on for a while." Li Zhuiyuan rejected Runsheng's proposal, "They were all awakened from a sleeping state, which means that in this house, there is still one who can give orders."

Zhao Yi sacrificed his own "ancestors," and Li Zhuiyuan also caught them; if they were chopped up casually, it would be too disappointing to Zhao Dashao's good intentions.

Still not out, and able to give orders, that must be the one with the highest status in this ancestral home, and his location should be...

Li Zhuiyuan took a step forward and found that his sense of space was a bit distorted; after the first step fell, it seemed that he didn't stand firm, and there was some blur in his vision.

"Brother Runsheng, carry me."

"Okay."

Runsheng bent down and carried the young man on his back.

"Brother You, go to the patriarch's courtyard."

After speaking, the young man closed his eyes.

The effect of the one-to-one restoration of the ancestral home in the Zhao family mountains and the outer residence was presented at this moment.

The area that should have been explored as a mysterious place seemed to be completely highlighted at this moment.

Runsheng walked with the young man on his back, Tan Wenbin was behind, and Lin Shu You was in front.

Around them were three Zhao family elders walking together.

Li Zhuiyuan, in order to reduce his energy consumption as much as possible, simplified their movements, expressions, and postures, simply letting the three of them jump and follow with stiff bodies.

In the underground room.

The Great Elder sat dejectedly on the grandmaster's chair.

The status of Jiujiang Zhao in the jianghu was really not low; as the actual highest power holder of the Zhao family, the Great Elder was also well-informed.

But the secret method created by Wei Zhengdao himself back then still brought him a strong shock.

Beyond what people think, unimaginable, can be called the "secret" in "secret technique."

"Now, they are heading toward my location."

The Great Elder was talking to himself.

"I don't understand what's going on with the third brother and the others; now I can only speculate that it was Zhao Yi's previous layout that gave the people who came in now a head start."

"I am already at the end of my rope; I cannot leave this room."

"The second brother is outside now, very busy, and he can't come in either."

As the Great Elder spoke, his gaze swept toward the surrounding amber boundary.

Those coffins were still floating there quietly.

Lying here were Zhao Yi's predecessors, and also the Great Elder's elders.

But at this time, not a single one came to respond to his pouring out.

Just like the Great Elder shouting for the third brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother to wake up and solve that group of people earlier, but none of them responded; everyone was indifferent at this time.

After all, they were already inside, not people outside who were eager to get in.

They believed that no matter how fiercely the outside was making trouble, this area could be preserved.

They could even not need Zhao Yi to live.

Zhao Yi died, even if the part of the luck on him died together, it would only make this place unable to be restored to its previous scale, and it wouldn't affect their moving in at this time.

The Great Elder gently stroked the armrest of the grandmaster's chair.

The restrictions and formations in the ancestral home were countless times more than those in the outer residence; at this time, he was mobilizing these to strangle the young man's group.

However, a scene that shocked him appeared.

The young man and others continued to maintain a constant speed, and the third brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother also continued to jump beside them like zombies.

Whenever a restriction was triggered or a formation was about to be activated, the young man lying on Runsheng's back just waved his hand, and these situations that should have been "dangerous" were all eliminated in advance.

Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly; his nosebleed had already soaked Runsheng's back at this time.

Runsheng wanted to speed up, but was pulled by the young man's clothes, signaling to continue at a constant speed.

Any faster, and the young man wouldn't be able to ensure the restrictions were smoothed out.

The Great Elder on the grandmaster's chair opened his mouth.

At this moment, he couldn't help but have the same doubts as the second brother earlier:

Whose house is this?

He himself manipulated the formations in the house, and he had to rely on the formation eye in the shape of the grandmaster's chair under him, but the other party could still "walk on flat ground."

A hoarse laugh came from the Great Elder's throat:

"Hehe, the other party is extremely proficient in formations and is now heading here too. Do you think that when he comes here and discovers the situation here, he will do nothing?

He has the ability to do something."

A group of coffins in the amber all made unusual movements.

Obviously, they began to worry.

The Great Elder: "When the second brother finishes dealing with things there and turns back, it will be too late. Everyone, don't be so naive anymore; if the Zhao family completely collapses, who will protect you who are sleeping here?

You are all elites of my Zhao family through the ages, well-informed, and should know what kind of situation a declining force's ancestral land will encounter.

Today is still a happy day for the outer residence, and there must be guests filling the door.

But after today, the guests in front of us will soon change their faces and come to the door, devouring my Zhao family up and down cleanly.

As for this ancestral home, even if it is a group of mobs, as long as they are given enough time, they can slowly grind the courtyard wall down.

After this place falls, it will become an area that countless batches of seekers of opportunity will long to explore in the future.

So, pay some price.

I don't ask you to come out and sacrifice yourself completely, just a little price, help me save some vitality, help me, so that I can personally handle all the things outside.

In this way, you can lie here with peace of mind."

The Great Elder felt very tired in his heart; he had to break down such simple truths and knead them to say.

But this is also the core problem the Zhao family is facing now.

When a family that uses ancestors as a spiritual bond has its elites through the ages deviate from or even insult their ancestors, where can the so-called family inheritance sense and mission sense exist?

This makes no one willing to sacrifice for it, and there is no reason to sacrifice for it.

A seemingly huge whole, if it is wrapped in a group of selfish people, can barely pretend to be powerful at ordinary times, but when something really happens, perhaps a strong and powerful finger poking over can make it shatter in a very absurd way.

In fact, the situation outside could have been easily solved; if the sleeping elders were willing to pay this price, and all three woke up directly at the beginning, the disturbances inside and outside could have been swept away long ago;

Or if two of the sleeping "foundations" stood out, quickly suppressed, and then waited for their own dissipation, they could also have cleared up this catastrophe of the Zhao family in the short term.

But until the fire burned their eyebrows, they couldn't be called at all; when they were truly panicked, it became a delivery.

The Great Elder also began to reflect on himself at this time; he didn't repent, but began to be afraid.

Fortunately, he finally successfully passed this fearful emotion into the coffins in the amber.

Hands reached out from the amber walls.

The moment they reached out, the originally white and tender hands quickly turned black and began to rot, but before each hand melted, a thin stream would be released, gathering into the Great Elder's body and merging.

The Great Elder said just now, asking them to help him, but they were still stingy, only willing to give one hand.

But having it is better than not having it.

Hands, thin streams, made the Great Elder's body, which had already turned into skin-wrapped bones, gradually recover some fullness.

The Great Elder was able to stand up again, facing upward.

"Give me some more, it's still not enough for me to go out; just one hand, someone has already given it, and there are still people who haven't given it; do you allow those who haven't given to take advantage of you?"

The Great Elder felt that he was not talking to his predecessors, but facing a group of children.

Even, you have to deliberately do some provocation.

But the effect of the provocation is really there.

Internally, they should indeed have had disputes, forcing those who were reluctant to give even one hand to be forced to offer it.

And this batch of hands reaching out was more than the previous batch.

More and more thin streams merged in; the Great Elder felt that he was like a beggar, but at least he really begged for things.

He not only recovered to the appearance he had when he saw Zhao Yi earlier, but the age spots on his face also faded a lot, and his body clearly showed some accumulated vitality.

It can't be called "spirited," but it is highly probable that it won't make people worry that seeing him this morning might mean he will die of old age tonight.

"Give me some more; I either don't go out, or if I go out, I must be safe. I have to solve the group of people in the house, I have to change the formation back, then I have to go out to help the second brother, and finally I have to rebuild the Zhao family system of the outer residence... I still have many things to do!"

Some strange hands reached out again, not many in number.

Everyone's hands have palm prints, some wear ornaments, and there are details in the style of clothes when everyone is buried.

This means that this third batch of hands reaching out is not the second hand of the people who reached out earlier, but people who have always been unwilling to make the slightest sacrifice, facing increasing pressure, finally gave this "due share."

The Great Elder felt a bit desolate in his heart.

He had been suffering here for a long time, and he could actually communicate with the "predecessors" lying inside.

The world inside is not as boring as it looks outside; amber stops those coffins, but in fact, the environment inside is more suitable for soul-walking.

Although they lie inside, not only is there no pain in their bodies, but their spirits are also completely free; they can create dreams, invite others into their dreams, and communicate with each other.

The Great Elder used to envy this atmosphere and often walked into it to be elegant with his predecessors.

Now,

Heh,

This elegance.

Strength is still a bit reluctant, but the Great Elder knows that it is difficult to ask for more at the current stage; it depends on the effectiveness.

Let me solve the group of people in the house first, and then ask them for more.

The Great Elder supported his arms, felt the long-lost strength of his ten fingers, slowly spread them out, and looked up.

He was coming out.

At the same time, Li Zhuiyuan was also walking here.

Entering the patriarch's courtyard, walking into the hall, he saw a row of lanterns placed there.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother You, take a lantern."

"Understood."

Lin Shu You lifted a lantern.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Swing it, and it will light up."

Lin Shu You swung it hard, the lantern pole broke, and the lantern part rolled far away like a ball.

Tan Wenbin, who was walking behind, quickly ran to the front, picked up the lantern, swung it, the lantern lit up, and after handing the lantern to Lin Shu You, Binbin immediately stood back to the back.

Lin Shu You carefully carried the lantern and continued to open the road.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Binbin, mark it here; if conditions permit when leaving, you can take away the remaining lanterns."

Tan Wenbin: "Understood."

Li Zhuiyuan added another sentence: "These look like lanterns, but are essentially swords; after taking them back, they can be dismantled into good materials."

In the team, there is no one who uses a sword.

The reason why Lin Shu You swung the lantern and broke it just now was also because he had always followed the fierce path and couldn't embroider flowers.

The seemingly ordinary bedroom seemed to never be able to reach the bedside.

Lin Shu You: "Little brother Yuan, the light of this lantern is getting darker and darker."

Li Zhuiyuan: "When it goes out completely, it means we have arrived."

The lantern finally went out completely.

Lin Shu You reached out to touch the surroundings, couldn't touch anything, jumped in place a few times to reach up, but still couldn't reach.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother You, on the ground."

"Understood!"

Lin Shu You immediately squatted down, groped on the ground with both hands, finally grabbed a pull ring, and opened it.

The moment it opened, a terrifying aura rushed upward.

The Great Elder below raised his head, his gaze cold, looking at the people above.

Runsheng subconsciously straightened up, intending to put the little Yuan on his back down to fight.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't adjust his center of gravity as usual, so Runsheng bent back down.