The human bones on the altar are the ancestors of their tribe.
He was the monk who cursed the Liang family back then.
Of course, they prefer to call themselves conjurers.
It is said that this ability was acquired by the ancestors in a dangerous place, and since then the Murong clan has completely risen.
If the Liang family hadn't taken action back then, the Murong clan would have dominated the entire Eastern Wasteland long ago!
Unfortunately, there is no if.
Back then, our ancestors encountered those robbers from the Liang family when they just had a first glimpse of the door!
If the Murong family hadn't transferred their branch in advance, the Murong family would have been extinct long ago.
In this way, they took the inheritance of their ancestors and hid in the mountains.
Fortunately, God favored the Murong clan.
More than 10,000 years ago, a genius appeared in the family.
Although he failed to develop the power of the curse, he found a way to resurrect his ancestor!
For more than ten thousand years, generations of elite disciples of the Murong family have been warming the bones of their ancestors with their essence and blood, and then they have died one generation after another.
In order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, they all intermarry within the clan.
Cousins, siblings.
Even parents and children.
For revenge, they can no longer care about so much!
Although the purity of the bloodline is guaranteed, the lifespan of the disciples is greatly reduced, even worse than that of ordinary mortals.
By their generation, they will almost be exterminated!
But their efforts finally paid off.
Now only the last talisman is left!
In a month at most, the ancestor will be completely resurrected!
At that time, they can regain what belongs to them under the leadership of their ancestors, and the Murong family will regain its former glory!
The sacrifice of Murong Tie and others is a pity, but it is worth it!
The descendants of the Murong family will always remember them.
Just like the previous disciples who died trying to resurrect their ancestors.
suddenly.
The clan leader looked at the cave entrance again as if he was feeling something.
The next moment.
A strange combination appeared in his sight.
At the front of the team was a young monk, followed by four men of similar age.
The cultivation level of these five people is not high, they only seem to be in the Qi Refining stage.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that the four people are carrying a large, shiny coffin on their shoulders!
On top of the coffin lay a little fox and a little thing that couldn't tell whether it was a dog or a wolf.
Behind the team, there were three spiritual beasts following.
A tall and elegant white horse.
A pure white crane.
There is also a colorful peacock.
…
The patriarch and the few villagers who came to report the news were a little confused.
What are these things?
Why didn't they trigger the alarm at the entrance of the cave when they first came in?
Wait a moment……
Something is wrong!
That thing the little fox is chewing on...
Why does it look so much like the formation eye cornerstone of the entrance formation???
Damn it!
What is likeness!
That's the one who rides the horse!
The clan leader and several villagers immediately took a few steps forward and entered a defensive posture.
These things appear so weird!
You must stop them!
We must not let them affect the ancestor's resurrection ceremony!
Even if you have to pay the price of your life for it, you won’t hesitate!
At Erha's signal, the five-person group stopped three feet away.
"Friendly troops are bleeding!" Erha stretched out his dog leg and pointed at the people around the altar: "Hurry up and work!"
"Yes, Brother Ha!" the five-person group responded and gently placed the coffin on the ground.
Then he showed an extremely kind smile and walked towards the altar step by step.
The hallucination of the cave was a bit dark, and the five people's bodies were shrouded in a layer of shadow, making them look a bit dark.
But the strange thing is that their little white teeth seem to completely violate the laws of optics.
It looks extremely dazzling!
"Stop!" the patriarch shouted: "If you go forward, don't blame me for being rude!"
Because of their promiscuity, their cultivation talents are limited and their realm is not very good either.
However, it is more than enough to deal with a rookie who is five years into Qi refining.
The reason why I didn't take action immediately was because I was afraid that the noise would affect the disciples who were performing the ritual.
"They are injured." The leader of the five-person group pointed to the people around the altar: "They need treatment."
His words seemed to activate some mysterious power.
The patriarch and several villagers were horrified to find that they suddenly couldn't move!
Whether it's true energy or cursed power, it's all like being sealed!
I can't move my body, and I can't even speak!
They panicked.
Although he didn't see the other party using any means, he was still frozen...
As it turns out, they interrupted the ceremony, and the Murong family's more than 10,000 years of sacrifice have been wasted!
"Don't be nervous, we are professionals." The leader of the five-person group gently patted the patriarch on the shoulder: "They will no longer be in pain soon."
After finishing speaking, the five-person group walked towards the altar.
After arriving near the altar, the disciples who were performing the ceremony were immediately attacked.
Can't move at all!
I can't open my mouth at all!
Don't know why.
The other party's smile looked very friendly and kind, but it just made them feel cold...
When they came closer, the five people's eyes began to wander over these people.
He seems to be wondering where to start treatment.
Erha and Little Fox picked it out from the coffin.
The peacock next to him stretched his neck and got ready to play music.
Sudden!
An old and majestic voice sounded.
"How dare you, Fang Xiaoxiao, run wild on my Murong family's territory!"
A ball of dark green light shot out from the bones and hit the five people hard.
“Bang bang bang bang bang—!”
The bodies of the five-person group were like kites with broken strings, and they landed hard in front of Erha and the others.
They closed their eyes and lay motionless on the ground.
A faint dark green aura enveloped the skin.
My breathing is getting weaker and weaker...
"Mad! Dare you touch my people?!"
Erha immediately became angry and wanted to go up and fight for his life!
"Brother Ha." Peacock, the royal death appraiser, stopped him: "The breath of life in the five of them is very weak, and they will die at any time. The top priority is to save people!"
"Withdraw!" Erha gritted his teeth and issued the order bitterly.
Then, one by one, they threw the five people onto the backs of the three spirit beasts and flew out on the coffin.
With the departure of Erha's army, the Murong people in the cave finally regained control over their bodies.
"Ancestor...?" The patriarch ran to the altar in disbelief and asked tremblingly: "You...have your spiritual consciousness recovered?"
"That's right." The old and coercive voice came from the bones again: "But it will take some time to fully resurrect."
"I just forced my hand to delay my ancestor's resurrection, so I'll send another group of disciples." After giving the instructions, the Bones became silent.
The clan leader did not dare to neglect.
After instructing these disciples to continue the ceremony, he asked the villagers who delivered the letter to find some more disciples.