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Chapter 239: Should I Help Myself To A Little …?

A Will Eternal – Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Should I Help Myself To A Little …?

Although Bai Xiaochun was a bit surprised, he quickly put on a grim expression on his face and made sure his murderous aura was on full screen. Then he soared into the air to appear in front of Patriarch Droughtflame along with the other eight.

No single Blood Stream Sect disciple was surprised that Nightcrypt would be part of the group. In fact, for Patriarch Droughtflame to call him out was exactly what many expected would happen.

No one even felt like commenting on this matter. Clearly, Plagedevil was one of the most famous people in the Bloodstream Sect, and everyone acknowledged that he was a powerful Chosen One!

Not only did the crowd of disciples at the top of the mountain feel the same way, Song Que and the others Chosen did not refute his qualifications at all, despite the brutal rays appearing in their eyes.

Bai Xiaochun had already been in the Bloodstream Sect for several years now. For humans, it might be considered long enough, but for cultivators, that amount of time would pass very quickly. Even so, it could not be considered a very short period of time. Bai Xiaochun had worked hard, and step by step, reached this day where he became the focus of all attention, and had gained the approval of the entire sect.

Bai Xiaochun could sense that fact, and even though he was ready for this day to come, even he could not help but gasp inwardly at the status he had achieved. It filled his heart with satisfaction and pride.

“Hmmmmphhh! Wherever Lord Bai went, he ended up shining as bright as the sun or the moon. Ai ... who made me this amazing …? " Even though he felt incredible on the inside, not a single hint of that feeling appeared on the outside. He looked as cold and dangerous as ever, with a powerful murderous aura that rivaled all the other eight Chosen Ones.

The eight patriarchs were all blurry and hard to see clearly, but when they saw Nightcrypt, it was clear that they nodded in agreement. Some ancestors even studied it closer than the Chosen ones.

The fact that a Mortal-Dao Foundation Establishment cultivator could rise up in a Nightcrypt way was so strange that some patriarchs became suspicious, and secretly investigated it. However, since the mask he was wearing was a truly precious treasure, over the years, not a single clue came out that might reveal his secret.

Moreover, his expertise in Dao medicine was so important to the Bloodstream Sect that no patriarch took their suspicions too seriously.

"Nine of you will sit in meditation in front of these blood altars" Patriarch Droughtflame said. He waved his hand, sending nine rays of blood-colored light flying out, which turned into nine blood-colored altars. "Change the qi into blood to help me open the portal and summon the grand lich!"

Bai Xiaochun and the others all sat in front of their respective blood altars.

In fact, there was no need for special help from these nine cultivators to summon a grand lich. However, after some discussion, the patriarchs decided that because of the upcoming war, they should see firsthand the power that the sect had.

Among the eight patriarchs, Patriarch Droughtflame was the most insistent on going to war, and as such, he was in charge of summoning the sect's reserve force, as well as looking at the nine cultivators tested in the process.

His gaze seemed to contain a powerful pressure that made Bai Xiaochun shaken inwardly. It was as if he could see the secrets of everyone he saw; even the other eight cultivators around Bai Xiaochun turned their gazes humbly.

Finally, Patriarch Droughtflame looked away from them, turning his gaze to the sky. He then raised his right hand and waved it into the air. In response, the blood-colored light rays shooting out from the five mountain peaks all rumbled and started to grow larger. Simultaneously, the blood-colored vortex grew larger, and in the middle of it, the blood-colored huge eyes became visible!

As the eyes opened, the sky dimmed, and a huge wind blew. A powerful pressure filled the world, and a blood mist spread out in all directions. All the Blood Sect flow disciples below were shaken, and kowtowed to the eyes.

"Look, and look at the power that made the Blood Stream Sect dominate the other three sects!" The voice of Patriarch Droughtflame seemed to contain a strange power that forced everyone who heard it to stare into the eyes of the blood in the sky.

Bai Xiaochun was deeply shaken. However, it was at that moment that the Eternal Life Technique moved, and gradually seemed to form a resonance with the blood eyes.

Song Que, Xuemei and the others were all mentally shaken, yet none of them dared to look down. They forced their heads to look at the blood eyes in the vortex above.

Many people screamed in surprise. Even Song Que and the other Chosen Ones, despite their high positions and deeper understanding of the sect secrets, could not help but gasp in astonishment.

Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened, and his mind felt filled with lightning strikes.

Inside those blood-colored eyes, right outside the disciple, were four shadowy figures, one of which was a huge purple-colored skeleton!

The skeleton was covered with crackling lightning, as well as a swirling death aura. Although it did not move at all, it emitted a powerful pressure that made anyone who saw it completely shaken.

Bai Xiaochun knew very little about Corpse Peak, and based on that, he quickly came to the conclusion that this was a grand lich! In Corpse Peak, there was nothing stronger than grand liches, which even surpassed flying ghosts!

"Flying ghouls are comparable to Core Formation cultivators, but grand liches like Nascent Soul patriarchs!"

The third shadow figure was nothing more than a pile of dry skin that was so old that it was impossible to determine its age. It emitted a terrifying aura that was even stronger than a grand lich or gargoyle. Just by looking at it was filled with astonishment. Many blood flow cultivators saw him gasping for breath.

Shaken, Bai Xiaochun stared at the figure of the fourth shadow, which was actually a sword!

It was a blood-colored sword, on which sat a deep red imp. The imp had no hair on its head, and although it was only as big as a person's hand, it emitted an intense murderous aura that surpassed the other three shadow figures!

"Grand lich Corpse Peak, Nameless Peak's million-faced gargoyle, Lesser Marsh Peak's totem canvas, Middle Peak's ancestral sword! This was the signature relic of the Blood Flow Sect, and they were actually defending what was in the blood eye pupils, the others from the powerful reserve army of the Blood Ancestor!

"Look at the complete Blood Sacrifice Dao Formation!" Patriarch Droughtflame waved his right hand, and the disciples in blood eyes began to develop to slowly reveal the figure of the fifth shadow!

Clearly, it was protected by four figures outside of the disciple. Seeing the fifth valuable resource of the sect caused Bai Xiaochun to start panting, and his eyes widened as he slowly came to take a look …

Scarecrow!

Its appearance is strange, with patches of human skin held in one hand, and a balance of steel in the other. A terrifying smile covered his face which made it seem as if he was sneering at the world …. When Bai Xiaochun looked into the eyes of the scarecrow, that smile seemed to fill his entire heart and mind.

However, within moments, the Heaven-Dao aura within Bai Xiaochun spread out, pushing the image of a scarecrow out from within him. As he sat there panting in recovery, he noticed that Patriarch Droughtflame seemed to be looking at him with approval.

The other eight Chosen around him were still confused. The next Xuemei recovered, followed by Song Que. One after another, they cast out images from inside their minds.

"This is the backup power of the Bloodstream Sect," said Patriarch Droughtflame, speaking to the sect as a whole. "Let go of your blood qi. As for you nine Chosen, begin the refinement process. Help me summon the grand lich!

“After summoning the grand lich, other spirits will finally wake up of their own volition. After they all woke up, the Blood Dao Sacrifice Formation could emerge from within the world of blood eyes! " Ammediately, the countless cultivators in the Blood Stream Sect who were under the Core Formation stage all started to rotate their cultivation bases.

Founder Foundation Planter, Inner Sect disciple, Outer Sect disciple. Tens of thousands of cultivators all asked the strength of their cultivation base to send blood qi flowing out. A blood mist formed, rising into the air towards the nine blood altars, to which it merged.

Bai Xiaochun was seated in front of the five blood altars, and tremors were widening as powerful blood qi began to merge onto the altar, and pass through it, onto him.

Even before he had time to think about what was going on, his Undying Immortal Life Technique began to operate, absorbing blood qi. He looked around, and saw that Xuemei, Song Que, and the others were all absorbing blood qi. Apparently, they were using their own bodies as ships; combined with the secret magic of the sect's blood stream, they turned the qi into blood.

Xuemei was the first to succeed. A drop of blood emerged from the top of his head and floated to rest on it. Que's song is next …. Bai Xiaochun quickly followed suit, using a special Undying Blood refinement technique to turn the blood qi within him into a drop of blood, which then floated out from the top of his head.

Immediately, blood had emerged from the nine Chosen. Time passed, and the drops of blood grew bigger. After enough time had passed to burn the incense, Xuemei's eyes opened. The blood above his head, which was already as big as a fist, flew towards Patriarch Droughtflame.

Patriarch Droughtflame's eyes flickered, and then he slightly nodded. The blood then turned into a streak of red light that shot towards the grand lich in the blood eyes. A moment later, he touched the lich bone, which caused it to tremble slightly, and a weak aura of life force started to pour out from it.

"Eight more drops of blood!" Patriarch Droughtflame said coldly.

As large amounts of blood qi continued to flow into the blood altar, Bai Xiaochun looked on with a grim expression. However, in his heart, he was shaken.

"Qi so much blood" he thought. "Should I help myself a little?"

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