Transform into ancestral tablets and create a supreme immortal clan.

Shen Jiuyang and Shen Shichu are both in seclusion, and Shen Mingzhou is temporarily in charge of the clan.

At this moment, Shen Mingzhou, his face ashen, stood at the central point of the array at the entrance to the ancestral land and shouted sternly, "Bei Haishi! How dare you collude with demonic cultivators to attack my Shen family's ancestral land! Aren't you afraid of the laws of the Immortal Alliance, and the pursuit of the Four Great Immortal Sects?"

Openly colluding with demonic cultivators, has Bei Haishi gone mad?

"Immortal Alliance Laws? The Four Great Immortal Sects?" The black-robed demonic cultivator cackled, his voice hoarse and grating.

"Today, in this territory of Beipan Mountain, the entire Shen clan was wiped out. Who knows that it was I who carried out the deed?"

Shen Mingzhou's eyes flashed with cold light, his anger rising: "Clan members, heed my command! Prepare for battle!"

He knew that there was no possibility of a good resolution today, and further words would be of no use.

The opponent came prepared and their strength was overwhelming.

Now, the only option is to fight to the death, rely on the ancestral formation, buy time, and hope that the ancestor has the power to turn the tide!

"Activate all protective formations! All disciples above the mid-stage of Qi Refining, defend according to your positions! Anyone who retreats without authorization will be punished according to clan rules!" Shen Mingzhou decisively ordered.

"Oh? You do have some guts." The black-robed demonic cultivator looked at Shen Shichu with interest.

"It's a pity that a mere Qi Refining stage ant is no match for a mantis trying to stop a chariot. I heard that old bastard Shen Jiuyang hasn't died yet, so why hasn't he come out yet?"

Could it be that the old man can no longer walk?

Bei Haishi said somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Tu."

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

They were quite wary of the "Bloody Hand Butcher" they had invited, as this demonic cultivator was highly skilled and ruthless.

They would never have made a move unless they coveted the "secret treasure" that the Shen family might possess and the abundant resources promised by the Bei family.

Mr. Tu sneered, his figure transforming into a bloody shadow as he charged straight at the Shen family's protective mountain formation. He unleashed the full power of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood.

Bei Haishi and Bei Haichuan, along with their dozens of independent cultivators, used their respective methods to jointly bombard the protective array of the Shen family's ancestral land.

The light shield vibrated violently, creating ripples.

The relentless attacks have brought the mountain-protecting formation to its defensive limit.

Even though Shen Xiao exchanged for mid-grade spirit stones in time to fill the array base, it was still on the verge of collapse.

Finally, a violent surge of primordial energy swept in all directions, and the protective mountain formation finally exceeded its capacity, thus breaking completely.

"Heh! Heh! Heh..." Mr. Tu's cold and piercing laughter echoed throughout the entire Shen family estate.

"A mere third-rate family is nothing but an ant; exterminating it is an easy matter!"

"My Yinluo Banner needs more ghost soldiers to truly demonstrate its power."

The expressions of all the cultivators from the Shen family changed drastically at this moment.

If our ancestors hadn't intervened, we might truly have had no way to survive.

As for the Foundation Establishment Ancestor Shen Jiuyang, even if his injuries have recovered, he is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. How could he possibly withstand this late stage Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator?

Inside the Shen family ancestral hall, the spirit tablet of Shen Xiao shone with a flowing light, and wisps of purple aura rose up.

"The Bei family... are courting death!" His spiritual sense had already covered the battlefield, allowing him to see the situation clearly.

This demonic cultivator has probably been living a carefree life in Mingzhou for too long, and has become somewhat arrogant.

"It seems that we can't keep these offerings." Shen Xiao had already made up his mind.

After exchanging offering points for several mid-grade spirit stones to fill the mountain-protecting array, I now have 537 points left, more than enough to kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation came from the back mountain of the Shen family.

Shen Xiao's spiritual sense stirred slightly, and he collected all the spiritual energy back into the spirit tablet.

It seems there's no need for him to intervene anymore!

The demonic cultivator, Mr. Tu, along with a group of cultivators from the Bei family, were swooping down, ready to slaughter the Shen family cultivators.

A beam of light shot out from the distant mountains and hovered over the Shen family's ancestral land.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth surged, and a bronze bell with an ancient shape and engraved with images of underworld officials stretched across the void.

The bronze bell was several meters tall, and invisible spiritual energy rippled outwards in all directions.

"Thump..."

With the sound of a bell, the souls of all the cultivators in the arena froze in its wake.

The demonic cultivator, Mr. Tu, had the highest cultivation level. His soul was only immobilized for a moment before he broke free from the bell's restraint.

Then his expression changed drastically, and he used a black triangular flag to protect himself.

"The Shen family's talisman, the Soul-Suppressing Bell!" Mr. Tu's expression changed slightly, clearly showing great apprehension.

Although he was unharmed, the other cultivators from the Bei family were not so lucky.

As soon as the bell rang, a dark blue sword light followed closely behind.

First, Bei Yixiu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Bei family, was struck on the head by the sword light and died instantly.

Then, more than ten Qi Refining stage cultivators were also decapitated by the sword light.

The power of the bell had dissipated, and the cultivators resumed their activities.

He was already drenched in cold sweat, as if he had walked through an icy hell, and his whole body was cold.

In just one encounter, they lost a Foundation Establishment cultivator and more than a dozen late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

How can we prevent them from being frightened?

Bei Haishi was shocked: "The Soul-Suppressing Bell, the Frost-Condensing Sword... Could it be that that old bastard Shen Jiuyang has recovered from his injuries?"

At this moment, Mr. Tu also questioned coldly, "Bei Haishi, didn't you say that Shen Jiuyang's foundation was damaged and that she was already exhausted? What happened?"

"While wielding the Soul-Suppressing Bell, a top-grade talisman, the Frost Condensing Sword still possesses such power. Tell me, is this a sign of exhaustion?"

"Perhaps this old fellow has even recovered the cultivation level he lost."

More than a hundred years ago, Shen Jiuyang was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If it weren't for the severe damage he suffered during the battle for the Yaoshan Spirit Mine, which caused a sharp drop in his cultivation, injury to his soul, and great damage to his foundation...

Otherwise, even the old devil Tu wouldn't dare to come knocking on my door at this time.

Bei Haishi was equally bewildered at this moment.

"Last time, when the Blood Corpse of Shangshan was used to test the Shen family, Shen Jiuyang did not make a move."

He was truly calm and collected, which is why he lost his plan.

However, Shen Jiuyang is now over 290 years old, and it is a fact that her lifespan is coming to an end and her vital energy and true essence are declining.

However, with their strength waning, they probably can't unleash such a powerful attack anymore.

Mr. Tu's eyes darkened slightly, but he finally felt relieved.

In the cultivation world, once a Foundation Establishment cultivator's lifespan exceeds 290 years, their vital energy and true essence will rapidly decline.

In this situation, with each strike, the vital energy and true essence will be depleted exponentially.

Given Shen Jiuyang's current lifespan, the more she makes a move, the faster she will die.

"Old woman, you've finally decided to come out?" Old Ghost Tu sneered, leisurely looking towards the back mountain of the Shen family.

Upon hearing this, the Bei family members also regained some of their previous confidence.

Clearly, they had come to their senses, and Shen Jiuyang probably couldn't use his previous attack anymore.

No matter how powerful she was more than a hundred years ago, she is now a dying person with declining health.

A significant drop in strength was inevitable.

However, the next moment, everyone's expressions were filled with astonishment.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep fear.

A clear, childlike voice came from the back of the mountain: "Old devil Tu, you cowardly rat who's been a coward your whole life, now you dare to talk back to this old woman? Who gave you the guts?"