The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Three days later, Xu Jiande killed at least a thousand Japanese soldiers again. Now everyone knew that a super strong man had come to their side, and their confidence in defending Jiangcheng was growing stronger.

That night, the wind blew, mixing the smell of blood and sweat from Xu Jiande's body. Suddenly, a strong wind rose from the north, whipping up sand and dust from the ground.

Xu Jiande looked up.

It was still dark, but the wind was extremely strong, and clouds were rushing by in the distance.

He felt a sudden jolt in his dantian, as if someone were pulling him from the inside out.

Immediately afterwards, that familiar heat surged from the soles of his feet, running up his spine to the back of his head. He staggered, almost kneeling down, looking at the battlefield, feeling only that the blood on the ground was still wet and slippery.

"They're here," Xu Jiande thought.

He forced himself to stand up straight, pressing the demonic energy down and drawing it up.

The dark red well in his dantian suddenly began to stir, the water surging and the heat rising like a boiling pot.

Xu Jiande's eyes grew increasingly hot, as if someone were stuffing burning coals into his eye sockets. His bones were cracking, his whole body was rattling, as if something was trying to break through his skin and crawl out from inside.

The wind grew even stronger. Sand and stones flew and clattered against the cannon barrels.

Xu Jiande opened his mouth, wanting to shout, but no sound came out.

He felt his blood flowing backward and his flesh burning. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing his consciousness. Suddenly, the demonic energy in his body stopped, and then with a "boom," it shot straight out from his Baihui acupoint.

He saw a light.

Red, dark red, shooting straight up from above his head like a pillar that punched a hole in the sky.

The wind swirled around the pillar of light, howling as it rose.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but there was no lightning, only a very deep, muffled rumble, as if the entire sky was about to crash down.

In the south of the city, countless people on the Kuomintang's position were awakened from their sleep and looked up to see the northern sky ablaze with red, as if it were on fire.

Some people thought the Japanese had used some new weapon, and some grabbed their guns and looked out of the trench.

More soldiers knelt on the spot, mouths agape, unable to speak.

An old soldier who was building fortifications behind the city wall looked at the light and murmured, "God has opened his eyes."

No one knew what it was. But the red light lingered in the wilderness for more than ten breaths before slowly fading away, as if it had been pulled from the sky.

Xu Jiande fell to the ground.

He felt completely drained, utterly devoid of energy.

Yet his body was warm. He could feel the new life force in his dantian seeping out from between his bones, repairing him inch by inch.

His dark red well has changed. The water is deeper, the color darker, like molten iron. He licked his lips, his mouth full of the taste of blood.

"Fifth level of demonic power," he heard himself say in a very soft voice.

The wind gradually subsided, then lightning began to flash in the sky, followed by thunder, which was very loud and not an ordinary thunderclap.

The lightning in the sky was becoming more and more frequent, and bigger and bigger.

At first, it was darting around in the clouds, but then it started crashing down on the ground one after another, all aimed at Xu Jiande.

Seeing that things were not going well, Xu Jiande quickly got up from the ground and ran away.

The first strike blasted a charred crater in the ground where he had just been lying.

The second blast caught up with him and struck him squarely in the back. Xu Jiande was blasted away and crashed heavily into the mud. His clothes on his back were completely charred, his flesh torn open, and you could vaguely see the bone.

The third blow followed immediately, striking his right arm. His entire arm went numb instantly, as if it had been ripped off his shoulder.

He lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Just then, the Blood Ancestor hidden in his mind woke up.

First came a very faint hum, as if it were rising from the bottom of a very deep well.

Then the voice suddenly rose, becoming extremely strange: "Huh? This is... tribulation lightning? You've only just established your foundation, how come you've already attracted tribulation lightning?"

Xu Jiande heard this and wanted to reply, but his mouth was full of blood, and he could only squeeze out a few very soft hoarse sounds from his throat.

The Blood Ancestor was both shocked and furious. He cursed "madman" and then burst out of Xu Jiande's sea of ​​consciousness with a bang.

He was clearly jolted awake by the thunder, and he also saw a large number of corpses.

These are all nutrients.

It is said that as soon as the Blood Ancestor appeared, the world changed.

The dark sky suddenly cracked open, as if something extremely hard and heavy had struck it from within.

It was as if God was starting to get angry.

The remnant soul of the Blood Nether Ancestor hung above Xu Jiande's head, a thin layer, like a semi-transparent shadow.

But this translucent shadow rushed upwards amidst the sky full of lightning. The lightning struck him, but instead of scattering him, it was absorbed into him like water.

One, two, ten, a hundred—all were swallowed up by his shadow.

The more he swallowed, the brighter and more solid it became. His entire shadow seemed to have been reforged by thunder and fire, turning from grayish-white to dark red, and then from dark red to crimson gold.

"That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating!" The Blood Nether Ancestor laughed heartily, his laughter echoing like thunder across the sky above Jiang City. "I've been trapped in this brat's sea of ​​consciousness for so long, and I never expected to wake up to such a heaven-sent tribulation to mend my soul! Good lad! Good lad!"

After he finished laughing, he suddenly leaped upwards, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light that crashed straight into the depths of the clouds.

The clouds exploded as if pierced by a red-hot iron rod.

The sky seemed to have shattered, with more and more lightning, becoming denser and denser, as if the entire firmament was collapsing downwards.

The thunder and lightning didn't fall to the ground; instead, they all hurtled towards the Japanese attack positions to the north.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers were setting up camp.

The army of more than 30,000 people covered the fields north of the riverbank, like a yellow swarm of locusts.

The vanguard troops were stationed close to the front line of the Kuomintang's position, while the reserves were still pushing south.

Just then, the sky suddenly changed its appearance.

Lightning rained down from the clouds, striking them all. Each strike created a large, charred crater, and sent groups of people flying through the air.

Then came thunder, the kind of extremely deep and loud thunder, rolling past close to the ground.

Wherever it passed, people lay fallen like felled crops. Some lay prostrate on the ground, while others remained in sleeping positions, but they were completely blackened.