The Aura Turns into Noise, Leading the Tribe to Conquer the World

Qingxu Sect has come to recruit people. One hundred children, a deadline of ten days, or the clan will be exterminated. For three hundred years, the Lu family grew poisonous weeds, worked as cattle and horses, and gave birth to children. The eldest brother was conscripted to "cultivate" and lived for five years without seeing anyone dead or dead; the Chen family sent one hundred and twenty children and came back with three crystallized corpses. This is not a gift, it is a life extension. Jindan elder Zhao Wuji is dying, and he wants to use the Lu family's blood as a medicine. Lu Changfeng knelt in the ancestral hall, with the ancestral tablets in front of him and the lives of three hundred people behind him. Escape? Can't escape. Drop? This is the fate of the Chen family. Opposite? What do mortals have to fight against? The youngest son, Lu Suihan, knelt in front of him, hanging around his neck was the ancient jade that had been passed down for seventeen generations and had never been shined. "Father, leave the Lu family to me. Ten days later, I will make Zao Wuji kneel down and beg for mercy." The ancient jade is bright. There is only one line on it: It requires willingness—it requires the faith, sacrifice, and loyalty of your entire clan. And, my father's life. That night, three hundred mortals raised their swords. That night, Elder Jindan's head rolled to the ground. That night, the Lu family burned down their three-hundred-year-old house and walked into the ruins of Buzhou Mountain where spiritual energy was boiling and mortals would die within three days. Lu Suihan held the Suihan Dagger dripping with blood, turned around and said to the tribesmen behind him: "From today on, the Lu family will not be anyone's slaves. Whoever wants to ride on our head - kill him."