"What I'm even more curious about is that this person didn't put away his spirit plates in his storage bag, but held them in his hands." Among the dozen people, a young man sitting beside the red-robed man revealed a cold smile as he spoke. However, his smile seemed to be filled with a chilling aura.
"Haha, since all of you don't think highly of him, then I'll just have to choose." The blue-robed scholar smiled and lifted his right hand to point at the crystal. Immediately, Su Ming's picture floated out and floated in front of the scholar.
At the instant the scholar singled out Su Ming's picture, the ground around him suddenly roared and trembled. From the distance, a dozen something figures appeared and charged towards Su Ming.
The appearance of these figures was incredibly sudden. Once they appeared, a powerful killing intent immediately filled the area, but Su Ming's expression did not change. When the dozen something figures closed in on him, he lifted his right hand, lowered his head, and pushed his palm against the ground.
With it, booming sounds immediately reverberated in the air. A windstorm swiftly spread out and swept through the area, covering up the picture. After the span of a few breaths, when the dust from the windstorm disappeared, a bloodless corpse was left on the ground. In the distance, a blood moon that was twice as large as before enveloped Su Ming's departing figure.
In the blood moon, there were no longer three spirit plates in Su Ming's hands, but six. They were knocking against each other and letting out clear, tinkling sounds.
Since the blue-robed scholar had singled out Su Ming's picture, this scene immediately caught the attention of the dozen something sect elders in the area. Their eyes immediately lit up.
Only the red-robed man and the woman who was the most beautiful among the people in the area continued meditating with their eyes closed. They did not even spare a glance at Su Ming.
The woman's face was so beautiful that it was as if she should not exist in the world. It was enough to make all lives' hearts pound when they saw her. She was dressed in a purple dress, and when she sat cross-legged, she looked as noble as a peony. There were also a few crystal chips at the center of her brows that looked as if they were reflecting the faces of all lives.
"What's his name?"
"This person … is Wang Tao. Only his name has six spirit plates."
"This is no longer the power of those in Heaven Cultivation Realm. This is … the power of those in World Plane Realm."
"That's right. It doesn't matter whether it's the Blood of Seven Moons or the Earth-Shattering Fiend, the might of these two divine abilities can allow him to defeat all cultivators in Heaven Cultivation Realm."
As the dozen something sect elders spoke to each other, the picture where Su Ming was immediately changed once again. Before him was a mountain, and there was a tall and slender figure standing on it. That person no longer looked like a teenager, but a young man.
His gaze was fixed on Su Ming.
"That's Chou Wu. He has already obtained seven spirit tablets. He's one of the most outstanding people in this trial. I wonder what will happen between him and Wang Tao." When the dozen something sect elders looked over, Su Ming stood in midair and stared at the young man at the top of the mountain before him with a cold gaze.
"You should recognize me. Hand over your spirit tablet and fuck off. I'll spare your life. I'll give you three breaths of time!" There was arrogance in the young man's voice. When he spoke, Su Ming's expression remained the same. His cold gaze did not shift. Three breaths passed in the blink of an eye, and the young man let out a cold chuckle. He moved swiftly and turned into a long arc that instantly charged towards the blood moon that enveloped Su Ming.
"You're looking for —" Before the young man could finish speaking, Su Ming had already taken a step forward. He lifted his right hand that held the string of plates and seized the young man's neck, instantly silencing the words he had yet to finish speaking. At the same time, Su Ming's level of cultivation seemed to have reached a breakthrough. He shattered from Heaven Cultivation Realm, and the presence of World Plane Realm appeared!
The moment that presence appeared, the young man in Su Ming's right hand immediately shuddered. His eyes bulged out, and terror and shock appeared in them. Blood started flowing out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and all his pores were filled with a large amount of blood. The blood in his body flowed out in reverse, and drops of blood turned into blood threads that charged towards the blood moon around Su Ming. In just the span of a few breaths, all the blood in the young man's body had dried up, and all of it was absorbed by Su Ming's blood moon.
Su Ming let go of his right hand, and the young man's withered body fell swiftly. Su Ming seized the air with his right hand, and the young man's storage bag immediately flew out. He patted it and brought out the seven spirit plates inside. When he held them in his hand, there were now thirteen spirit plates in total.
This scene was witnessed by the ten or so elders in the plaza, causing their expressions to change.
"He … reached a breakthrough in his level of cultivation? The Art of Blood of Seven Moons has actually reached such a level in his hands! "
"What sort of potential does this person have? He actually reached a breakthrough just like that?"
"Thirteen spirit plates, and he's already ranked twelfth!"
"He increased it again! He now has fourteen spirit plates!"
"Sixteen!" Almost all the sect elders in the field cast their gazes on Su Ming. They immediately saw that once he reached a breakthrough in his level of cultivation, his speed had increased swiftly. From the distance, he looked like a blood moon hanging in the sky, shining with a strange and enchanting light. As he charged through the trial grounds, he ran into some people and sucked away all their blood. Once the blood moon became even bigger, he obtained a few more spirit plates.
Su Ming had long since known that he had caught the attention of the sect elders in the field, and he knew that he had to be seen by them. Only then could he proceed with the next step of his plan.
As for the problem of exposing himself, Su Ming was confident that his inborn ability to Possess others would not be able to see through him so easily. The only thing that had left him slightly dazed was the stone monument he had seen in the wasteland. It had turned into a heavy weight, and at that moment, Su Ming buried it at the bottom of his heart.
He walked forward at a moderate pace in the sky. He spread out his divine sense, which was equivalent to that of a cultivator in World Plane Realm. With the dozen something spirit plates in his hands as bait, he ran into quite a number of people who came to snatch them because of their level of cultivation.
'The power of this Blood of Seven Moons Art is pretty extraordinary.' As Su Ming moved forward, he looked at the blood moon around him, which was now nearly sixty feet big. He sensed that the power contained within it was becoming increasingly stronger, and he flew even faster.
It was as if he had truly turned into a blood moon that hung high in the sky. It was incredibly eye-catching, and the dozen something spirit plates in Su Ming's hands were enough to attract quite a number of people's attention.
Six hours later, the number of spirit plates in Su Ming's hands had reached thirty-one. Some of them were stained with blood, and the tinkling sounds they let out when they touched each other seemed to carry a murderous air, causing some people to feel as if cold water had been poured over their bodies when they saw Su Ming's figure. With a shudder, they immediately turned around and fled.
Su Ming did not chase after those who fled. In truth, he had not taken the initiative to attack any of the thirty something spirit plates he had obtained. Instead, when other people's greed and killing intent closed in on them, Su Ming crushed them with a flip of his hand and took the spirit plates in passing.
But gradually, the number of people he encountered became fewer and fewer. Clearly, as time passed, the disciples who entered the trial by fire had either died, or had immediately chosen to hide after obtaining a spirit tablet. They would not come out until the very last moment.
At that moment, the people who were still moving about in the sky were either people who believed that their level of cultivation was high and wanted to obtain more spirit plates so that they could aspire to become Cauldrons. After all, there were not a hundred spirit plates that would appear in every trial.
There were also cultivators who had come to an agreement with each other and would appear in groups. They would use numbers to obtain victory, and they would never gather spirit plates for just a few people.
There were at least three to five cultivators like this, and at most, there would be dozens to nearly a hundred of them. Once they ran into each other, most of them would avoid each other, and until the very end, neither side would be heavily injured.
It could be said that there was practically no one who would walk alone like Su Ming. The sounds coming from the thirty something spirit plates in Su Ming's hands as they crashed into each other and the sheer number of spirit plates made it so that even if Su Ming had the astonishing blood moon around him, once he ran into the crowd of disciples, they would still find it difficult to control themselves and try to snatch his spirit plates.
For example, at that moment, dozens of disciples appeared before Su Ming. All of them were staring at him, and when their gazes fell on the spirit plates in his right hand, greed appeared on their faces.
Su Ming cast a glance at the dozens of people. He moved, but he did not attack. Instead, he turned into a long arc and left into the distance. From the distance, the blood moon had turned into a bloody scar. Su Ming was in front, and the dozens of disciples were behind him.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, another group of dozens of people saw Su Ming, and without any hesitation, they joined the fight for the spirit plates.
When another hour passed, under Su Ming's deliberate control, there were nearly three hundred disciples behind him. In fact, he could even see long arcs closing in on him from further away. They formed a vague encirclement around him.
"It's about time." Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt. When he turned around, a ferocious smile appeared at the corners of his lips. These people might have low levels of cultivation, but Su Ming did not have the heart to kill the weak. Since they chose to provoke him, then their fates were sealed.
As Su Ming turned around, he lifted his right hand and seized the blood moon around him, then yanked it downwards. Immediately, the blood moon shattered with a bang and turned into an endless amount of blood droplets that spread through the area with loud bangs.
At the same time, under the gazes of the dozen something sect elders in the field, Su Ming's level of cultivation … rose once again when he was forced into a corner and forced to the point where he could not escape!
From the initial stage of World Plane Realm, he reached the middle stage of World Plane Realm, and he launched a slaughter that caused even their expressions to change. This slaughter lasted for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn before the area around Su Ming fell silent. He swung his arms, and a gigantic blood moon that was three hundred something feet tall appeared around him. It enveloped him, causing the sect disciples who had originally intended to close in on him to turn around and flee without any hesitation.
"This is the second watch, and there is still the third watch. "Also, from midnight onwards, it will be the terrifying Double 11. This is a terrifying day, the most terrifying day in history. To all men, this is a nightmare!
"This morning, my wife glared at me fiercely and told me to leave behind my online banking USB. She wants me to stay up all night, and tomorrow morning, she wants me to send my child to school.
"This reminds me of the Cursed Double 11 last year. I hate Double 11. I hate it so much. Deep into the night, I've been waking up with a start lately, and when I open my eyes, I'll see my wife laughing evilly as she stares at the items on the computer screen … Every single time this happens, I'll clutch my blanket and curse Double 11 … But I have a way out of this. I have to thank my brothers in the group. Tonight, once I update the third picture, I'll open my online banking account and enter the wrong password three times in a row! "I think that everyone has a responsibility to fight against Double 11. As long as we do it, the evil Double 11 will turn into ashes!
"Finally, I'll upload the great and filthy Xu Liguo's picture in my account. I intend to use him to guard the mansion and fight against the evil Double 11." Fellow Daoists, are there any of you who will use Xu Liguo to guard the mansion with me? Let us use the dignified and holy Xu Liguo to fight against the evil 24 hours!
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