That clone looked like an incredibly strong man from the distance. He was about ten feet tall and had no hair on his head. His entire body was black, and there were waves of murderous aura spreading out from him.
That murderous aura came from the black beetles. At the same time, there was an incredibly thick life force within that murderous aura, along with an equally thick aura of death hidden within.
The fusion of life and death could be said to be perfect, and it was enough to shock all those who saw it.
This was not a normal puppet. In fact, it could be said that there were many differences between this clone and the Soul Catchers' puppets. In fact, due to Su Ming's Nascent Soul, this clone looked no different from a normal person!
As Su Ming's clone moved forward, black fog tumbled about under his feet, and faint buzzing sounds reverberated in the air. If anyone lifted their heads to look from the ground, they would definitely be shocked by this scene.
Black Crane Tribe was not too far away from the mountain range. With Su Ming's clone's speed, he closed in very soon. From the sky, smoke could be seen rising from the chimneys of Black Crane Tribe's mountain. It was noon at that moment, and it was clear that most of the people in the tribe were lighting up fires and making food.
Some children were still playing. The warriors of Black Crane Tribe around them were not vigilant, but had instead become lazy.
The stone statue that looked like a crane at the top of the mountain cast a shadow on the ground under the sun. As time passed by, that shadow would slowly move.
The entire tribe was at peace, but once Su Ming arrived, that peace turned into cries of surprise. The children quickly ran back to their houses, and the warriors who were lazing around looked at the sky in shock, their expressions changing drastically.
Su Ming's clone appeared in the sky above Black Crane Tribe with black fog that surged into the sky. His black face and murderous aura caused Su Ming's appearance to cause an uproar in Black Crane Tribe.
Su Ming looked coldly at the nervous Shaman Warriors in the small tribe beneath him. With one move, he flew down and landed on the top of the mountain, right on the gigantic crane crown.
When he landed, Su Ming spoke in a low voice.
"Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe, come out!"
Almost at the same time Su Ming's clone said those words, several old men immediately rushed out of their houses in the tribe underneath. There was a thin old man among them. He held a bone staff in his hand, and his face was livid with rage. He stared at Su Ming, but his heart was filled with shock and apprehension.
He had never seen Ji Yun Hai before. At that moment, when he saw Su Ming's appearance, especially the life force and aura of death that filled his entire body, along with that murderous aura, made the old man feel as if he could smell blood.
"Sir, who are you? I am the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe!" The old man took a step forward and struck the ground with the bone staff in his hand while speaking in a low voice.
Su Ming's clone laughed coldly. He did not speak, but lifted his right hand and pointed downwards. Immediately, a dried up corpse appeared behind him and charged towards the old man. With a bang, it landed on the ground. It was naturally the tribe leader of Black Crane Tribe.
At the instant the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe saw the corpse, his pupils shrank. The other clansmen around him also looked at the corpse, and their expressions changed.
"Sir, what is the meaning of this? Who is this person? I've never seen him before." The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice. He could tell with just one glance that the corpse belonged to the tribe leader of Black Crane Tribe, but he could not admit to it. He could not tell whether the black man before him was sent by Madam Ji or the master of the mountain range.
Yet no matter who it was, he could not afford to provoke them, that was why he could only grit his teeth and refuse to admit to it.
"It doesn't matter whether you admit to it or not." A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's clone's eyes and he lifted his right hand slowly. This Shaman Tribe had caused him to go through so many dangers during the past half a year. If it was not because he did not want to cause any trouble in the beginning and did not kill this tribe, only teaching them a small lesson, then perhaps this would not have happened.
Hong Luo's appearance and the series of events that happened afterward might be incredibly meaningful to Su Ming, but he had also made a lot of enemies in the Shaman Tribe. He could not say whether it was worth it or not, but if he did not pay the price for the source of all this, there was no way Su Ming would let it go.
Almost at the instant Su Ming lifted his right hand, the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe let out a piercing howl and rushed out. Behind him, the other powerful Berserkers from Black Crane Tribe also flew up in an instant and charged towards Su Ming.
Compared to White Bull Tribe's forbearance, Black Crane Tribe chose to attack!
A cold sneer appeared on Su Ming's lips. He might not have completely gotten used to this body, but with the black beetles on his body, the combat abilities he could bring forth would be much stronger.
The instant the people from Black Crane Tribe rushed towards him, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. Immediately, a deafening buzzing sound rose from his body, and as if his body was disintegrating, the black beetles scattered and flew out. At the same time they turned into black fog, they hissed and charged towards the charging people from Black Crane Tribe with a murderous look.
At the same time, Su Ming's clone's true appearance was revealed. His thin body and gray eyes caused all those who saw him to be filled with fear.
Shrill screams of pain instantly traveled into the air, and the oncoming people were covered by a large amount of black beetles. Blood spilled all over their bodies, and they no longer continued charging forward, choosing instead to retreat rapidly.
Su Ming's clone stood on the crane's crown and watched all of this coldly. He lifted his right hand and formed a seal, then pointed forward. Immediately, the power of the world around him surged towards him with a bang and gathered into a gigantic sword before him. That sword was lifted up and charged downwards.
The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe let out a low growl and pushed his hands outwards. Once his hands crashed into the incoming sword through the air, he shuddered and his face immediately turned purplish red. He froze the sword in midair.
Su Ming's clone's expression did not change. He only said one word coldly.
"Explode!"
The moment he said those words, the sword exploded and stirred up a whirlwind that swept through the area. The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe coughed out a mouthful of blood and was sent tumbling backwards.
Yet the instant he was sent tumbling backwards, Su Ming's clone took a step forward and disappeared in the blink of an eye. When the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe saw this, he immediately felt that something bad was about to happen. When he turned around swiftly, his pupils shrank. He saw a finger swiftly pointing at the center of his brows.
In the face of a life and death crisis, the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His body immediately shriveled up rapidly, as if he had aged several dozens of years in an instant. His face was filled with wrinkles, and his Qi was weak. At the same time Su Ming's clone's finger pierced through the center of his brows, his body slowly dissipated. Clearly, this was an afterimage.
The old man's body reappeared several hundreds of feet away. His face was ashen, and there was fear on his face. Shrill screams of pain rang nonstop around him. All the warriors in the tribe were surrounded by the black beetles that refused to die. These insects were strange insects that Ji Yun Hai had personally refined and cultivated in the past. It could be said that these insects were the reason why he was infamous in the Shaman Tribe.
There was no way that a member of this small tribe could kill these insects so easily. After all, even Su Ming had only managed to make these insects fall asleep when he isolated Ji Yun Hai's body.
"Sacred Progenitor Black Crane, I will use my flesh and blood as an offering to awaken you!" When the tribe leader of Black Crane Tribe saw the warriors in his tribe dying one by one, his eyes turned bloodshot, and with a ferocious expression, he tore open his chest. He did not care about his blood flowing out and his life force gradually fading away as he grabbed his own heart right before Su Ming. That heart was still beating, and the old man lifted it high into the air.
A focused look appeared on Su Ming's face. Immediately, a large amount of similar voices reached his ears, and they came from the tribe members who were fighting against the black beetles. With crazed expressions on their faces, they imitated the old man's actions and tore open their own chests, took out their hearts, and lifted them high into the air.
"Sacred Progenitor Black Crane, accept our offering. Please awaken … and give this person your sacred punishment!" The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe coughed up blood. The instant he finished speaking, cracks immediately appeared on the gigantic crane statue at the top of Black Crane Tribe's mountain. As cracking sounds reverberated in the air, it turned into an endless amount of shards that shot outwards in all directions. At the same time, a black shadow flew out from the shattered stone statue, and in midair, it turned into a huge black crane that was one hundred feet tall!
That crane let out a screech and its body turned into a ray of black light that charged towards the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe. It bit down on the heart, and once it swallowed it, the black light shone once again. In the span of a few breaths, it had swallowed all of the sacrifices' hearts, and only then did it look towards Su Ming with a cold gaze.
"You're just a puppet in the Berserker Soul Realm. You're not worthy of me attacking you. Get lost, or else I won't mind keeping you here as my plaything!" As that cold voice tumbled out of the black crane's mouth, an incredibly powerful presence spread out from its body. That presence was so strong that it caused the weather to change slightly, and even the clouds to look as if they had darkened.
Su Ming's pupils shrank. As he stared at the black crane, uncertainty rose in his heart.
"Sacred Progenitor, you can't let him leave!" Strangely enough, the old man who had lost his heart was still alive. He was lying by the side and struggling to speak.
"Hmm? Alright, I'll give you ten breaths. If you still don't leave, then perhaps I'll change my mind and keep you here. After all, it's been tens of thousands of years since I last killed. " The presence within the black crane's body became stronger once again. It looked at Su Ming, and with a posture that made it seem as if it was looking down on him, it spoke languidly.
Su Ming's eyes sparkled and he spread his divine sense outwards swiftly. As it covered the entire area, it even swept past the crane's body before eventually focusing on the small piece of stone left on the shattered stone statue.
"Divine sense!" The black crane's expression changed. When it saw Su Ming staring at the remaining half of the stone statue, panic immediately appeared in its eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye and turned into a ghastly look.
"If you're not leaving, then stay here!" When the crane spoke, its presence became stronger once again. The world rumbled faintly, and as the wind and clouds tumbled about, its body grew larger once again until it was several thousands of feet tall. Its voice was like a tidal wave that spread in all directions.
However, Su Ming turned a deaf ear to it and did not even spare it a glance. He walked towards the remaining half of the stone statue, lifted his right hand, and pressed down on it.
"You … What are you doing?! Stop! Let's talk, brother … "
'Heh heh, this is a surprise. Third update, follow-up update.
'There's something else. On the morning of the 25th of this month, Er Gen will be signing books for the physical copies of the Renegade Immortal at Xidan Book Tower in Beijing.
On the afternoon of the 26th, he will be signing books at Shanghai Book City in Shanghai.
At that time, I hope to see all of you at these two places. Thank you. '
'Also, there's one more thing. I want to thank all my fellow Daoists from the Renegade Immortal for supporting me for the past three years. If I had enough money, I would have given each of you a physical copy of the Renegade Immortal … It's a pity that I can't afford it, so I can only give each of the Alliance Masters a copy.
Be careful of your creativity. If you don't like it, please contact the moderator and give me the address. It'll take a little longer. After all, I haven't seen the physical copy yet.
But all the Xinhua Bookstores in the country are selling it. My fellow Daoists, you can go and take a look.
As for Qu Mo, the physical copy will also be on sale soon. At that time, I will still give each of the Alliance Masters a copy. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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