Each and every one of the hundreds of beams of light shot forward like an arrow that had just been loosed from a bow. As they shot forward, they emanated powerful energy, as if they were a single entity that seemed capable of ripping apart the air itself.
These people were one of the core forces that the God of Shamans Temple had gathered over the years. They were stationed in the World of Nine Yin all year round and would not leave easily. They came from various tribes, but the only glory in their minds was not the bloodline they belonged to, but the God of Shamans Temple!
Every single one of them had experienced the trials of blood and death. They had experienced the harsh cold of life and death. Every single one of them no longer had their own names. All they had were the battle titles left behind by their predecessors.
Most of them had not reached the realm of Latter Shamans, but even the weakest among them was a Medial Shaman!
As they whistled through the air, the murderous aura emanating from their bodies surged into the sky, causing a gigantic vortex formed by murderous aura to appear in the world, and it seemed to be spinning slowly.
The God of Shamans Guards did not come out easily. Now that they had appeared, it was clear that Zhang Lai from the God of Shamans Temple was determined to get his hands on Su Ming's Crimson Stone!
Eastern Goosefoot Tribe's Tie Mu's expression changed. Once he swept his gaze past the murderous aura formed by the long arcs charging through the area, he looked at the Crimson Stone before Su Ming. His face turned dark and he took a few steps back, but he did not bring his tribe members back into the hall to show that he had given up.
He was waiting to see what the other tribes would choose.
It was one of the big tribes in the land of the Shamans, Heaven of the World Tribe. The middle-aged man who had offered a price to Su Ming for the Ghost Spirit Flower but had fallen silent once the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple spoke had his expression turn dark at that moment. In the World of Nine Yin, it was difficult for any big tribe to fight against the God of Shamans Temple.
This was because the number of people from the Sorcerer Goddess Shrine who stayed here all year round exceeded all the major tribes!
Wan Qiu looked at Su Ming from Autumn Sea Tribe with a slightly complicated look on her face, as if she was hesitating about something.
The Celestial Maiden in white bit her lip. She knew some of the secrets of the World of Nine Yin, and she also knew that once the people in the sect learned about it, they would definitely not give up on this Crimson Stone, which might truly contain the God Sealing Flower. She could not stop them … The only thing she could do was take a step forward.
"I can take the Crimson Stone, but I demand that the God of Shamans Temple does not harm anyone!"
As the Celestial Maiden in white spoke, the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple who was walking towards Su Ming came to a halt. He turned his head around and looked at the woman flatly. A faint glint appeared in his eyes, and he nodded.
He did not care about the woman, but what he cared about was her status and origins … The Immortals' Hidden Dragon Sect. After all, the relationship between the current God of Shamans Temple and Hidden Dragon Sect was very subtle.
If the lady had asked the Sorcerer God Temple not to take the stone, the old man could have ignored her. After all, the stone did not only belong to the Sorcerer God Temple, it would also be valued by the Hidden Dragon Sect. However, she had only asked him not to hurt the young man who was like an ant. Naturally, he would not reject her request.
Tian Lan Meng lowered her head and did not say a single word. No one could know what was going through her mind.
The crowd on the ground underneath was silent at that moment. Their gazes were gathered on the people in the sky, especially Su Ming. Most of them were looking at him.
Their gazes were filled with emotion, complacency, schadenfreude, and pity.
The way things were progressing had already decided Su Ming's fate. It was as if he had no power to fight back and could only let others control him. After all, in this place, power was everything!
What right did a mere Medial Shaman have to fight against the God of Shamans Temple? Even if he could fight against a Latter Shaman, he was still just an ant in the eyes of the old man who already had one foot in the End Realm.
Nan Gong Hen's face was pale. He did not expect that things would progress this way. If it was just the old man from the God of Shamans Temple, he would not be afraid. In fact, he could even help Su Ming fight against him.
After all, with his old man around, Nan Gong Hen knew that the old man would not do anything to him. At most, he would just teach him a lesson.
However, the turn of events caught him off guard. This was no longer the matter of the Grand Elder alone. The Guards of the God of Shamans had already been mobilized, and the appearance of the God Thread Leaf had already pushed this matter to an incredibly high level. The Crimson Stone was not something that the Grand Elder could ask for alone, but the God of Shamans Temple!
How was he supposed to choose …
Nan Gong Hen's face turned even paler. On one hand, he had to choose between the God of Shamans Temple, which he had grown up in since he was young, and on the other hand, he had to choose between a friend he had just gotten to know not too long ago.
But this friend had saved his life before … This friend made him feel as if they had hit it off very well, even though they had not known each other for a long time. This friend had only agreed to buy the Crimson Stone with him under his request …
Su Ming's expression remained as calm as ever. Almost at the instant the old man spoke, he had already stopped cutting the stone. He patted the Crimson Stone with the God Thread Leaf on it with his right hand and instantly put the stone away into his storage bag before calmly watching the events unfold.
He watched the domineering actions and words of the old man from the God of Shamans Temple due to his great power, saw the aloof Guards of the God of Shamans in the long arcs around him, saw Tie Mu's retreat, and saw Wan Qiu's hesitation from Autumn Sea Tribe.
Similarly, he also saw Tian Lan Meng, who had her head lowered, and Sky Mist's ancestor, who had walked out and made Su Ming's pupils shrink.
He also saw the Celestial Maiden in white. She was the only person who had spoken up for him in this place. Su Ming could sense the concern in her words, but it was difficult for him to tell whether the source of her concern was because he had been called Destiny by her or because of something else.
Yet no matter what, Su Ming remembered the words of the woman in white just now.
'If there is no drastic change in all the causes in the world outside, if there is no reversal, it will be difficult for them to turn into a result that allows them to see all lives clearly … I understand the elder's words now.' Su Ming's expression was calm, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips under the mask.
As he looked at the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple walking towards him, at the different gazes from the people underneath him, and at the struggling Nan Gong Hen, Su Ming's smile grew wider.
At that moment, he was the center of attention, but this sort of attention was not what he wanted. At the same time an epiphany rose in his heart, Su Ming also felt a hint of loneliness.
He stood all alone in front of tens of thousands of people …
'The strong prey on the weak, this is the path of eternity that will never change …' Su Ming sighed softly. With one move, a shadow immediately appeared beside him, and his Nascent Soul clone manifested.
The instant his Nascent Soul clone appeared, Su Ming's presence instantly increased by several fold, causing him to give off the feeling that he was a Medial Shaman who had reached the peak!
As the clone appeared, a small commotion broke out among the crowd underneath. However, the people who were looking at Su Ming in the sky and the expressionless Grand Elder of the God of Shamans who was walking towards him did not pay any attention to him. To the Grand Elder, Su Ming was still an ant.
"Nascent Soul!" The Celestial Maiden in white was stunned and widened her eyes.
Sky Mist's ancestor, who had been watching the development of the situation with his thoughts unknown, narrowed his eyes.
Almost the instant Su Ming's clone appeared, he lifted his left hand and swung it backwards. Suddenly, a layer of black fog filled the air, and as it tumbled about beside Su Ming, the Poison Corpse appeared!
As the Poison Corpse walked out, the poison aura surrounding his entire body and his dull and lifeless eyes caused Su Ming to give off a feeling that he had already surpassed the peak of a Medial Shaman. The clone, the Poison Corpse, and his real self seemed to have gathered together into one!
A faint glint appeared in the eyes of the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple, but he was still not bothered by it. At that moment, he was less than 1,000 feet away from Su Ming. He walked towards him slowly, and with each step he took in the air, a low rumble would ring in the air. In fact, even the air itself was trembling, as if the old man's footsteps were not stepping on air, but on physical form!
"Battle Spirit of Nine Yin!" A grim look appeared on Su Ming's face. He swung his right hand before him, and immediately, the mark of the Spirit of Nine Yin on the back of his hand started shining furiously. With a bloodthirsty laugh, the mark on the back of Su Ming's hand disappeared, and a red bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere in the endless sky before it descended with loud rumbling sounds.
That bolt of lightning came from the ends of the world. Once it descended in an instant, as thunder rumbled in the air, another eight bolts of lightning appeared one after another, and before Su Ming, a tall and big figure swiftly appeared within those bolts of lightning.
That figure was three hundred feet tall and looked like a giant. He was incredibly built, and as he stood there, he looked like a mountain standing tall on the ground!
The dark silver armor, crimson hair, the healed scars all over his body, and the murderous aura and fighting spirit that surged into the sky caused the Spirit of Nine Yin that Su Ming had summoned to look like a God of War!
"I haven't killed anyone from the world outside for many years. Perhaps I can kill to my heart's content today!" The Spirit of Nine Yin in full armor spoke in a booming voice that spread in all directions.
The instant he appeared, the expression of the old man from the God of Shamans Temple finally changed. His footsteps came to a halt, and he was not the only one who did so. The other people around him also did the same.
A glint appeared in the eyes of Sky Mist's ancestor, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
As for the crowd underneath, the instant the Spirit of Nine Yin appeared, a commotion immediately broke out among them.
"I was wondering why he was so fearless. So he rented the Spirit of Nine Yin!"
"I remember this Spirit of Nine Yin. He … He's a spirit from the fifth layer. The price for him to protect this place is too great. I didn't expect that someone would actually be able to bring him out!"
"Judging by his presence, he's at the level of a Latter Shaman. I wonder how he'll fare against the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple …"
Almost the instant the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple stopped moving, a freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. His clone lifted his right hand swiftly, and the virescent sword flashed with a loud whistle. A large amount of black beetles spread out from his body and covered the sky. The Poison Corpse opened his mouth and let out a muffled growl. Black veins popped up all over his body, and a large amount of poisonous gas seeped out from all his pores. His fingernails even grew longer in an instant and let out a sharp glare.
At the same time, Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and lifted his left hand to point towards the sky. This was the first style of the Three Styles of Wind Separation – Sun Genesis!
"If you want what belongs to me, then you must pay the price. Even if you're the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans, it's the same!
Spirit of Nine Yin, come with me and fight against this person! " When Su Ming's voice traveled forth, the Spirit of Nine Yin that was three hundred something feet tall before him lifted his head and roared towards the sky. He lifted his right hand, and a gigantic battle axe that was about the same height as him appeared! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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