He had mastered the fusion of the past and future, and Destiny was contained within the front and back of his palm!
This Art that could turn back time was Destiny's Style that Su Ming had come to understand during the two months he isolated himself and nourished his Nascent Divinity!
It was just like his creation, the third style after Berserker Obliteration and Extreme Speed - Destiny's Past!
This Style might seem simple, as if it could change the flow of time, but in truth, that was not the case. Su Ming still could not truly do this. What he could do was to fuse his understanding towards the past into the wind, just like the wind's memories, and use it to reverse time.
If he became Destiny, he would be able to execute this Style to its greatest extent. He had yet to transform it, and when he used it, he could only reverse time for an instant.
However, even if it was just for an instant, it was enough to stir up a great deal of shock among the Spirits of Nine Yin. This sort of divine ability had already reached an incredibly abstruse level!
At that moment, the three hundred something feet tall man standing outside the fourth palace felt this way in his heart!
He looked at Su Ming, and there was no need for him to hide the complicated look on his face. His name was Li Huo!
"My name is Li Huo. I am willing to serve you according to the alliance between my people and the Shaman Tribe." Su Ming was also looking at the man before him, and in his ears, he felt as if he could hear the words spoken in the past.
In the face of Su Ming's question, the struggle on Li Huo's face became even more intense. He lifted his head swiftly, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes.
"There are things that a man cannot do! For personal reasons, I shouldn't stop you … but for my people, I must stop you! "You saved my life, this is …" The man lifted his right hand swiftly and seized the air. Immediately, a gigantic battle axe appeared out of thin air with a loud bang. Once he held it in his hand, he placed it on the ground.
The ground trembled and fine cracks spread out with loud cracking sounds.
"... It's my fault!" Li Huo let go of his right hand and his battle axe stood upright on the ground. He turned around and struck his chest with his right hand. He staggered a few steps back and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His helmet shattered, revealing his face that looked like a withered tree, and he opened up a path!
"Go!" Li Huo gritted his teeth and growled.
At this moment, the other Spirits of Nine Yin also slowly woke up. Each of them looked at Li Huo and remained silent.
Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm towards Li Huo, and a complicated look appeared on his face. With one move, he leapt up, intending to rush into the fifth palace, but the instant he did so, the other Spirits of Nine Yin in the palace lifted their heads.
"Let him go!" Li Huo's voice appeared once again, and there was a tone of farewell in his voice. He might have only known Su Ming for a short period of time, but everything that had happened during that short period of time was something that Li Huo would never forget.
He did not manage to complete Su Ming's final request in the past. He only brought the girl back to Shaman City. As for the boy, he ran into an accident on the way.
This matter was something that he felt guilty about.
Su Ming turned into a long arc and in the blink of an eye, he left the fourth palace and rushed into the fifth palace!
The instant he entered the courtyard of the fifth palace and was still in midair, a powerful presence crashed into his face. There were nine gigantic stone statues in the courtyard of the fifth palace, and at that moment, these nine stone statues woke up one by one. They looked at Su Ming coldly, and at the same time, a Spirit of Nine Yin also walked out of the fifth palace. That person looked to be about middle-aged, and his withered face did not seem to contain a hint of emotion.
"Stop!" The middle-aged Spirit of Nine Yin spoke slowly, and there was a decaying air to his voice. The instant he spoke, a powerful presence erupted from the nine Spirits of Nine Yin in the courtyard, and each of them had the power of a Latter Shaman!
It was especially so for the middle-aged Spirit of Nine Yin who walked out of the palace. Even if he had not reached the level of an End Shaman, he could still be considered to have reached the peak of Latter Shaman!
These Spirits of Nine Yin were enough to trap Su Ming in this place and prevent him from going to the sixth palace within a short period of time!
Almost the instant the Spirits of Nine Yin in the courtyard brought out their full power and lifted their heads to charge towards Su Ming, who was in midair, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. The small snake on his shoulder lifted its head and let out a piercing howl.
As it howled, the small snake charged out and twisted its body in midair. Immediately, a gigantic illusory shadow of the Candle Dragon manifested in the sky!
The Candle Dragon roared and opened its mouth wide to sweep downwards. At the same time, Su Ming turned into a long arc and shot through the Candle Dragon's illusory shadow to charge forward.
With the Candle Dragon that was the small snake blocking the Spirits of Nine Yin in the palace, Su Ming managed to gain an instant of time, allowing him to charge out of the fifth palace and arrive at the sixth palace!
The small snake's power as the Candle Dragon might not be weak, but it had not fully grown. It could only trap the Spirits of Nine Yin in the fifth palace for a short period of time. It could not last for long.
Su Ming knew that he … did not have much time left!
With his full speed, the instant he stepped into the sixth palace, seven presences that were equivalent to those at the peak of Latter Shaman's charged towards him, causing him to not have a single chance to dodge or retreat in midair!
When he saw the seven presences closing in on him, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He lifted his right hand and the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his body erupted with all its might. A vortex appeared around him, and as it spun, a burning sensation appeared, as if it had turned into a vortex that contained a high temperature!
Once that wind appeared, Su Ming pointed his right hand towards the sky.
"Lunar Burial!" The instant those two words left his mouth, a gigantic vortex of wind appeared in the sky as well. That wind was different from the high temperature on the ground. It contained a ghastly chill. All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, it only happened in an instant.
The freezing vortex in the sky and the hot wind on the ground crashed into each other as they continued tumbling about in the air. As they did so, a gust of wind that was much stronger than the wind from Sun Genesis erupted out of nowhere. That wind howled, and it even had the power to blow away all life force. This was Lunar Burial!
The second style of Wind Separation, Lunar Burial!
Under that gust of wind, the seven powerful Spirits of Nine Yin were like corpses within it. Their bodies continued withering away, and a large amount of their life force also disappeared in an instant. That gust of wind howled and swept in all directions, causing Su Ming's long hair to dance in the wind, his robes to flutter, and his eyes to look like a dark abyss!
However, this was the sixth palace in the territory of the Spirits of Nine Yin. Almost at the instant the gust of wind appeared, an old man walked out of the sixth palace, and when Su Ming looked over, he found that he was also someone he was familiar with!
That old man was … the person Su Ming had rented in the past, the one who possessed power equivalent to an End Shaman! He was also the one who had somehow taken away the crimson dragon, causing it to be sealed in this place!
There was also a complicated look on his face, but it was different from Li Huo, who had opened up a path for him. He took a step forward, and as the gust of wind swirled around him, he lifted his right hand and pointed forward!
It was just like how this old man had helped Su Ming fight against the God of Shamans Temple during the treasure gambling event all those years ago.
"Ze Long Shen …" Su Ming looked at the incoming finger as he stood in the gust of wind. At that moment, the seven people who had just arrived revealed themselves, but they could not get close to Su Ming. They were fighting back with everything they had in the gust of wind.
The strength of that gust of wind would not have been so great if Su Ming had cast it with his normal level of cultivation, but once he cast it with all his power in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, he could bring out the power of the Art of Wind Burial to its greatest extent.
'In the past, I was far from being your opponent … Today, let's see just how much of a difference there is between us! ' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he took a step forward, walking out of the vortex formed by the Wind of Burial. He lifted his right hand, and with the finger Art he had developed over the endless years in the Undying and Imperishable World, he used it to clash against the old Spirit of Nine Yin's finger in midair and closed in on each other like lightning.
In the past, Su Ming had been so weak in the old man's eyes that he could not even withstand a single blow!
Right then, he already had the right to fight against this old man in a true battle!
'It's a pity … that the timing isn't right. ' At the same time Su Ming pointed forward, he changed his position slightly. He sighed in his heart, and that finger instantly crashed into the old man's finger, stirring up a shocking boom.
In the midst of that boom, blood trickled down the corners of Su Ming's mouth. His body tumbled backwards, but due to the slight change in his position, he did not fall backwards. Instead, as if he was borrowing the old man's power, he charged towards the seventh palace!
A shudder ran through the old Spirit of Nine Yin's body. To him, Su Ming did not seem to have used his full power in that one attack. He was just borrowing the old man's power. When he saw Su Ming charging towards the seventh palace, a glint appeared in his eyes. Just as he was about to chase after him, the shadow of Su Ming's Nascent Divinity, which had been following behind him all this while, turned its head around swiftly.
The instant Su Ming's Nascent Divinity turned his head around, he lifted his right hand and swung it towards the sky. With that one swing, a layer of blood swiftly spread out, and it looked as if the entire sky had swiftly turned into a blood-red hue.
This was one of the more powerful Arts in Hong Luo's Arts - Blood Washing the Heavens!
It was difficult for those who cast this Art with the power of the Soul Formation Realm to bring out too much of its power. Even if they had to use up their Nascent Divinity, they could only cast half of its power. However, even if it was only half of its power, it still had the power to wash the place in blood!
The sky was crimson red, as if a sea of blood had manifested in all directions. It appeared behind Su Ming, and as if blocking off his path, it blocked off the old Spirit of Nine Yin's path. Once the sea of blood fused into Su Ming's Nascent Divinity, it charged towards the old Spirit of Nine Yin.
Su Ming did not turn his head back. With the power of that one finger, he used his Nascent Divinity to block off the old Spirit of Nine Yin. All of this was so that he would not be trapped in the sixth palace. At that moment, he turned into a long arc, and as he charged forward, he stepped into the courtyard of the seventh palace!
His face was slightly pale. After all, that one finger contained power equivalent to that of an End Shaman. If it was not because his physical body was incredibly strong and he had managed to withstand that attack, he might have immediately exploded.
However, the Spirit of Nine Yin's palaces were each stronger than the last. Even if there were only two palaces left before Su Ming and the palace in the mountain where the crimson dragon was sealed!
These two palaces, the seventh and eighth palaces, would definitely be incredibly dangerous.
But Su Ming did not regret it!
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