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Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123
What's Mine Is Yours
On that blood-red land, battle intent soared to the heavens, giving off a tremendous impact on one's willpower and mind.
Peng Fei was startled by Xu Anyuan's shout and almost peed his pants. He immediately slowed down and asked, "What Xing Tian? What War God? What are you talking about? This Old Dao has never heard of such a person in all the ancient texts. Are you trying to scare me? This Old Dao isn't one to be scared. "
Yan Ziyun glanced at Xu Anyuan and didn't ask why Xu Anyuan knew about Xing Tian. When she saw the image on the axe, her heart was filled with unprecedented excitement. She said in a trembling voice, "War God, Xing Tian is the god of the Witch Tribe, the War God of the Witch Tribe. There are many great tribes in the Witch Tribe, and the Heaven Punisher Tribe is one of them. They are a supreme existence."
"How do you know?" Peng Fei's eyelids twitched. The God of the Witch Tribe, what a terrifying existence. Thinking back to the time when the Witch Tribe had led the tribes to rise against the Demon God, even the Honorable Shamans had to worship this god. How terrifying was this god? Did it really exist?
"After you left, I waited for Xu Anyuan's return in Barbarian King City. Senior Pan Gu was afraid that I would take things too hard, so he told me about the Witch Tribe. He once told me that the Witch Tribe had a War God called Xing Tian. With his strength alone, he fought against a hundred thousand celestial soldiers. Those celestial soldiers came from the legendary Ancient Heavenly Court, not the Heavenly Court of the Central Divine Prefecture. Their strength was extraordinary, and even an Ancient Emperor couldn't match up to those celestial soldiers. In our world, the Ancient Emperors were only mortals in a higher realm." Although Yan Ziyun's heart was in turmoil, her tone was very calm. However, whether it was Peng Fei, Jiang Yan, or Crazy Ji, it was like a clap of thunder that resounded in their minds.
"Ancient Heavenly Court?" Crazy Ji was a little lost in thought. In some of the ancient books of the Cultivation of Destiny Sect, there were records of the Realm Beyond Heaven, which was an even higher plane. However, the records were only a few lines, and they weren't very clear. He had always yearned to go there.
Hearing Yan Ziyun's words, Crazy Ji's heart couldn't help but be stirred. Who didn't want to go to a higher realm, to see a wider world? Especially where there was meat and where there was wine?
"That's right, that's a higher plane. In our eyes, ancient emperors are nothing but mortals in the 'Ancient Heavenly Court'. That's what Pan Gu told me." Yan Ziyun was also amazed.
Ba Ji was born in the Tyrant Blood Royalty. Back then, her father had spoken to the Grand Shaman of the Heaven Punisher Clan, and it was thanks to the Grand Shaman of the Heaven Punisher Clan that she was able to achieve her current achievements. Her battle intent was like the heavens, and her blood was the tyrant of the heavens. She pressed forward with an indomitable will. This kind of brave and diligent spirit was passed down from the Heaven Punisher Clan. However, the mystiques she cultivated were all comprehended by herself.
From this, it could be seen how much influence the Shaman Clan had on the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. The Ten Thousand Ancient Races revered them from the bottom of their hearts.
"That's right. Back then, the Grand Shaman of the Heaven Punisher Clan gave my father a few words of advice. The Shaman Clan is the undisputed king of the ten thousand races. They have a deep connection with the human race, and are considered the main race of the human race," Ba Ji said in a heavy voice.
Jiang Yan sighed and didn't say a word.
Xuanyuan looked at the axe that was embedded in the ground. It was ancient and heavy. His will to fight surged in all directions, "Is this the legendary Axe of Gan Qi?" Xuanyuan looked at the axe, "Is this the legendary Axe of Gan Qi?"
Yan Ziyun shook her head. "No. The real Ganqi Godly Axe is far from being comparable to a supreme dao weapon. It can split the entire Central Divine Prefecture in one blow. This should be a supreme shaman weapon forged from the Ganqi Godly Axe. It's not something a normal supreme dao weapon can compare to. It shouldn't be any weaker than Brother Peng Fei's Yin-Yang God Mirror."
Xuanyuan took a deep breath. From here, he had heard of some legendary characters from the world he came from. Could there be some connection between them? Originally, Xuanyuan had thought that the Shaman Clan was just a coincidence. But now, Xuanyuan couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection between the two. It was just that his current strength was too low to verify.
"Kid, take this axe and use it as your main weapon. It's extremely rare." The Greedy Old Man roared in Xuanyuan's heart. As a supreme dao weapon, he could feel how terrifying the power of that axe was.
"Let's go. No matter what, let's get to this piece of land first. If we want to lay down the power of the Great Dao, this is the best place to start." Xuanyuan calmed himself down and said in a heavy voice.
The group moved forward. The closer they got to the blood-red land, the more violent the aura became. It attacked everyone's will and forced them to retreat. Xuanyuan's thoughts moved, and he said in a heavy voice, "Don't retreat. The more you fight, the braver you become. Press forward with an indomitable will. Without a certain level of courage, you won't be able to set foot on this land. Use your will to strengthen your heart. Don't waver. Charge forward."
Everyone calmed down and focused their minds. From beginning to end, Crazy Ji was the only one who calmly drank his wine.
After a short while, with great difficulty, the group finally stepped onto the blood-red land. Their battle qi surged, and they felt their blood boiling. Instantly, the warriors of the Witch Race and the God Race were clad in battle armor and wielding battle weapons. The sky darkened, and the earth cracked. Violent waves rolled up, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
Sabers flashed and swords flashed, people shouted and horses neighed. Bodies were torn apart, mountains were shattered, rivers were broken, and the earth was crumbling. Everywhere was a mess. Terrifying battle qi collided, tearing apart the entire sky. It was a scene of doomsday, causing people's hearts to tremble.
"Good heavens, luckily this old Daoist is extremely daring. Otherwise, I really would have been scared to death here. To think that I would be able to witness the great battle of the Ancient Chaos Era. Even if I died, I would have no regrets." Peng Fei's eyes were filled with admiration and yearning. His body couldn't help but tremble. In fact, this was what he had been pursuing all his life, and it was extremely precious. He used his great divine ability to carefully record this scene.
Xuanyuan smiled and said, "Damned fatty, this is what it means to truly restore history, to let the world know about that unknown past."
Peng Fei curled his lips. After he finished all this, he walked to the ancient battleaxe and grabbed it with both hands, wanting to pull it out. "Ah …"
The ancient battleaxe didn't move an inch. It was as heavy as a mountain, and the ancient shaman characters on it glowed a little.
"Ptui!" Seeing that the battleaxe didn't move at all, Peng Fei felt like he had lost all face. He spat on his hands and used all of his strength. The fat on his body trembled because he used too much strength, and his face looked like a braised pig's head. Unfortunately, the battleaxe didn't move at all.
"Hey, little fatty. If it's in your life, you'll get it. If it's not in your life, don't force it. This battleaxe doesn't belong to you." Crazy Ji teased the unwilling Peng Fei.
Peng Fei cursed, "Dammit, at least this old Daoist tried it. If it doesn't belong to me, then it doesn't."
"Little Tyrant Concubine, why don't you give it a try? I know that your 'Tyrant Blood Royalty' has some relationship with the Xingtian Clan of the Shaman Tribe. Maybe you can obtain it? "Crazy Ji laughed.
"Alright." Tyrant Concubine nodded. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her blood-red cloak fluttered in the wind. She walked to the battleaxe, and Peng Fei stepped aside. Tyrant Concubine grabbed the handle of the battleaxe and lifted it with all her might. Instantly, the entire bloody ground trembled. It was clear that Tyrant Concubine's strength was truly shocking.
After a moment, Tyrant Concubine let go and calmly said, "There's nothing I can do about it. It doesn't belong to me, so it's not willing to go with me."
"Little Tyrant Concubine, try it. You've spent some time with the Shaman Tribe, so perhaps it will approve of you. That's how peerless dao tools are. Not just anyone can gain its approval, so it'll be up to each person's luck." Crazy Ji looked at Yan Ziyun and smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
Yan Ziyun smiled and walked to the battleaxe. Her slender, jade-like hands grasped the handle of the battleaxe, and she gently lifted it.
Suddenly, a surge of Battle Qi surged into the sky, and the battleaxe embedded in the bloody ground was easily lifted up. Yan Ziyun's clothes fluttered in the wind, and her white hair fluttered in the wind. A wave of Battle Qi rippled out from the ground, spreading out in all directions. The headless battle god on the battleaxe seemed to come to life, and it waved the battleaxe and battle shield, its battle prowess boundless.
Everyone's hearts trembled. Yan Ziyun hadn't used much strength at all.
Peng Fei swallowed his saliva as he watched. He couldn't wait for Yan Ziyun to let him play with the battleaxe.
Yan Ziyun walked to Xuanyuan and handed the battleaxe, which was as tall as a person, to Xuanyuan. She smiled and said, "For you."
"No, since it has approved of you, you're its master." Xuanyuan didn't take it.
"You're my man, and I'm its master. Naturally, you're mine as well. It's the same. What's mine is yours." Yan Ziyun's smile was as beautiful as a flower. She could finally give Xuanyuan something that he could use. Yan Ziyun was very happy in her heart.
With tears streaming down his face, Peng Fei knelt down on the spot. "Damn it, Xuanyuan, it's okay that you have so many women, but all of them bring good fortune to your husband. You must have accumulated hundreds of millions of virtues in your life to have such a good fortune. Damn it, it's unfair. I don't want to live anymore …"
Xuanyuan touched his nose and took the battleaxe. It was so heavy that Xuanyuan felt as if his hand was about to break. He hurriedly stretched out the other hand, and then the One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones appeared. Three Taoist Bodies of Xuanyuan, with eight hands and four moons, suddenly broke out. Their battle prowess suddenly increased by 13 times. They lifted the battleaxe at the same time, but their feet had already sunk into the ground.
"It's so heavy." Xuanyuan clenched his teeth and felt that he couldn't hold it any longer.
Seeing this scene, Peng Fei's eyelids twitched wildly. He knew how strong Xuanyuan was, especially when Xuanyuan was running the Fleeting Moon Battle God Ancient Formula. It was not a trivial matter. Yan Ziyun pointed her finger at Xuanyuan's sea of consciousness, and a spell passed on to her by the senior of the Wu Tribe was engraved in Xuanyuan's sea of consciousness.
Xuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. As the spell was running, the originally unreasonably heavy battleaxe suddenly became much lighter. It was not that the strength of the battleaxe itself had been reduced, but the spell had saved Xuanyuan from bearing such a huge force.
The method of this spell was called A Word of Nine Tripods. It was a method to cultivate the mind and symbolized the Wu Tribe.
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