The white elder and the Taoist priest were fine, but Ding Ning had a familiar feeling about the beautiful middle-aged woman, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her, so he couldn't help looking at her a few more times.
Unexpectedly, the beautiful middle-aged woman seemed to have noticed it and glanced at Ding Ning's position, which made Ding Ning's heart skip a beat. He quickly withdrew his gaze and was secretly shocked. "This woman has such a keen intuition."
The beautiful middle-aged woman clearly felt that someone was peeping at her, but there was no one there, which made her frown slightly with a puzzled expression. Then she showed a sad expression, shook her head gently, stopped thinking about it, and focused her attention on the statue again.
Ding Ning didn't dare to look at it casually anymore. He put away the black masked man's mask and quietly appeared in the crowd when no one was paying attention to him to observe the mystery of the statue.
The statue was carved with the same grayish-white stone as the ground, and the style of carving was as rough as ever. For a Master of the Divine Burin like him, this carving skill was as rough as it could be.
But when he saw the seemingly natural lines on the statue's beast-like big foot, he couldn't help but be shocked, and a touch of horror appeared in his eyes.
Divine Talisman of Annihilation, it turned out to be a Divine Talisman of Annihilation that had been magnified many times!
No, no, this was not Divine Talisman of Annihilation, but a Divine Talisman of Absolute Beginning that was 50% similar to Divine Talisman of Annihilation.
Ding Ning soon realized that something was wrong and forced himself to calm down. His face became calm again, but he couldn't help but have many doubts in his mind. "What is this place? Why are there lines similar to those of Divine Talisman of Annihilation?"
"These lines are not those lines. What others see is the lines left by rough and simple carving skills, but what he sees is the lines formed naturally by the stone itself."
The mysterious bluestone and the man-made human-shaped statue all had this kind of naturally formed pattern. What kind of connection did they have with each other? "Is it accidental or inevitable?"
"How are these lines formed?" "Why are they carved into a statue here?"
Ding Ning was full of doubts and a little sad at the same time. He was sure that the natural lines on the statue were not Divine Talisman of Annihilation, but another kind of Divine Talisman of Absolute Beginning with unpredictable power.
"Unfortunately, the person who carved the statue didn't know it at all. He treated the stone with Divine Talisman of Absolute Beginning as an ordinary stone and carved an unknown talisman on it with rough and simple carving skills, turning the Divine Talisman of Absolute Beginning into an incomplete one."
"What a waste! What a waste!"
Ding Ning was filled with grief and indignation. A good Grand Primordial God Glyph had been destroyed by someone, leaving behind only half an incomplete pattern. How could he not feel his heart drip blood?
Even the incomplete pattern deeply attracted Ding Ning's attention. Soon, he immersed his mind in it and subconsciously gestured with his hands. He constantly copied the incomplete pattern and tried to deduce the incomplete part.
But the Grand Primordium God Glyph contained the most wondrous power in the world, and was a part of the True Primordial Record. How could it be so easily deduced? Ding Ning frowned and entered a state of selflessness. He unconsciously gestured again and again.
"No, it's still not right!"
"No!" Ding Ning tried again and again, but he couldn't figure it out. He failed again and again.
"Immersed in the state of copying, he didn't notice that there was no one around the statue. The people who were studying the statue were all far away, staring at him with envy, jealousy, and hate.
This was because his subconscious gestures actually caused some kind of resonance with the statue. As his fingers moved in the air, the entire statue flashed with traces of blue lightning, as if there was a sleeping Thunder God hidden in the statue, and it would wake up at any time and break through the wall to rush out.
However, every time he stopped, the lightning on the statue's body would dissipate and return to silence. It was only until the next time he gestured that the lightning began to condense again … and then stopped again … and condensed again …
That feeling was like a flood accumulating power to hit a dam, about to burst the dam at any time, but every time, it was lacking a little bit of strength. The flood was unable to completely break through the shaking dam, causing one's heart to be in a state of anxiety, unable to find a foothold.
As Ding Ning gestured again and again and gave up at the last moment, the atmosphere in the square gradually became oppressive. It was filled with an oppressive feeling that a storm was about to come.
The heavy and oppressive atmosphere made everyone start to feel a kind of invisible pressure. Those with high cultivation were better off as they could still forcibly suppress it, but those with slightly lower cultivation felt as if there was a heavy mountain pressing down on their chests. The irritation and depression with nowhere to vent made them want to kill, to vent, to release. Their eyes began to rapidly turn bloodshot, filled with violence and a bloody desire to kill.
"Ah … kill, I'm going to kill you all!"
The first man who was extremely oppressed finally had a mental breakdown. With red eyes, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and slashed at the white man beside him.
"Ah!"
The man who was still trying to suppress his violence was caught off guard. He only managed to let out a scream before he was beheaded.
The scarlet blood seemed to have awakened the desire to kill that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts. As the first person to make a move was punched in the head by a man who had also gone crazy, the blood mixed with the white brain matter, and a feast of slaughter was completely opened.
Other than Tian Xuanzi, the mercenary lady, the middle-aged lady, the Daoist, and the Caucasian old man, everyone else in the square fell into a frenzy. Their eyes were bloodshot and their breaths were heavy. Even though they were facing their former comrades, they still slaughtered them mercilessly as if they were their mortal enemies. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
There was no fighting method, no fancy martial skills, not even any defense. These people were like the most primitive beasts, using weapons, fists, legs, knees, and even teeth to kill imaginary enemies one after another.
Battle cries shook the sky. As the lives were turned into broken limbs, blood continued to spread on the square, seeping into the grayish stones on the ground and gathering towards the statues through the earth veins.
Tian Xuanzi's eyes were filled with sorrow. He protected the unconscious Pi Muer tightly while his eyes scanned the chaotic battlefield. No matter what, Jiang Wuhui and the other two were disciples of the Saint Gate. They could die, but not in front of him.
However, the battle of thousands of people was too chaotic and the divine psyche was greatly suppressed here. For a moment, he couldn't find any trace of Jiang Wuhui and the other two.
What he didn't know was that other than the few of them who still retained their sanity, there was also a little lama who was not affected at all. He walked quietly at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes were shining brightly as he looked at Ding Ning who was immersed in carving the runes with fear.
The Caucasian old man was expressionless as he looked at this scene coldly. The mercenary and the middle-aged beauty's eyes were filled with splendor as they stared at Ding Ning who was still inscribing the runes with his hands. The Daoist, on the other hand, was filled with pity. He lowered his head and called for the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop him.
King Kong's eyes were red and his body was emitting a bright golden light. He was very eye-catching as he fought in and out of the crowd. Every time he punched out, someone's head would be smashed like a rotten watermelon. In such a chaotic battle, his super strong defense was undoubtedly the biggest guarantee for his survival.
Other than them, there were also three people who stood out. One of them was a dark-skinned Indian monk who had cultivated the art of yoga to an unimaginable level. The toughness of his body had reached an inhuman level. He was like a rubber man. Sometimes, he would curl up into a ball and crash into others like a cannonball. Sometimes, he would turn into a soft rope like a python and entangle his enemies tightly, strangling them to death. Sometimes, he would turn into an endless spear and use his head as the spearhead to carve out a straight line of blood …
Apart from them, there were three other people who attracted the most attention. One of them was a dark and skinny Indian monk. His yoga technique had been cultivated to an unimaginable level, and his body had reached an inhuman level of toughness. His whole body was like a rubber man. Sometimes, he would curl up into a ball and crash into others like a cannonball, breaking their bones and tendons. Sometimes, he would turn into a soft rope like a python, entangling his enemies tightly and strangling them to death. Sometimes, he would turn into an endless spear and use his head as the spearhead to forcibly carve out a straight line of blood …
The other person was a young man with a tall and straight body. He had a resolute face and was dressed in plain clothes. With a wave of his blade, someone would inevitably be cut into two. He was like a god of death that had walked out of hell. His blade technique was exquisite to the point of being natural. In the entire battlefield, he was the most relaxed as he leisurely reaped one life after another. If it weren't for the blank look in his eyes that indicated that he had indeed lost his mind, those who didn't know would have thought that he was practicing his blade technique.
The last person was a handsome young monk who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. His spirited eyes revealed a look of compassion. His mouth was mumbling something as he wandered around the battlefield. Wherever he went, people would be thrown off their feet. However, not a single person died as they were all stunned by the aura he emitted. In the entire battlefield, he was probably the only person who hadn't lost his mind besides Zhu Gu.
There were also a few ruthless people among the mercenaries, but compared to the five of them, they were not worth mentioning at all. Right now, their eyes were also bloodshot and they were all wounded. It was only a matter of time before they died.
Tian Xuanzi didn't find Jiang Wuhui and the other two, but he accidentally found the young monk. He couldn't help but be impressed and murmured, "He is indeed a little guy from Tianyin Temple. He has actually cultivated the [Eighteen Stained Falls] to such a superb level."
In a corner far away from the battlefield, under a transparent umbrella, Jiang Wuhui was hugging Yan Tong and Green Bamboo who were knocked out by him. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was getting heavier. Even if he was focused on the Sword Dao and had an iron will, he still lost his mind under the terrifying pressure and the stimulation of blood. He had no choice but to bite the tip of his tongue to keep his mind clear and fight against the desire to kill deep in his heart.
"This demonic pattern is really scary!"
The Caucasian old man suddenly murmured to himself.
The Daoist priest nodded his head slightly to show his agreement.
The mercenary dressed in oil paint pondered but didn't say anything.
The middle-aged beauty blinked her eyes and said without turning her head, "I'm only interested in the person who can awaken the demon statue."
"Indeed, the person who can learn the demonic pattern in such a short time and awaken the Dao of Demon is indeed a very talented person."
The Caucasian old man said with a hint of greed in his eyes.
Tian Xuanzi frowned slightly. He felt that these people seemed to know something and he was the only one who didn't know anything. This made him very unhappy.
"How about we work together this time?"
The Caucasian old man suddenly looked at the mercenary lady and asked.
"The descendants of God have always liked to eat alone. Since when did you learn to work together?"
The female mercenary sneered indifferently.
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