This time, the Sacred Maiden Tribe had lost all face. But once the two sides reached an agreement, the tense atmosphere eased.
Although she didn't shake hands with Ding Ning and chat happily, she didn't frown at him anymore. Ding Ning didn't care about the maidens and chatted with Ye Linglong, which made Sister Meng, who didn't understand the affairs of the world, so shy and angry.
In fact, everyone could see that Ding Ning was the backbone of this side. As long as he was held hostage, the situation would immediately be reversed.
It was not that the old woman did not think of doing so, but the Great Ancestor Crane did not show up at all. The seven Great Ancestor Cranes were like shadows surrounding Ding Ning. She did not even have a ten percent chance of succeeding. She could only forcibly suppress the restlessness in her heart and pay attention to the opportunity to strike.
Although she knew that this idea was very dangerous, and that if she failed, she would be doomed eternally. Even the entire Sacred Maiden Tribe would be buried with her. But there was no other way. The temptation was too great, and she could not suppress the greed in her heart.
Ding Ning even had the complete diagram of the Immortal Slayer. Would he have the other six Immortal Arrays?
Outsiders might not understand the horror of the Seven Immortal Arrays, but as an ancient member of the Sacred Maiden Tribe, how could the old woman not know?
The Immortal Slayer was very strong, so strong that it could kill gods and demons. But strictly speaking, it was an exaggeration to call it an Immortal Array. At most, it could only be ranked among the top Immortal Arrays.
But that was only relative to the power of a single Immortal Array. Once seven Immortal Arrays were gathered, it would form a terrifying Immortal Slayer. Its power was not as simple as one plus six. It was enough to kill immortals.
But killing immortals. Immortals were existences that surpassed the strongest in the Three Realms. An array that could even kill immortals, one could imagine how tempting it was to the old woman. Therefore, to her, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would not miss it even if she had to take the huge risk of destroying her entire tribe.
It was not that Ding Ning did not know this. He knew what the old woman was thinking, but he was sneering in his heart. She was really courting death.
Killing immortals? That depended on whether or not one's own strength could exert the full power of the Seven Immortal Array.
It was just like a treasured saber that could cut through iron like mud. In the hands of an expert with exquisite saber techniques, it would be a first-class killing weapon. However, in the hands of a child, it would only be a little sharper than an ordinary kitchen knife. If they were not careful, they might even cut themselves.
It wasn't that he looked down on the old woman, but he knew very well that the Holy Maiden Tribe had indeed been cursed. It was impossible for them to break through to the Saint Martial Realm. In other words, their actual cultivation was at most at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm.
They relied on a secret technique to carve arrays in their bodies to forcibly increase their combat strength. It was the same principle as constantly filling a balloon with water. The balloon's ability to contract was very strong, but as more and more water was added, the balloon's walls would become thinner and thinner. One day, it would reach a limit.
When the amount of water exceeds the maximum capacity of the balloon, it will explode with a bang.
Therefore, whether it was the old woman or Ye Manyao, they were both playing with fire.
They were able to survive until now only because the amount of "water" in their bodies had not reached the limit of the "balloon" container.
If the arrays engraved in their bodies were the amount of "water" in a pond, then the Immortal Slaughtering Array was the amount of water in a river, enough to burst them alive.
As for the Seven Immortal Array, it was relative to the amount of water in a vast ocean. It was a container that could not contain a river, but they were delusional enough to contain a vast ocean. If this wasn't courting death, then what was?
Even though his body had been tempered as a weapon, and both its strength and capacity were far greater than that of the old woman, he did not dare to try to control a power that was far beyond his own. The experience of his body exploding made him feel a lingering fear even now.
However, he could also understand the difficulties of the old woman and Ye Manyao. Although they were a little greedy for power, as a Sacred Sect, they must have strong people who could hold up the situation. Otherwise, sooner or later, they would be trampled under the feet of other sects.
Just like the fake Saint Martial Elders of the Tianji Pavilion, they were strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They relied on the momentum of the top experts to maintain the development and dignity of the sect.
Was it sad?
Not only was it sad, but it was also pitiful. But this was the bloody and cruel reality. They could not escape and could only face it.
The principle that the strong were respected was universal. If you fell behind, you would be beaten, and if you were weak, you would be bullied. Especially in the Ancient Martial World, which was a world where the strong preyed on the weak and was not bound by secular laws, the cruelty and bloodiness of the law of the jungle was vividly demonstrated.
Even the famous Sacred Sects like the Tianji Pavilion and the Holy-goddess Tribe had to use this kind of behavior to bluff and even deceive to cover up their weak nature.
Thinking of this, Ding Ning, who still had contempt and disdain in his heart, suddenly became heavy, as if there was a big stone lying on his chest, making him breathless.
As far as he knew, the leaders of the martial arts world in Shenzhou were the Seven Holy Gates, which were four in the light and three in the dark. Although the National Warrior's Mansion was famous and suppressed everywhere, in terms of foundation and real strength, it was not as good as the Seven Holy Gates. The reason why they could successfully sign the Peace Agreement and force the Ancient Warriors to abide by the law and not commit crimes was that the Ancient Martial World had no interest in the secular regime.
However, among the Seven Holy Gates in Shenzhou, the Holy-goddess Tribe and the Tianji Pavilion had already exposed their strength. How strong could the remaining Five Holy Gates be?
At least he knew that the Great Snow Mountain was actually controlled by the Demon Clan behind the scenes. Not to mention how much strength they still had, once the great tribulation came, their standpoint would be a big problem.
Although the Great Snow Mountain was inextricably linked to him, and the Demon Emperor was even his great-grandfather, and his grandmother was also very likely to be the leader on the surface, as the saying went, those who were not of the same race must have different intentions. This was related to the safety of the entire human world, and in the face of the righteousness of the entire human race, he still knew what was more important. If he really had no other choice, he might even kill his own family for the sake of righteousness.
The Three Realms was about to be in chaos. Not to mention the threat of the Descendants of God Organization and the Black Blood Plague Clan, just the Holy Church and the Dark Parliament, which each occupied half of the western world, could not be underestimated.
Moreover, these were only the forces on the surface. Who knew how many forces were lurking under the water, waiting for an opportunity to make a move?
The Royal Alliance, the mysterious Skull and Bones Society, the semi-public organization that secretly controlled the economic lifelines and political power of many countries, and the Atlantis Family that only revealed the tip of the iceberg …
No one dared to predict how terrifying the power that these powerful organizations that he had interacted with or had only met once because of their reputation would really unite to make trouble one day.
Although Ding Ning didn't like the Holy-goddess Tribe very much, compared with the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa that were already at odds with him, he felt closer to them.
After all, no matter from the perspective of the Fairy of the Ninth Heaven, or from the perspective of the tribe that Ye Duxing and Ye Linglong came from, he was destined to have an unresolvable and messy entanglement with the Holy-goddess Tribe. Perhaps he could consider drawing them to his side as a strategic alliance to deal with the great chaos of the Three Realms.
Perhaps some people thought that the current strength of the Holy-goddess Tribe was too weak to be drawn to Ding Ning's side. But don't forget, it was based on the premise that the Holy-goddess Tribe was cursed. Once the curse was lifted, what kind of terrifying power could the Holy-goddess Tribe, which was famous for its array, burst out?
However, the key to unlocking the curse was in Ding Ning's hands, which gave him a unique innate advantage in drawing this tribe with unlimited potential to his side.
As long as he could draw them to his side, the Seven Holy Gates, the Tianji Pavilion, and the Holy-goddess Tribe would become his firm allies. Even if it was impossible to reconcile with the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa, he still had the Great Snow Mountain, the Tianyin Temple, and the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, the three Holy Gates, which he could draw to his side.
Of course, there was also a super force that hid itself very well — the Murong Clan.
Ding Ning looked around with sparkling eyes. This was the territory of the Murong Clan. He didn't believe that the Murong Clan wouldn't care about what was happening here. He believed that their every move was seen by those old monsters.
Maybe it was time to talk to them.
However, the time was not ripe yet. He was still under the protection of the powerful strength of the Crane Clan. Even if the Murong Clan was willing to talk to him, it was for the sake of the experts of the Crane Clan. They would never listen to him.
To forge iron, one must be strong. Only when he was strong enough could he be qualified to talk to the Murong Clan. Otherwise, he would only be humiliated, which was not the result he wanted.
After these two days, it was time for him to continue the weapon refinement. He had gathered the Nine Great Totems. After seven rounds of weapon refinement, he didn't know how strong his body would be. He was looking forward to it very much.
He found that the inheritance of Wu Shen Palace seemed to have far exceeded the level and realm that Chiyou's inheritance should have. For the first time, he questioned the theory that Wu Shen Palace was built by Chiyou.
At least, the method that the War God Totem used to turn him into a child was not something that Chiyou, who was at the Eighth Heaven of Saint Martial Arts, could have. What did this mean? It meant that the secret on the ninth floor of Wu Shen Palace was even more mysterious and powerful than Xuan Ji had imagined.
"I hope that this weapon refinement can bring me more surprises!"
Ding Ning murmured in his heart.
Suddenly, there was a slight noise in the distance. He turned his head and saw a group of disciples of the Xuan Nv Tribe led by the disciples of the Murong Clan coming from afar. He could no longer move his gaze away. He stared at the woman in the middle who was staring at him affectionately with a big belly.
Bang, bang, bang!
Ding Ning's heart started to beat faster and he could not help but tear up.
Beautiful, stupid woman!
This new phrase that was once popular in the entire Divine Prefecture suddenly jumped into his mind and he could not get it out of his mind.
At this moment, he forgot everything in his mind. In his eyes, there was only the woman who was carrying his flesh and blood. She walked clumsily but was as beautiful as a fairy.
An unprecedented emotion surged in his heart. His feet unconsciously started to move … speed up … jog … run …
The old woman's eyes flashed. Now was the time.
However, right when she was about to move, she suddenly felt eight terrifying auras that were filled with warning firmly lock onto her. It caused her to feel as if there was a blade on her back, and a strand of coldness shot into her head. Her entire body trembled, and she didn't dare make the slightest movement.
She inexplicably believed that as long as she dared to show any signs of misbehaving, she would be torn into countless pieces in the next second and die without a burial.
"What a touching scene. Why do you have to ruin this beautiful moment?"
The misty voice of the Crane Race's Patriarch came from all directions and entered her mind.
The old woman showed an unnatural and awkward smile on her face and nodded slightly in agreement. Seeing Ding Ning holding Night Lone Ranger tightly in his arms but carefully avoiding her belly for fear of hurting the baby, she cursed in her heart, "What a beautiful scene! You are beautiful, but the Holy-goddess Tribe has lost its face. I'm not in a good mood at all."
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