The black energy that covered the sky shrouded Ding Ning's figure and blocked everyone's vision.
Miyamoto Akihiro had a grim smile on his face. He clasped his hands behind his back and said proudly, "It's your honor to become Orochi's nourishment."
"A little snake? Orochi?"
Ding Ning's indifferent voice came from the black gas.
Miyamoto Akihiro's expression changed, and then he sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so capable. You can hold on until now. But so what? You will still die."
After that, he murmured and spat out a mouthful of essence blood into the black gas. The black gas began to surge violently, and the black snake gave an earth-shattering roar.
Miyamoto Akihiro's slightly pale face showed a touch of complacency. He laughed wildly and said, "Boy, you have completely irritated me. You even forced me to use a drop of essence blood. Orochi will tear you apart bit by bit and turn you into its snack …"
"You talk too much nonsense."
Ding Ning's voice suddenly came again, which made Xiahou Weiyang and Qu Wuyou, who almost couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Then, everyone saw that the crazily surging black gas quickly gathered in Ding Ning's direction like a whale sucking in water. The black gas kept disappearing, and a proud figure gradually appeared. Who else could it be but Ding Ning?
However, what surprised everyone was that there was a small black eight-headed snake coiled around his hand. It was like a docile pet, and its face was full of flattery as it flicked its tongue. There was no trace of its previous ferocious aura.
"No, it's impossible. Puff!"
Miyamoto Akihiro roared in disbelief. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his momentum quickly weakened. He didn't know whether it was because he was angry or because the spiritual connection between him and Orochi was cut off.
"You're just a snake spirit. How dare you call yourself Orochi?"
Ding Ning played with the spirit in his hand and said disdainfully. He looked at Miyamoto Akihiro as if he was looking at a naked beauty, full of passion.
He didn't expect that Fuso's spirit server was a spirit, which had the same origin as the small ghost head. It could be used as one of the nine ghosts. Therefore, although he could easily kill Miyamoto Akihiro at this moment, he didn't do it. He hoped that Miyamoto Akihiro could release more spirit servers, so that he wouldn't have to look for ghost heads everywhere.
"Die, die for me!"
Akiho Miyamoto was very cooperative. He roared with red eyes. His body emitted a monstrous black gas, and a black shadow pounced on Ding Ning like lightning.
Ding Ning showed a strange expression and said in surprise, "It's a dog."
Miyamoto Akiho, who was using all his strength to control his shikigami, almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Unable to restrain his anger, he shouted, "What kind of dog is this? This is Daitengu!"
"Daitengu is also a dog."
Ding Ning said in a disdainful voice, "You look so ugly and not majestic at all. How can I take you out for a walk in the future?"
Miyamoto Akiho was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. His hair stood on end as he roared like a madman, "Bite it to death! Bite it to death!"
Before Ding Ning could even move, a human-like look of disdain flashed across the eyes of the little black snake. Like a bolt of lightning, it leaped towards the Daitengu. The mouth on one of its heads suddenly opened, turning into a huge bloody mouth that swallowed the aggressive Daitengu in one gulp. It even let out a satisfied burp before jumping back onto Ding Ning's body, rubbing itself against Ding Ning's arm as if it was taking credit for its success.
Ding Ning said unhappily, "That is my dog. Spit it out for me."
The little black snake was like a little wife who had been bullied. It opened its mouth and spat out the Daitengu unwillingly.
Ding Ning ignored it. He grabbed the neck of the confused Daitengu, who had not figured out what was going on. A fluorescent light flashed on his hand, and a moment later, the Daitengu retracted its ferocious look and turned into a pocket-sized puppy. It lowered its head and started to act cute like a pet.
Akihiro Miyamoto's face turned green. He thought that Ding Ning had used some secret method to cut off the connection between him and Orochi. As long as he killed Ding Ning, he would be able to take back the control of Orochi. He did not expect that Orochi would betray him and help Ding Ning to deal with him.
With great interest, Ding Ning watched the black pocket-sized puppy the size of a ping-pong ball stick out its tongue to lick his palm. He looked at Akiho Miyamoto expectantly and said, "Do you have more? Go on."
"Good, good. I didn't expect there to be a Onmyoji in China. Do you really think that Orochi is my strongest shikigami?"
Akihiro Miyamoto's heart was bleeding. He stared at Ding Ning viciously and said while gritting his teeth.
Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and said with great interest, "Is there a stronger one? Let me see."
"This is the strongest shikigami that my Miyamoto family worships. Since you want to see it, I will satisfy you."
A ruthless look flashed in Akihiro Miyamoto's eyes.
He had no way to control the strongest inherited shikigami of his family. Once he let it out, even he would die. However, he had no way out. Even if he had to die together with Ding Ning, he would not allow Orochi and Daitengu to be taken away by the Shina people.
A terrifying aura filled the air and a bloody mist surged, wrapping Akihiro Miyamoto in it. Orochi and Daitengu looked terrified. They lay on Ding Ning's hand and trembled.
Ding Ning's calm expression turned serious. If Orochi and Daitengu were little ghosts, then what Akihiro Miyamoto was about to release was definitely a ferocious ghost.
"Who disturbed me when I was in deep sleep?"
A very pleasant female voice echoed in the sky. However, the voice was extremely cold. It made people feel as if the surrounding temperature had dropped by dozens of degrees.
"It's your servant, Akihiro Miyamoto of the Miyamoto family. He is in trouble and wants to ask for your help."
Akihiro Miyamoto bowed 90 degrees and said humbly.
"Miyamoto family?"
The female voice seemed to be immersed in her memories. After a while, she said calmly, "Then you should know the rules."
"Of course, I know!"
Akihiro Miyamoto took out a katana without hesitation and cut off one of his arms.
Something strange happened. The severed arm didn't fall to the ground due to gravity. Instead, it floated in the air. With a bang, it turned into a bloody mist and quickly condensed into an illusory figure of a woman.
However, the aura that the woman emitted was extremely terrifying. It was as if there was no limit to it. Even Sword God Yagyu had a look of fear on his face.
Ding Ning's gaze froze. He stared at the illusory figure of the woman in shock. Is this damned woman a shikigami? She's clearly the remnant soul of a super strong cultivator.
The woman's aura gradually stopped at the pinnacle of the Holy Martial Arts Realm. She said coldly, somewhat displeased, "It's not enough. I can't even recover one ten-thousandth of my strength."
Akihiro Miyamoto's face turned green again. He finally understood why his family's ancestor had repeatedly warned him not to summon the strongest shikigami unless the Miyamoto family was facing a life-and-death crisis.
This kind of shikigami couldn't be controlled by humans at all. She could turn on her master at any time and devour him until not even his bones were left.
However, under the cold gaze of the shikigami, he didn't dare to have any thoughts of refusing. He clenched his teeth and chopped off his left leg with his katana.
Bang!
The leg instantly turned into a bloody mist and was absorbed by the female shikigami. Her figure quickly solidified, and the corresponding aura also became more and more terrifying.
"This … This is … Snow … Snow Lady?"
A Japanese martial artist rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Looking at the naked, flawless and beautiful figure, he murmured in a low voice, "How can a Snow Lady be red? This is completely different from the records. "
"This … This is a mutated Blood Lady."
Another martial artist, who was more experienced and knowledgeable, said with a face full of fear. His teeth were chattering.
The martial artists who had heard of the Blood Lady turned pale. An old man among them cursed in fear, "Is Akihiro Miyamoto crazy? He actually dares to summon the Blood Lady. Once the Blood Lady appears, she won't stop until she drinks the blood of three thousand people. "
"Not enough, not enough."
The Blood Lady didn't seem to care who had summoned her. She looked around coldly, and no one dared to meet her gaze.
That was because her gaze was too cold. She was as cold as a goddess from the Nine Heavens, looking down on lowly ants. Everyone felt as if their souls had been frozen, and their bodies and limbs felt cold.
Even Sword God Yagyu was no exception. Not only did he not dare to meet her gaze, but he even took a few steps back without batting an eyelid. He was actually planning to slip away.
It was obvious that he had heard of the legend of the Blood Lady. He had originally thought that it was just someone who had nothing better to do.
However, her aura had increased to the point where he couldn't see through it. He was already scared out of his wits, and he decided to leave this place immediately.
"I …"
Akihiro Miyamoto's face was pale. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears. He had thought that he would be the first to suffer after summoning a great killing weapon.
"Hmm!"
The Blood Lady snorted coldly. She waved her hand, and Akihiro Miyamoto's entire body shattered with a bang. He turned into a cloud of blood mist, which was absorbed by the Blood Lady.
Even though she was completely naked and was as beautiful as a person from a painting, there was no alluring expression on her face. There was only boundless fear in their hearts.
"Run!"
The old man who had scolded Akihiro Miyamoto earlier could no longer resist the fear in his heart. He screamed and ran away as if he had lost his mind.
As soon as he ran, the Japanese martial artists, who were already filled with fear, didn't dare to stay any longer. With a boom, they scattered in all directions, wishing that their parents had given them two more legs.
Sword God Yagyu had already made up his mind to escape. Seeing that everyone had fled and attracted the Blood Lady's attention, he couldn't care less about the challenge anymore. With a swoosh, he disappeared on the spot.
Nodera Hachiaki knew that Sword God Yagyuu would not let him off the hook after he rejected the challenge. So, while Akihiro Miyamoto's attack attracted everyone's attention, Nodera Hachiaki snuck away quietly.
However, he didn't dare to make any big movements because he was afraid of being discovered by Sword God Yagyu. He estimated that no one would catch up to him. Just as he was about to make a run for it, he heard the sound of something slicing through the air behind him.
He was scared out of his wits. He turned his head in a panic and realized that it was Sword God Yagyu. He was so scared that his entire body was trembling. He thought to himself in despair, 'Am I, the son of the Emperor Immortal, going to die in the hands of this mortal ant?'
However, the next moment, he realized that Sword God Yagyu had dashed past him as if he didn't see him at all.
Nodera Hachiaki was dumbfounded. He thought to himself, 'What's going on? Did I suddenly gain the Special Ability of Invisibility, and Sword God Yagyu can't see me at all?'
Before he could figure out what was going on, a fiery red figure whizzed past him.
"F * ck, it's a naked beauty. Wait for me, beauty. Add me on WeChat. Let's be friends."
Without the threat of death, the number one playboy in the Celestial World immediately regained his composure. He yelled and chased after her.
Ding Ning, who was observing everything with his divine senses, had an extremely strange expression on his face. 'Who exactly is this guy? He's f * cking awesome. He's practically using his life to pick up girls.'
He believed that if this guy saw that the people who had escaped were now dead and had become nourishment for that woman, he would definitely run as far away as he could, let alone pick up girls.
"Hey, brother, you're really fast. I had to hurry to catch up to you."
At that moment, a panting voice was heard. A young man who was dressed very unconventionally ran over while panting. Ignoring the strange expressions on Xiahou Weiyang and the rest, he extended his hand enthusiastically and introduced himself. "My name is Yang Qiyuan. I usually like to do cool running."
"Cool running?"
The corner of Ding Ning's mouth twitched, and he was dumbfounded. "This guy must be a f * cking awesome to be able to run so fast while doing cool running."
"Hey, I'm not bragging. I've been doing cool running for many years, and I've never met an opponent in the entire Qingjiang Province. Only you can convince me. This speed is absolutely not fake. Let's be friends and have a good exchange."
Yang Qiyuan bent over and put his hands on his knees. Panting, he said enthusiastically.
Ding Ning looked at him with a strange expression. "Yang Qiyuan?"
"Well, yes, my name is Yang Qiyuan. What about you? What's your name? "
Yang Qiyuan said happily.
"Who is Yang Qifei to you?"
Ding Ning asked abruptly.
Ding Ning thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. After he introduced himself, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen him before, but this guy looked similar to Yang Qifei.
"That's my elder brother, uh … oh no."
Yang Qiyuan didn't expect Ding Ning to know his elder brother. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten about Chen Xiaolu. He patted his head in annoyance and turned to run.
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