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"Damn it, who attacked me sneakily?"
Ding Ning cursed angrily. Only then did he realize that many figures were flying towards him. They were releasing firework-like spells towards him from afar.
The terrifying power was earth-shattering, and it was filled with a destructive aura. Even though he was high up in the sky, it caused the surface of the sea below to shake, and huge waves were formed, as if the sea was roaring.
"Damn it."
Ding Ning was scared out of his wits, and he could not help but curse. Without hesitation, he forcibly changed the direction of his fall, and instantly left his original path behind him.
Not to mention that he was only a Demigod, even if he was at the Peak Divine Transformation Stage, he would be turned into ashes under the concentrated attack of thousands of spells.
Boom!
Although the attack missed, the space that was hit was like a broken mirror, and dense spider-web-like cracks appeared. Countless cracks in the space emitted a terrifying aura.
Ding Ning secretly broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he ran away quickly, otherwise, he would have been smashed into pieces by this attack, and there would have been no chance of survival.
This made him feel very emotional. It was definitely true that ants could kill an elephant when there were enough of them.
Thousands of Saint Martial Arts Masters and even Demigods attacked without coordination, and a concentrated attack could have the terrifying power to kill a Peak Divine Transformation Stage.
If well-trained cultivators cooperated with each other and sealed the space in advance so that he could not teleport, he would have died without a doubt when he was caught off guard.
He could not be blamed for letting his guard down. He really did not expect these enemies to come so quickly. Moreover, he could not be distracted because he was dealing with the Heavenly Tribulation, and all his aura was blocked by the Heavenly Way in the Thunderbolt Pool, so he did not notice anything at all.
Of course, the biggest possibility was that the Heavenly Way was a narrow-minded guy. He felt unhappy after being extorted, so he did not give him any warning, and took the opportunity to take revenge on him.
However, this was not important. Ding Ning looked at the dense crowd rushing towards him crazily, and the second wave of spells began to be prepared. Without saying anything, he turned around and fled.
Even he didn't dare to fight against the encirclement of thousands of experts above the Saint Martial Arts Realm. Moreover, he didn't know if there were any strange treasures in the hands of so many people. If they sealed the space, he would be done for.
Just as he teleported a hundred meters away, he heard a loud shout, "Everyone, what are you waiting for? Seal the space and prevent this evil thief from escaping."
"Space Swamp."
An old man with white hair and beard held a broken small tower in his hand, which was emitting specks of spiritual light. An invisible force descended from the sky, making Ding Ning feel as if he had fallen into a swamp. Even the air became viscous.
Teleportation was instantly restricted.
However, he did not panic. Although his teleportation was restricted, he still had the Sky Roc's Extreme Speed. Even though his speed had been reduced by half, it was still not something that these people could compare to. By the time they caught up, he would have already rushed out of the spatial swamp.
However, he had still underestimated this group of people's determination to kill him. A man in a long robe holding a golden bell flew over, muttering an incantation and forming a seal with his hands. With a wave of his sleeves, the golden bell appeared in his hand. "Spatial Oscillation."
Dang!
The golden bell suddenly rose into the sky and rang without any wind. A deafening bell sound exploded in Ding Ning's mind, making him tremble all over and have a splitting headache. His entire spirit was almost shaken out of his body by the bell sound.
That was not all. A Japanese woman in a kimono had a look of hatred on her face as she screamed, "Shikigami, Ghost Cry!"
Before she finished speaking, the woman was shrouded by the black smoke that rose to the sky. The thick black smoke instantly condensed into a huge ghost head. Its scarlet eyes stared at Ding Ning, revealing a look of greed.
It opened its huge mouth and let out a deafening roar. Countless plumes of black smoke filled the air, covering the sky. Mournful ghostly wails and wolf howls rang out incessantly, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Ding Ning
His face was deathly pale, and a strong sense of life and death crisis arose in his heart. This ghostly cry could actually penetrate his mind and directly suppress his divine soul, causing his strength and vitality to rapidly drain away. Although it wouldn't be a problem in the short term, as time passed, he would inevitably become extremely weak.
No, he had to rush out as soon as possible and kill these guys who could seal the space. Otherwise, when everyone rushed over and focused fire on him, he would become a live target.
Ding Ning's face was solemn. His auric flame blood instantly boiled, and his body expanded wildly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a towering giant that was hundreds of feet tall. He suddenly punched out and let out a furious roar, "Break for me!"
Crack!
The sound of glass shattering rang out, and the ghostly wails stopped abruptly. The huge ghost head became a bit more illusory, and the Japanese woman suffered a backlash. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face was deathly pale.
The light of the small tower and the golden bell dimmed, and they fell from the sky as if they had lost their spiritual power. The old man and the long-robed man did not fare well either. They both spat out a mouthful of blood, and their auras weakened.
"Good stuff. It's a waste of God's gifts to fall into your hands."
Ding Ning only felt at ease all over his body, and the pressure around him disappeared. He took a step forward, laughed, and stretched out his giant hand to grab the small tower and the golden bell.
Although he had forged many spiritual tools, and even divine tools, he had never seen a spatial spiritual tool like the small tower and the golden bell. If he could study them, with his attainments in space, he might be able to imitate a spatial spiritual tool.
"You want my treasure to open the door? Dream on."
When the old man saw that Ding Ning wanted to snatch the treasure, his face suddenly changed, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "Explode!"
Boom!
The pagoda exploded without warning, its terrifying power shaking the heavens and the earth. Even though Ding Ning had transformed into a giant and had a body comparable to an Immortal, his entire right arm was still blasted into a bloody mess, and even the white bones could be seen clearly. He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air from the pain. He couldn't even maintain the state of auric flame blood, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the size of a normal person.
All this took a long time to describe, but in fact, it all happened in a flash. The man in robe was a little hesitant to blow up the golden bell. At this moment, seeing that Ding Ning's right hand had been blown into pieces, he was instantly delighted. He made a gesture with his hands and shouted, "Suppress demons and slay demons."
The dim golden bell instantly burst into a dazzling light, and made a deafening bell sound.
The bell sound contained a trace of Dao Rhythm, which turned into a ripple-like sound wave that swept towards Ding Ning.
Ding Ning operated his Five Elements Body, and his broken hand instantly recovered to its original state. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his heart thumped. He did not expect this golden bell to be a broken dao tool. Although it had fallen in rank, it still had power no less than a divine tool. This was truly a good thing.
However, the power of a divine tool was not something he could easily resist at his current level. Without hesitation, he took out an ancient mirror. It was the ancient mirror that he had obtained from Ash Eighteen.
An ancient mirror that could be carried by an immortal emperor like Ash Eighteen was not an ordinary treasure. Although Ding Ning was not strong enough to completely refine this ancient mirror, he could just barely use one of its basic abilities.
That was, it could reflect any power that did not exceed the upper limit of the ancient mirror. Its level had definitely reached the level of a divine tool.
A faint cyan light flashed, and the wave-like sound ripples that were visible to the naked eye instantly rolled back and bombarded the long-robed man's body with lightning speed.
"Ah!"
The long-robed man only had time to let out a shrill scream before his whole body seemed to be eroded by the wind. His flesh was peeled off layer by layer, and he instantly turned into ashes.
"Gulp!"
The old man swallowed in horror. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Ding Ning, but then they were filled with greed. He moved like lightning to grab the ownerless golden bell.
"You dare to steal my things? You must be tired of living."
Ding Ning sneered. In terms of speed, he had never admired anyone in the world. Even though the old man was extremely close to the golden bell, and even used all his strength, he was still as slow as a snail in Ding Ning's eyes.
He took a step forward, and with a flash, he had already grabbed the golden bell in his hand. Then, he slapped the old man's head.
"Save me!"
Feeling the terrifying power in Ding Ning's palm, the old man was scared out of his wits, and he cried for help loudly.
At this moment, the Japanese woman had already recovered. Although she had no friendship with the old man, the enemy of an enemy was a friend. Hearing this, she pointed without hesitation, "Shikigami — Ghost Burial."
The huge ghost head suddenly let out a loud roar, and thick black gas filled the air. In an instant, it turned into countless small ghost heads, which let out shrill screams and rushed straight to Ding Ning.
Ding Ning did not dare to underestimate it. He had no choice but to let go of the old man. Suddenly, he had an idea. He poured spiritual power into the ancient mirror and shone it at the small ghost heads all over the sky.
The faint cyan light flickered, and the countless ghost heads were shrouded by the cyan light. The scarlet in their eyes faded away quickly, and they regained a trace of clarity. They let out angry roars. In Ding Ning's astonishment, they were full of resentment and fell back into the body of the Japanese woman, crazily biting her soul.
"Ah!"
The Japanese woman let out an earth-shattering scream, and her whole body quickly shriveled and withered as if it was shrinking. The beautiful woman, who was still a middle-aged woman, turned into a skinny old woman in the blink of an eye.
"What is this?" "Did she suffer from the backfire?"
Ding Ning did not expect the ancient mirror to have such an effect. He murmured in disbelief.
However, he immediately realized that he was wrong. Those little ghosts instantly devoured the Fusang woman's Divine Soul. After she died, they turned into wisps of black smoke and drilled out. Then, the black smoke dissipated, and clear phantoms of five or six years old children appeared. A rough count showed that they were half male and half female.
These children bowed to Ding Ning with gratitude and relief in their eyes, and then disappeared in the air with the wind.
Ding Ning's heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. Hundreds of innocent children were refined alive by that Fusang woman into shikigami. They deserved to die a thousand times for their crimes.
Although he had always believed in death and never advocated whipping corpses to vent his anger, at this moment, he was really irritated by the vicious Japanese woman. With red eyes, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the air. The Japanese woman's body, which was falling to the sea, floated into his hand.
"Thunder Devour!"
Thunder snakes and electric arcs danced wildly, instantly turning the Japanese woman's body into ashes.
Ding Ning casually threw the ashes into the sea. Looking at the back of the old man who was running for his life, the suppressed anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed. He stretched out his hand and shouted softly, "Listen to the Thunder in the Silence!"
Boom!
The old man's figure suddenly exploded. Instantly, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and he died without a complete corpse.
Hiss!
The people from the various enemy forces who were rushing over in a threatening manner all sucked in a breath of cold air. This strange method made everyone feel fear, and they subconsciously slowed down their pace.
"He is only one person, no matter how powerful he is, let's kill him together."
An encouraging voice suddenly sounded in the crowd. Although this person hid behind the crowd after he finished speaking, how could he hide from Ding Ning's spiritual sense. It was the black-clothed young man, Huangfu Jingran.
"Yes, he is only one person, and he is injured. Let's go together and kill him."
"Kill, if we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to kill him in the future."
"Yes, don't be afraid, let's go together."
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