This is a kind of majesty, a kind of majesty that can collapse the palm with one finger, stop the fighting with one word, and make the people of the bat saint tribe feel horrified with just one look!
"I am also a foreigner." Su Ming raised his head and looked at the bat saints in the sky, and at the top of the sky, the Golden Thread tribesman whose expression changed drastically.
The bloodshed and killings here made Su Ming, who was staying here, look gloomy. If he had come a little later, I'm afraid there would be no survivors here. In this case, he would have to ask questions again.
Take some trouble.
And...Although the people who died were from the Wu tribe, even the people from the Wu tribe looked the same as the barbarians. Although they practiced different techniques, they could still be classified as human races, but these creatures in the sky had the ability to
The bat-like wings obviously belong to other races here.
His expression was very strange, but from Su Ming's point of view, he was vaguely similar to Yue Yi.
With a cold snort, as the expressions of the bat saint clan members changed rapidly, he took a step towards the air. At this moment, a sharp roar came from the mouths of the golden thread clan members of the bat saint clan in the sky.
As it roared, the bat saint clan members around them showed ferocity and madness one by one, and rushed straight towards Su Ming, especially the dozen or so purple line clan members, who were at the forefront and rushed towards Su Ming.
Su Ming's expression was always gloomy, and his whole body was filled with golden light. He did not use any magical powers, but raised his right hand to make a fist and punched forward!
Sixty percent of the bones in his body are now barbaric bones. As for the strength of his own cultivation, Su Ming can only make a general judgment without detailed comparison. At this moment, these people from the Bat Saint Clan can be used to verify his strength.
The power of cultivation.
This punch hit the void, and the whole world roared instantly. The golden light of Su Ming's body was suddenly dazzling, as if it had turned into a sun. The moment the punch was struck, a crack appeared in the void, and a huge formation formed.
A huge black hole vortex, the vortex went straight forward. Every member of the bat saint tribe who came into contact with this vortex, one by one, screamed in agony, their bodies were violently sucked in, and they were directly crushed and collapsed in the screams.
Su Ming took a step forward. The moment the step fell, the heaven and earth shook. Space cracks appeared directly in the void under Su Ming's feet, as if they could not bear it. When they spread towards the surroundings, the more than ten purple lines
The clansmen are already approaching.
Su Ming did not dodge. He moved the finger of his right hand in front of him and directly pointed at a purple-threaded bat clan member. The purple-threaded bat clan member roared and pressed Su Ming's finger with his right hand, relying on his strong physical strength.
After resisting, the five fingers of his left hand turned into claws and he grabbed Su Ming's chest.
He was already prepared, prepared for half of his body to collapse. If he thought about it, even if half of his body collapsed, he would still hurt the other party. However, what he didn't expect was that between his right hand and Su
The moment Ming's fingers touched it, he immediately felt an indescribable force explode directly from his right hand. In just a moment, he lost consciousness and sank permanently.
To outsiders, this Purple Line tribesman's whole body suddenly exploded with a single point from Su Ming, turning into a large piece of flesh and blood. It seemed that the power contained in Su Ming's finger was enough to destroy the world.
.
Killing a Purple Thread Clan member with one finger, this scene did not happen slowly but in an instant. It was so fast that the pupils of the Golden Thread Bat Clan's eyes suddenly shrank. After seeing it, the Witch Clan people below burst out.
Strong cheers.
But the cheers came to an abrupt halt just as they were heard, because the people from the Witch Clan below saw with their own eyes that one of the Purple Line Clan members had died, and the rest were approaching the golden figure in their eyes in an instant.
They all attacked together, hitting the golden figure.
Su Ming did not dodge and allowed the attacks from the Purple Line Bats to fall on him. The Purple Line Bats all had ferocious looks on their faces, showing crazy murderous intentions, but their ferocity and murderous intentions were stopped instantly.
"Too weak." Su Ming shook his head. His body was so strong at the moment that he didn't feel much about these attacks. He just had a slight surge of energy and blood. He took a deep breath, and all the bones in his body violently attacked.
All the power was unleashed. This was the power of Su Ming's bone sacrifice. This was the strongest power contained in his body at this moment!
The moment this force burst out, Su Ming's body was covered with hundreds of feet of gold. With roars and screams, he saw the purple-threaded bats that had just attacked Su Ming spurting out blood one by one, and their bodies moved toward him.
He rolled back and his body even collapsed.
Su Ming's expression was as usual. He raised his right hand and grasped it in the air. Immediately, a purple-threaded bat clan retreated straight towards Su Ming uncontrollably. Su Ming grabbed him by the neck and gently
As soon as he pinched it, the whole body of the bat clan member immediately roared, he fell down and died.
"So fragile and vulnerable." Su Ming let go of his hand, and when the body of the purple-thread bat clan fell to the ground, Su Ming raised his head and looked at the gloomy-looking golden thread clan member of the bat saint clan at the highest point in the sky.
The words spoken at this moment are exactly the same as what the Golden Thread Bat Clan said to the Ming Clan just now.
The hundreds of Bat Saint clan members who were about to rush forward all around looked horrified and backed away with strong fear. No one dared to take another half step forward.
"Who are you!" This member of the Golden Thread Tribe of the Bat Saint Tribe said gloomily.
Although Su Ming was looking up from below, it gave the Golden Thread tribesman the illusion that he was being looked down upon, which shocked him deeply. The appearance of Su Ming and the astonishing momentum and killing power he exuded made this man feel shocked.
The Golden Thread tribesman of the Bat Saint tribe felt as if he was suffocating. One of the reasons why he brought many tribesmen to the valley where the Witch tribe lived was to occupy the altar here.
But occupying the altar can be advanced or postponed, and this is the junction of the three clans. According to the agreement made by the Yinling clan back then, it is necessary to give the Wu clan a chance of survival.
This is why the Wu Clan can survive to this day. If nothing unexpected happens, the Wu Clan will continue to become weaker and weaker, but it will not be exterminated in a short time, and will only slowly become slaves and prey.
But the reason why he chose to come at this time actually had a deep reason.
This reason is the dissipation of the tenth month.
At the same time that the tenth month dissipated, the remaining four Golden Thread Clans of their entire Bat Saint Clan simultaneously felt the call from their Saint Ancestor.
In that call, a will was clearly expressed, and what existed in that will was the desire for the sacrifice of foreign flesh and blood souls!
This desire may be for a person or a race. The specific expression is a bit vague, which is why the killing just now occurred.
The souls of all those who died were secretly taken away by the bat saints, even the spilled flesh and blood.
But at this moment, with the appearance of Su Ming, and with the sudden change in this kind of killing, the look of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan couldn't help but change drastically. He vaguely felt that what the Saint Ancestor longed for might not be the entire foreign race.
, but a certain strong man from the foreign race!
Su Ming looked calm and ignored the Golden Threads of the Bat Saint Clan. Instead, he turned to look at the hundreds of people from the Wu Clan who were looking at him blankly at this moment. His eyes swept over these people and finally focused on
Nangong Hen's body.
All the wizards who met his eyes were filled with fanaticism and bowed their heads with respectful expressions. Although they did not know that Su Ming was coming, Su Ming's appearance saved them from the crisis, especially
It was Su Ming's move just now that made them even more excited.
The same goes for Nangong Hen. When Su Ming looked at him, Nangong Hen immediately clasped his fists and bowed respectfully to Su Ming.
"Nangong of the Ming clan, I would like to pay my respects to my senior. Thank you very much for saving our clan from danger."
"Brother Nangong from the Ming clan... I haven't seen you for many years. We said goodbye that day, but I didn't expect to meet you now. It feels like we have changed forever." Su Ming spoke slowly, with some emotion.
"Senior is..." Nangong Hen heard Su Ming's words and was completely stunned. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Su Ming carefully. Gradually, his expression changed from confusion to doubt, and then from confusion to doubt.
Doubt turned into hesitation, until finally his expression completely changed, revealing disbelief.
"Mo Su... you... you are Mo Su!!" Nangong Hen stayed there, with a huge wave in his heart, and said in disbelief.
The Su Ming he saw back then was wearing a mask. At this moment, Su Ming's face no longer had the mask, and his true face was revealed. But Su Ming's voice and the words just now were like thunder.
flashed across Nangong Hen's mind.
"I should have thought that when you left the gambling scene with the young man and woman, you should have gone to the burial place of Zhu Jiuyin, and disappeared since then. The tenth month appeared in the sky...
"Nangong Hen's head was buzzing and he muttered to himself.
"Mo Su, he turned out to be Mo Su. I still remember this name. I was there at the gambling conference back then. Those miraculous scenes are still unforgettable!
But he...how did he become so strong now!!"
"I remembered that back then, this person was still fighting against Senior Tiemu, but his cultivation level was just a sorcerer at the beginning, and now... he is so powerful now!"
Waves of uproar came from the mouths of hundreds of witch clansmen. Su Ming's appearance and Su Ming's identity made them unbelievable. The figure in their minds back then and the person who appeared in front of them now could hardly overlap.
Su Ming smiled slightly. He could see Nangong Hen here. In his emotion, he also realized that his years in the Immortal Realm were indeed not synchronized with the outside world. It should not have been too long.
Otherwise, during those thousand-year dream-like years, not only would the outside world be filled with vicissitudes of life, but Nangong Hen would probably have long since become a skeleton destroyed by ashes.
"Mo Su! Very good, what happened today will not end, we still have another day to meet again!" The golden-threaded bat tribe in the sky gritted its teeth, flapped its wings behind its back, and ran straight into the distance.
"Let's go!" Following his words, the bat saints around him all breathed a sigh of relief. Facing Su Ming's terror, they were already trembling with fear. At this moment, they flapped their wings rapidly and wanted to leave here quickly.
"Just leaving like that?" Su Ming turned around and looked coldly at the bat saint clan members who were about to leave.