The moment Su Ming pressed his finger on the pupil of his left eye, the world in Su Ming's left eye turned red. As his hand passed over his right eye, Su Ming's entire world suddenly turned into blood red.
Bright as blood, burning like fire!
The moment Su Ming unfolded the blood fire, a thick flame burst out from Su Ming's body. This flame did not have the momentum of the huge sea of fire palm in the sky, but it filled Su Ming's whole body.
, made Su Ming's hair flutter, and when he stood there and looked up, he actually gave people a sense of perseverance as if he was facing the collapse of the earth without showing any movement.//**//
"I am a descendant of Huo Man, and I know how to worship the moon!" Su Ming stood there, raised his hands, clasped his fists towards the ninth month in the sky, and bowed suddenly.
With this bow, the ninth month in the sky became distorted, and there seemed to be overlapping shadows next to it!
The palm of the sea of fire roaring toward Su Ming trembled even more, as if it could not bear Su Ming's bow, and actually showed signs of extinguishing as it approached.
The people from the Golden Thread Clan of the Bat Saint Clan not far away were dumbfounded at this moment. Their minds were roaring, showing unbelievable horror. He knew how powerful Su Ming was. Logically speaking, no matter what magical powers Su Ming deployed to fight against
, he would not have such continuous changes in his expression, but he never expected that Su Ming used the same moon worship technique as his to fight against the sea of fire!!
This was something he could not have expected. It almost overturned his thoughts. This art of worshiping the moon is a direct inheritance method of their Bat Saint clan. Only the people of the Golden Thread clan can master it. It is simply difficult for outsiders to master it.
get.
This is the method enshrined by their Bat Saint Clan, the Moon Ancestor, who personally handed it down. It is the holy art of their Bat Saint Clan!!
But at this moment, in front of him, he saw Su Ming perform it with his own eyes. Even when Su Ming performed this technique, the people of the Golden Thread Tribe of the Bat Saint Clan had the illusion that this Moon Worship Technique was being performed by Su Ming.
, more orthodox than myself!!
You must know that to perform this technique, he needs to borrow the power of the Moon Ancestor, which cannot be done by hand. And the most important thing is that he can only worship the moon and cannot ignite blood and fire!!
The blood and fire are burning. Among their clan, only the great elders and clan leaders can be given the practice method by the Yue Ancestor. This is the most powerful technique in their lineage of the Bat Saint Clan.
If that was all, what made the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan feel like his will was about to collapse was the aura emanating from Su Ming's body after he launched the Overlay of Blood and Fire and bowed to the sky for the ninth month.
And the feeling actually made the people of the Golden Thread tribe feel as if they were facing the statue of their holy ancestor on Wanli Mountain, feeling awe and fear deep in their hearts.//
"Who are you? Who are you? Why do you know the skills passed down by our Bat Saint Clan, Yue Ancestor!!" The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan roared as if he was about to collapse, and he quickly retreated backwards.
"The art of worshiping the moon that you mentioned is the direct descendant of the Fire Barbarian clan. Who are you?" Su Ming looked coldly and took a step forward. His consciousness suddenly dispersed, forming a coercive pressure.
The momentum of the blood and fire ignited directly towards the Golden Thread Tribe people.
"I am the Bat Saint Clan..." The Golden Thread Clan member was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Su Ming's words.
"I am the direct descendant of the art of worshiping the moon. I am the only fire barbarian in the world. You come to ask me?" Su Ming sneered and the words came out with pressure.
"The appearance of the bat saints is very similar to that of Yue Yi. I would like to know how you are related to Yue Yi?" Su Ming took a step forward.
"Who is the Moon Ancestor you are talking about, and how did he know this technique?" Su Ming spoke one after another, not giving the Golden Thread Tribe people who were retreating step by step much time to think. With his powerful spiritual consciousness, he
Turning out the pressure, the Golden Thread clansman was in a state of confusion and kept asking questions!
"Why did your bat saint clan worship this so-called Yue Ancestor?"
"The fire barbaric technique you have cultivated is not comprehensive, but only part of it. Can you ignite blood and fire?"
"You have practiced the fire barbaric technique, and yet you dare to use it in front of me. Not to mention overestimating your own capabilities. Who told you to go out in such a big way?" After Su Ming asked several different words in a row, his voice suddenly became louder.
, almost like thunder, asked a question!
"Who asked you to come?!" Su Ming's words were like the roar of thunder, causing the consciousness of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan who had been oppressed by Su Ming's continuous questions and spiritual consciousness to finally collapse.
"It's Yue Zu..." He staggered back, his mind buzzing. Su Ming's thunderous words made him feel that he had to answer. It seemed that there was a will coming down on him, making him
He couldn't resist.
"Where is Yuezu!" Su Ming stepped forward again, his voice even louder.
"Wanli Mountain..."
"When will I be enshrined by your clan!" Su Ming kept approaching, his voice getting louder and louder, causing the golden thread clansman's will to collapse and blood to flow from his seven orifices.
"A long, long time... I don't know... ah..." The Golden Thread tribesman finally couldn't bear it and let out a shrill scream. He pressed his head with both hands and galloped back, screaming and whirling.
His eyes were blurred, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth. Su Ming's voice kept echoing in his mind, getting louder and louder, as if his mind was about to collapse.
Su Ming stopped and glanced at the bat saint who was stumbling back. He withdrew his savage aura after his spiritual consciousness and blood and fire were ignited. He raised his right hand and waved towards the golden thread clansman. With this wave, he immediately
Behind the Jinxian tribesman whose consciousness collapsed, a huge phantom suddenly appeared. This phantom was a Zhujiuyin beast!
It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the Golden Thread tribesman into its mouth with a fierce swallow. The shadow dissipated and turned into a small snake. It went straight to Su Ming, coiled around his shoulders, and occasionally spit out the core.
Su Ming frowned and stood in mid-air thinking for a moment.
"It's not the wind...According to what the Bat Saint said, this so-called Moon Ancestor has been enshrined for a long, long time. The time is somewhat incompatible, but the specifics will depend on the time of the immortal world, and the outside world has passed.
How many years.
Wanli Mountain..." As Su Ming pondered, he felt that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was familiar. As he was thinking, Su Ming turned around and walked towards the valley where the Wu Clan was.
Until he saw the valley where the Wu tribe lived in the distance, he still never thought why Wanli Mountain was familiar, but he was sure that he had never heard the name of this mountain.
When Su Ming returned to the valley, he received a grand welcome. All the remaining members of the Witch Clan walked out of the cave. After seeing Su Ming, everyone knelt down and worshiped.
"We, the abandoned people, call ourselves the Ming Clan and pay our respects to Lord Mosu!"
Hundreds of people knelt and worshiped, and hundreds of voices merged together to form a swirling sound wave. This voice revealed a sincerity and gratitude, and even more fanatical reverence.
For them, Su Ming's appearance was like a beacon in the darkness, like a glimmer of hope in despair.
Su Ming's body slowly fell from the air and stood in front of the group of people who claimed to be from the Ming Clan. He looked at this group of ragged, mostly skinny people and saw the excitement and respect in their eyes.
"Why do you call yourself a clan member?" Su Ming asked calmly.
"Abandoned by the Wu Clan, with no future and no hope, it is better to create your own future and control your own hope, just like you control your own destiny, so... call yourself the Ming Clan!" Nangong Hen also half-knelt there, raised his head at this moment, and spoke firmly
.
Su Ming was silent and looked at this man again. In the eyes he saw, in addition to enthusiasm and respect, there was also a kind of flame-like persistence. This persistence was the desire to control one's own destiny and the desire to be the one who determines the fate.
The strong ones let the Witch Clan who abandoned them know that they... will no longer need anyone's mercy and rescue. They are the Ming Clan!
There are very few old people among these people. Apart from the adults, most of them are a group of young children. These children were born here. In their minds, the Wu clan is just a name. They have grown up witnessing the death of their clan members since they were young.
Although they were still children, they looked at Su Ming with the same fanatical reverence and full of persistence!
This is a species that was forced out by fate. This is a species that has no connection with the Witch Clan from now on, and has a will of its own that even the Witch Clan does not possess!
This will is still weak now, but if the Ming clan is given enough time to grow, once this will finally grows, this species will become extremely terrifying!
"We are willing to serve Lord Mo as our master, and from now on we will only obey Lord Mo's orders!" When Nangong Hen gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice, all the clan members behind him who were kneeling and worshiping there all heard the same voice.
"We are willing to live with Mo Zun and obey your orders!"
This sound is like the surging waves, echoing in all directions and lingering for a long time.
"If the Ming Clan has a master, can it still be called the Ming Clan?" Su Ming was silent, and after a while he slowly opened his mouth.
"We are willing to worship Mo Zun as the Holy Spirit, and we are willing to enshrine Mo Zun's holy image forever and ever, for generations to come!" Nangong Hen paused, and then spoke again.
"How many years have passed since I disappeared?" Su Ming avoided Nangong Hen's request and asked the question he wanted to know.
"Fifteen years have passed since Mo Zun disappeared..." Nangong Hen said in a low voice.
"Wicheng City has turned into ruins, and the terrain has changed within a million miles. If you are left here, will the other people from the past leave? What has happened here in the past fifteen years?" Su Ming looked solemnly, looking at
Xiangnan Gonghen, this is his ultimate goal of coming to this valley!
Nangong Hen looked bitter, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.
"Fifteen years ago, three months after Mo Zun disappeared..." Nangong Hen just said this. Suddenly, the little snake on Su Ming's shoulder suddenly raised his head, and his closed eyes suddenly opened and closed, revealing
At the same time as the cold light came out, he let out a sharp roar, and his eyes were ferocious. What he was looking at was a sealed cave in this valley!