Su Ming's figure appeared in the mid-air of the island. He looked at the people on the island. Their faces were somewhat familiar to Su Ming. These people were members of the Ming clan in the Nine Yin Realm.
Seeing them, a smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He swayed, looking at the light curtain as if it were nothing, penetrated the light curtain, and walked into the island.
His arrival did not attract the slightest attention from the people worshiping the statue in the valley. Su Ming stood on a rock on the island and looked at the statue worshiped by the people in the valley not far away.
Although the statue was blurry, he could still recognize it at a glance. It was him.
"The Ming Clan..." Deep in Su Ming's heart, he once again had a deep impression of this ethnic group born in the Nine Yin Realm. It was okay to say that in the Nine Yin Realm, after all, Su Ming was extremely important to them at that time.
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But after they came out, Su Ming actually didn't care whether they abided by the agreement they made back then. But now that he saw these dozen people from the Ming clan still obeying the agreed sacrifices, he was not only deeply impressed by this clan, but also deeply impressed by them.
There is a slightly different feeling.
The words of worship, the word "Mo Zun", and Tianhe Mountain's unforgettable gathering all made Su Ming sigh with emotion and focus his eyes on the statue of himself, just as he was about to walk out.
His brows suddenly frowned, and he jumped over the Ming clan members who continued to worship, and looked at the sky in the distance.
At this moment, hundreds of miles away from the island, in the sky, the man and woman, who were being chased by the old man from the Eastern Wasteland and escaping, had sad expressions on their faces, and there was no trace of the past hatred between the two tribes of witches and barbarians.
"Yamu, what should we do... Ahead is the deserted island of Yi Ze..." The barbarian woman bit her lower lip, her face was pale, and there was blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"Master Zongze and Master Yunlai are still in retreat. Otherwise, how could this person from the Eastern Wilderness Savage Soul Realm be allowed to be arrogant here! If it had been before the catastrophe, this person would have died without a doubt if he dared to come!" That is called
The man in Yamu looked sad. This man was the young man who met Su Ming in Hai Qiu Bu, Yamu!
It's just that he has entered middle age now, and there are some gray hairs on both sides of his temples.
"The people of the Eastern Wilderness Continent have always been arrogant. This person pursued them all the way, but never killed them all. I think it was to attract other people from your and my tribes...
We can't go back to our island, and we can't let the people in the Eastern Wasteland know where we are... Ahead is the Deserted Island, let's go there!" Yamu looked decisive.
"But there are also some people who call themselves the Ming clan living on the deserted island of Yi Ze... We..."
"I can't control that much anymore!" Yamu swayed, changed direction, and headed straight for the deserted island in his memory.
The distance was hundreds of miles. On the premise that the old man and the young man were determined not to pursue too far, Yamu and the woman, after burning a stick of incense, quickly approached the deserted island of Yi Ze, slowly.
In their eyes, a bare island appeared in the sea ahead.
As the two of them approached quickly, when they flew to the island in mid-air, they saw nearly twenty Ming clan members in the light curtain below, and saw that they were worshiping the statue.
This statue was not unfamiliar to them. In fact, they had been here two years ago, trying to persuade the Wu people here to go with them to Nanze Island, which was one of the largest islands here after the catastrophe.
But the indifference of these people towards them made the persuasion fail. In Yamu's view, these people of the Wu Clan are very weird. They call themselves the Ming Clan, and they worship some kind of Mo Zun. That Mo Zun is the statue.
The person who carved.
What made Yamu even more strange was that the person in this statue felt somewhat familiar to him, but because of its roughness and blur, he couldn't identify the source of the familiarity.
It was almost the moment when Yamu and the woman arrived on this deserted island. The two of them did not notice at all that Su Ming was standing on a rock on the island, looking towards them.
"Yamu..." Su Ming felt that the man behind the light screen looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he recognized this person. Similarly, he had also noticed before that the frightened Yamu was hiding behind his expression.
, the old man who was chasing after him.
"Middle stage of wild soul." Su Ming simply stopped walking out, and instead sat cross-legged on the rocks and looked at it calmly.
"Friends of Nanchen from the Ming clan, I am in Xia Yamu. I am a former member of the Haiqiu tribe. I am now a third-order guard envoy on the islands of the Nanze Alliance. I was here two years ago." Yamu outside the light curtain,
Suppressing the panic in his heart, he cupped his fists and bowed to the dozen people on the valley inside the light curtain.
The barbarian woman next to him also clasped her fists.
"At this moment, there is a strong enemy chasing behind the two of us. I also ask all friends of the Ming clan to open the light curtain to allow the two of us to take refuge again..." Yamu said this, feeling that he was going too far. This was tantamount to leading the enemy here.
, but he really has no choice, either he will die, or here, with the help of people from the Ming clan, there may be a glimmer of hope.
As for returning to Nanze Island, he didn't even think about it. He knew very well that the people of the Eastern Wasteland had been looking for an island inhabited by the remnants of the catastrophe for the past two years. Every time they found a place, it was a bloody killing.
As one of the large islands within this area, Nanze Island was covered by the magic of the powerful Wu and Man tribes, so it can be preserved. Outsiders cannot know where the island is, and it even exists in the body of everyone who leaves the island.
Restriction, if someone forcibly searches the memory, the memory will collapse instantly.
"The pursuer comes from the Eastern Wasteland and is my mortal enemy of Nanchen. Anyone who encounters Nanchen will kill and steal their souls... The two of us are also forced to have no choice but to ask friends of the Ming clan to help us. Even if we leave now,
This island has also been exposed..." As Yamu spoke bitterly, everyone in the valley within the light curtain raised their heads one by one and looked at the two of them indifferently.
There was no fear or fear in the expressions of these Ming clan members. The things they had experienced in this life were nothing compared to what they are seeing now.
After all, today's enemies are still humans, not the Bat Saint Tribe, the Floating Tribe, or the Yin Spirit Tribe...
Among these more than ten clans, an old man emerged. This old man's eyes were like lightning. His cultivation level was the same as that of Yamu. He was at the pinnacle of the central witches, and he had half a foot in the ranks of the rear witches.
He first glanced at Yamu and the woman indifferently, then flicked his sleeves and immediately opened a gap in the light curtain below Yamu.
Yamu and the woman did not hesitate, quickly got into the crack, and stepped onto the island. When the light curtain healed again, an old man could be seen in the distant sky, followed by a young man, walking slowly
Coming out of emptiness.
Yamu came to the valley, and at this moment his eyes were scanning the people of the Ming clan around him. Every Ming clan person looked very cold, and when they looked at the two of them, it was as if they were looking at nothingness.
Such a look made the woman beside Yamu subconsciously take a few steps back.
Yamu didn't know much about the Ming clan, but he was a little better than the woman. He knew that every member of this strange clan was a witch clan. They worshiped Lord Mo, and they were unwilling to contact the outside world. They were very closed to themselves.
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Beyond that, he no longer understood.
Facing the indifferent eyes of these Ming clan members, Yamu immediately took a step forward, bowed deeply to the huge statue in front of him, and cupped his fists.
"Junior Nanze Dao Yamu, pays homage to the statue of Lord Mo. May Lord Mo live forever and his spirit never cease!"
The woman next to Yamu also immediately took a few steps forward and bowed in the same way.
Seeing the two of them like this, the expressions of these Ming clan members gradually softened, but they were still cold.
"Mo Zun is not a god, but the god of our clan who is more powerful than the gods. There are only benefits and no harm in worshiping you two." The leader of the people here in the Ming clan, the old man who just spoke, said slowly at this moment.
Yamu didn't agree with this in his heart, but his expression was solemn. Just when he was about to speak, he saw the old man from the Ming clan raised his right hand, and immediately a light flashed in his hand, and a large black bow appeared in an instant.
Among the Ming clan members next to him, a middle-aged man walked out at this moment. There was a thumping sound all over the man's body. When he raised his right hand, a similar big bow was revealed.
Immediately afterwards, the two Yamu people who had never seen the Ming clan take action immediately saw four people walking out of the dozen people. As soon as the auras on these four people dispersed, it was shocking that they were all soul-catchers!
Moreover, he is still a soul-capturing witch, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the central witch. Although he has not yet reached the Great Perfection, the soul-capturing witch is already powerful and rare!
When Yamu was stunned, four people walked out of the dozen people again, standing next to the old man and the middle-aged man holding the big bow respectively. The auras of these four people disappeared, they were spiritual mediums!
"Among the nineteen tribesmen, there are three young people. Among the remaining sixteen, there are four soul collectors, four mediums, and two war witches..." Yamu took a breath, such a combination, and all of them are
Yang Wu, even before the catastrophe, only medium-sized tribes could take out.
But before he could finish taking the breath, he immediately opened his eyes wide because he saw four people walking out of the remaining few people again!
These four people closed their eyes in front of everyone, raised their hands, and a force of anticipation suddenly spread.
"Prediction!!" Yamu subconsciously took a step back, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Four preconceptions, four soul seducers, four mediums, two war witches... among the nineteen people, there is such a strong person!" Yamu knew the power of preconceptions, and now he saw these four preconceptions
Surprisingly, all of them still looked like they were in the late stage of Yang Wu. I couldn't help but be shocked by this.
What makes him even more unbelievable is that these people are still indifferent at this moment, and in that indifference, there is a strong evil spirit. This evil spirit cannot be cultivated overnight, it requires continuous killing.
In the midst of madness, it takes a long time to appear under a special environment!
Especially after Yamu saw that there was such a strong evil spirit in those three children, he suddenly became deeply afraid of this mysterious clan that had suddenly appeared in the past few years.
"Where...are they from?"
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