Su Ming looked at the Ming clan members in the distance with a smile on his face. They had experienced fifteen years of life and death in the Nine Yin Realm, and those who could survive must be the best among ten thousand people.
Although these people have not yet reached the level of Houwu, their special experiences have made their evil spirit and determination surpass that of others. They can rise to the sky, face all powerful beings, and fight for their own destiny.
!
Because they are life clan!
Because their destiny is in their own hands. They don't ask outsiders to save them, they will save themselves!
Because they want everyone in the world to see with their own eyes how the Ming clan born in the Nine Yin Realm can control the future after being abandoned and losing their future!
They are indifferent because the world has abandoned them, so they are indifferent to the world. Their warmth will only be given to their own people, and they will only shed their blood in the war to defend their own destiny!
As time goes by, as the years pass, these people of the Ming clan, when they take that step and reach the post-shaman state, will set off a wave of helplessness to this land and this world.
Describe the storm!
This storm comes from their determination and their desire to control their own destiny after being abandoned!
Su Ming looked at them and vaguely saw himself. He gave up his plan to help. He wanted to see how far the power of the Ming Clan could be extended. This was a battle between the Ming Clan and it was not yet
When he took action.
And as long as he is here, he will not let the people of the Ming clan be put in danger of their lives!
Four premonitions, four soul seducers, four mediums, and two war witches, these fourteen people stood there, the evil aura emanating from their bodies moving to the sky, causing the old man who came from outside the light curtain to suddenly move in his footsteps.
Dayton.
His expression became solemn at this moment, staring at the small island hundreds of feet away. He stared at the dozen or so people on the island who were standing in the valley and looking towards him.
"I didn't expect that in this land of Nanchen, after this catastrophe, there would be such sharp souls... Each of their souls is dozens more than the other souls!" the old man murmured. His eyes flashed,
He took a step towards the island.
The moment this step was taken, the old man flicked his right sleeve, and the seawater below him immediately roared away and splashed around the entire island. It turned into a large number of waves that threatened to submerge the island.
At the same time, from the Dead Sea, between the old man's sleeves, a Dead Sea giant with a height of a hundred feet appeared. This Dead Sea giant seemed to be enslaved by the old man. At this moment, his eyes were blind and his body was roaring.
After jumping up, he headed straight for the island.
Yamu was shocked. He had seen this Dead Sea giant before. It was this ferocious beast in the sea that killed most of the group he led.
The moment he was about to remind these people of the Ming Clan, he saw the eyes of the four prescientists of the Ming Clan closing, and a force belonging to the presupposition suddenly surrounded them. It turned into wisps of breath invisible to the naked eye.
Run towards the two war wizards.
It was at this time that the two war witches of the Ming clan raised their big bows one after another, and at the moment they pulled it apart fiercely, the four soul-catching eyes revealed a faint light, and the clouds in the sky rolled further apart at this moment, falling down.
The rain seemed to condense in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the four mediums stretched out their arms, and as the muttering echoed, from the surrounding Dead Sea and from the island, wisps of dead souls roared out, heading straight for the war witches with their big bows.
With a buzzing sound, the middle-aged war wizard was the first to release the bow in his hand, and a ray of light, like an arrow, roared out of the island's light curtain and headed straight for the Dead Sea giant.
Its speed was so fast that it broke through all the void in an instant, causing a series of cracks to appear in the void. It also contained an indescribable madness and evil spirit, causing the clouds in the sky to roll back a little, and it was instantly connected to that.
The roaring Dead Sea giants met together.
"Tear apart the power of nothingness!!" Yamu was dumbfounded and spoke in a voiceless voice. The barbarian woman next to him was breathing rapidly and looked in disbelief.
The roar reverberated instantly and spread in all directions. The Dead Sea giant let out a scream. Suddenly, most of its body was exploded by the arrow, and it crashed towards the sea.
"What kind of arrow is this?!" The same words came out from the mouths of Yamu, the barbarian woman, and the old man in Donghuang almost at the same time.
Yamu was completely shocked. He could not imagine that on an isolated island, the previously inconspicuous Ming clan actually had such powerful power!
The old man from the Eastern Wasteland was also shocked. You must know that the Dead Sea giant was comparable to the early stage of the wild soul, but under this arrow, he collapsed. Although he did not die, such power was enough to make him shake.
"This is the arrow of the Fate Clan that was created after fighting against the Bat Saint Clan and the Floating Clan for fifteen years and killing countless people!" Su Ming whispered in a low voice.
"My clan will not fight with the outside world. Whether it is Nanchen or Donghuang, this place belongs to my clan and cannot be invaded!" The speaker was the old man who never let go of the big bow in his hand. He looked at the sky.
The old man from Donghuang spoke in a deep voice.
"The Life Clan..." The pupils of the old man's eyes in Donghuang shrank. This was the first time he heard this name. The young man behind him looked pale at the moment, and the arrow he just shot had already frightened him.
"Fortunately, there are only a dozen people in this life clan. If there are hundreds of people...then it will be an extremely terrifying force!" The old man in Donghuang took a deep breath. He could imagine that if an arrow like the one just shot was
Nearly a hundred appeared in a row, so this powerful killing power was enough to compare with the full blow of the late Barbarian Soul.
The old man stared at the man holding the bow on the island. With a flash of his eyes, he sneered and took a step forward, approaching the island in an instant.
"Although the power of this arrow is strong, I want to see if there are any other mysteries about your clan besides this!" As he approached the words, his right hand suddenly raised, and immediately in the sky in front of him,
Roaring and whirling, I saw a landscape of mountains and rivers transforming into reality, sinking violently towards the island.
The old man holding the big bow of the Ming tribe narrowed his eyes and released his hand without hesitation. The buzzing sound reverberated again. Between the sky and the earth, the dim light moved instantaneously. He ignored the illusion of mountains and rivers, but
Go straight to the old man of Donghuang.
As the moment approached, the pupils of the Donghuang old man's eyes contracted. As he raised his right hand, a ring on his finger suddenly burst out with strong light. This light instantly shone in all directions, making it difficult for people to see clearly what was inside.
The light dissipated in just a moment, the arrow of light disappeared, and the old man took three steps back, his face slightly pale.
"What a powerful arrow... If you have reached the level of Houwu, this arrow will seriously injure me, but now..." A murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes, and he raised his right hand, and the illusory mountains and rivers crashed into the island.
On the light curtain.
The light curtain collapsed directly and turned into countless fragments. The island was suddenly without any protection. Yamu's face turned pale, and so did the woman next to him. Despair appeared in their eyes.
In their opinion, although the Ming Clan is strong, this strength has its limits, and they are still unable to resist the old man of Donghuang who is in the middle stage of Barbaric Soul.
But soon the two of them discovered that the expressions of these Ming clan members did not change at all, and they were still indifferent. When the old man let go of his bow and arrow, he raised his right foot and stepped hard towards the earth.
With this step, the entire island shook violently. At the moment when the illusion of the mountains and rivers broke through the light curtain and roared downwards, the psychics and soul-catching tribesmen knelt down and worshiped under Su Ming's statue. They saw a wave of
Thick death energy suddenly condensed from the valley and exploded into the sky.
"Death Qi Impact!" The old man of the Ming Clan spoke slowly. The place where their Ming Clan is located must have strong death Qi. This is their undying tradition in the fifteen years of fighting and confrontation in the Nine Yin Realm.
Therefore, they chose this small island precisely because under this small island, they noticed that they had this death energy. Although it was not as good as the valley in the Nine Yin Realm, it could be released slightly and exert the power of two strikes.
!
This kind of transformation is a unique method of the Ming clan, which they have figured out through life and death.
The death energy rushed out with a bang, heading straight for the illusory mountains and rivers pressing down. At the moment of contact, the roar reverberated violently around, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the death energy dissipated, leaving only the old man of Donghuang in the sky with an incredible look on his face.
There was also the shock in the eyes of the young man next to him.
"The Yin Death Wave...you...where do your life clan come from? It takes up to four years for this island to be formed. In four years, it can transform this place to explode the power of the Yin Death Wave. This is absolutely impossible, even if the Yin Division
Most of them will take ten years to do!" The old man took a few steps back, roared and turned around.
Su Ming looked at the valley where death energy erupted, and heard the words of the old man from Donghuang in mid-air. He suddenly understood the Ming Clan. The Ming Clan was in the valley of the Nine Yin Realm. For fifteen years, they relied on this valley.
All the struggles and resistance, this experience made them good at taking advantage of the terrain.
To be precise, he is good at using death energy!
Since Yamu came to this island, he has been shocked again and again, and it was especially profound at this moment. He stared blankly at the valley, feeling like his hair was crawling in his bones.
The power of the Ming Clan once again exceeded his imagination, and he would not have imagined that after the Ming Clan truly rose and became an unparalleled group in the entire barbarian race and the entire land of the dead, they would have extremely distinctive characteristics!
Their tribe always chooses the valley!
Their weapons always have that amazing big bow!
There is always a strong aura of death under their tribe!
Similarly, their dead tribesmen will always be buried outside the altar opened behind the valley, as part of the death energy, and as a true blessing for their ancestors!!
"Do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, our clan will accompany you to the end! But even if we die in the end, you must always be on guard against people from other tribes of our clan in the future and pursue them life and death!
Because we are the Ming Clan and our souls are together. If you kill one person, the whole Ming Clan will feel it. My Ming Clan, Lord Mo, will let you know what hell is and what is the underworld!" The old man of the Ming Clan said,
He raised his head and spoke coldly.
Even the children looked at him indifferently.
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The fourth update will begin around the early hours of the morning, and it will be famous in the Eastern Wasteland... (To be continued)