Yi Yun was surprised by the death of the leader of the Blood Moon Alliance. He couldn't figure out what was strange about it for a moment, but he decided that it was definitely not that simple. At this time, Yi Yun had no time to think too much about signing the soul contract.
Regarding the contract, Patriarch Shentu was aggressive. He raised his hand, and the soul contract appeared in front of Yi Yun. It was a black wild animal skin with complicated secret texts carved on it. There was a faint green flame in the wild beast.
The area around the skin burned and smoke filled the air.
Just by taking a look at the wild beast skin and the secret text engraved on it, Yi Yun knew that this soul contract must have cost the Tianyuan Elders Council a great deal of money to produce.
The Tianyuan Elders Council knew that Yi Yun and Lin Xintong's future achievements would be limitless. If the soul contract was not made stronger, it would not be able to restrain these two people.
"What a soul contract." Yi Yun sneered.
This soul contract was made by several top forces in the Tianyuan world. They used secret methods to refine and shrink a complete ancient true spirit animal skin, and then wrote it using secret medicine ground from various heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
During the entire process, all the prominent family figures involved were first-rate figures and members of the Presbyterian Church, including Patriarch Shentu.
There is only one such expensive soul contract in the entire Presbyterian Church, prepared for Yi Yun and Lin Xintong. The contracts signed by others are different. They simply cannot afford to use such a precious contract.
Looking at the soul contract, Yi Yun smiled. The soul contract that Xueyue forced him to sign when he was in the Tiandao Alliance was far less powerful than this contract. These people were really willing to spend their money.
"What if I don't sign?"
Yi Yun's voice turned cold, and Lin Xintong beside him silently held the sword.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.
"This contract does not restrict your freedom, but only guarantees our safety. Why don't you sign it?"
An old man with a face covered with tattoos said in a hoarse voice that he was from the Totem Tribe, a force that did not have a good relationship with Yi Yun and the Lin family.
"What an interesting logic. There is no restriction on my freedom, so I have to sign it? I live for you? Moreover, signing a soul contract is a shackles bound to the soul, especially a permanent soul contract.
I was even more cautious at that time, how could it really be possible that it would not have the slightest restraint on my soul?"
Yi Yun stood up, and Lin Xintong stood side by side with Yi Yun. Most warriors were not willing to sign a permanent soul contract and put a permanent shackle on their body. No matter how loose the shackles were, it would make people uncomfortable, not to mention Yi Yun.
There is no need for Yun to surrender.
The soul contract prohibits members from attacking each other. In the future, Patriarch Shentu will naturally feel confident. Even if he does something that disgusts Yi Yun, Yi Yun will not be able to do anything to him. Of course, Yi Yun will not accept such conditions.
"It seems that you don't intend to sign." Grandma Lihuo shook her head, as if she felt sorry for Yi Yun, "Yi Yun, you are young and successful, so you will inevitably have some arrogance. But you have to know that if you are too strong, it will be easy to break.
I don’t need to elaborate on the pros and cons, you should naturally know..."
"You are right. Of course I know the pros and cons, so I don't sign it. What a coincidence. I just hate signing soul contracts, especially permanent soul contracts. Otherwise, there would be no battle at the Soul Tomb!" Yi
Yun didn't pay attention to Grandma Lihuo's soft-but-hard threats, but looked at the other members of the Tianyuan Presbyterian Church, "Is this what you mean too?"
Quite a number of elders present wanted to show their kindness to Yi Yun and Lin Xintong. However, this kind of kindness was still due to their fear of Yi Yun. They also knew that this simple gesture of kindness would not be able to change Yi Yun's future.
All they asked for was Yi Yun not to take action against them in the future.
If you can sign this soul contract, it will be settled once and for all.
"Young Master Yi is serious. I am naturally on your side. However, signing a contract is a rule set by the Tianyuan Elders Council. Although I want to support you, I can't stop you."
A smooth old man said with a smile, such typical and muddled remarks, it was obvious that neither party wanted to offend, so they were hoping that Patriarch Shentu, Grandma Lihuo and the like would deal with Yi Yun.
"Master Yi, if you are not satisfied with the conditions here, you can still ask..." someone else said.
Yi Yun sneered, casually pulled out the Pure Yang Broken Sword from the space ring, and casually inserted it on the negotiation table.
Crack!
Without using any energy, the stone table made of extremely cold black stone was like tofu with a broken sword inserted into it.
"My conditions are very simple, I won't sign!"
As soon as Yi Yun said these words, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became more solemn.
Many of the elders of the Tianyuan Realm, led by the King of Dark Night, began to show traces of evil spirits, and their patience was obviously worn away.
The evil aura is getting heavier and heavier, and the entire venue is surging with energy like a sea tide. If a Taoist warrior is standing here at this time, just by being aroused by this evil aura, his whole body will explode and die.
Ancestor Shentu narrowed his eyes and looked at Yi Yun, and said solemnly: "Is this your answer? It's a pity... I'm afraid it's not up to you!"
Patriarch Shentu was the first to stand up. His murderous intent had already been locked on Yi Yun: "It is said that you, Yi Yun, have surpassed the current level of martial arts in the Tianyuan world, and can easily cross a large realm, or even a half-large realm to fight against the enemy.
He also said that you will become a peerless emperor in the future. Today, I want to learn from you how credible this legend is!"
Patriarch Shentu was belittling Yi Yun in his words. He did not question whether the legend was exaggerated, but said that it was somewhat credible.
It's not that he looks down on Yi Yun, but that he is absolutely confident in his own strength.
Yi Yun didn't care at all about the threat from Patriarch Shentu, "You, an old man who has lived for seventy or eighty thousand years, shamelessly challenged me, a junior in the Kaiyuan realm, who is thousands of times older than me, and has a cultivation level higher than mine."
At a great level, I actually have the nerve to ask here how credible my legend is. I really admire you for being so shameless! I'm not sure how my strength compares to yours, but in terms of shamelessness,
I’m really beyond my reach!”
Yi Yun was extremely sharp in his curses, and his words would have made Patriarch Shentu cursed to death, and what Yi Yun said was all true!
Not to mention Patriarch Shentu, many famous figures sitting below felt ashamed for Patriarch Shentu. This battle was really disgraceful.
"It's useless to talk more. Anyway, you are already shameless, so I will stay with you until the end. If you want to beat me, just come with me!"
After Yi Yun finished speaking, he turned around, jumped with his body, and flew out of the window of the giant tower. From the top of Juejian Mountain, which towered into the clouds, along the cliff, he flew towards the sea of clouds in the distance like a roc soaring in the sky.