C1983 What Should Not Come Should Not Come
C1983 What Should Not Come Should Not Come
Wen Chuan turned around.
"Just take it that this old man is mistaken. What about you? What do you think that 300 meter tall shadow is?"
Mu Su was speechless.
He could not say anything for a moment.
On the other side, the other elders who came with him also fell into deep thought.
The nine clans and one courtyard were different.
In terms of strength, one courtyard and two pavilions were naturally higher.
However, in terms of status in the hearts of the Upper Realm people, the nine clans were existences akin to faith.
Firstly, they were more down-to-earth than the one courtyard and two pavilions, and they often appeared in front of people. On the other hand, any one of the nine clans was selected, and all of them had outstanding military accomplishments!
In the higher realms, martial arts were respected!
No matter how great the foundation of the first and second pavilions was, no matter how powerful their influence was, without the results of battle, it was not enough for them to be respected by everyone.
The nine families were different. It was unknown when, but their stone monuments and stone statues had started to appear in various parts of the Upper Realm, and they had been worshiped by the locals all year round.
After that, an expert from the God Clan was the first to awaken the spirit of a large clan in a certain encounter.
That was the power of faith.
It was stronger than any martial skill.
Since then, the people of the nine generations had a technique that outsiders could not learn. It was the spirit of a large clan.
Of course, even among the nine generations, very few people were able to master this technique in the past few hundred years.
Ever since the appearance of the spirit of a large clan in the Upper Realm, more than two hundred years had passed.
In the distance, that shadow that was a thousand feet tall was wearing black armor and holding a long saber. If it was not the spirit of the Cloud Clan, what else could it be?
However, Wen Chuan and the others couldn't figure it out no matter what.
Anyone who summoned the spirit of a great family would be fine. However, it shouldn't be Mo Nan.
After the disappearance of the Yun Family, the stone statues of the Yun Family had gradually been destroyed. Even if there were any survivors, they had lost their worship. No one believed in them anymore. How could the descendants of a great race call out their spirits?
Could it be that the Cloud Tribe had never gone missing? They had only gone to a place that was cut off from the rest of the world, and were still protecting a region?
With this thought in mind, Wen Chuan turned around and looked at the few elders.
They all had similar guesses, and shock flashed across their eyes.
- -
At the same time, in the Mannhuo Island, in the place of exile.
This was a desolate place. Grass and trees were hard to grow here. Even food was a scarce resource.
When the Zhong Prefecture was peaceful and peaceful, the battles and battles never stopped here.
It was like a purgatory in the mortal world.
Within a city made of stone and stone.
On the streets, all sorts of chaotic scenes were happening.
There were men and women on the streets... However, the women had a face full of enjoyment and were not forced.
There were two people fighting each other. Both of them were covered in blood, but the passers-by ignored them...
There were also people whose eyes turned red from hunger. They snatched a piece of raw meat from the street and stuffed it directly into their mouths.
The unimaginable scene of the people of Zhong Prefecture was something that would happen every day here.
However, for some unknown reason, there were stone pillars engraved with cloud patterns everywhere in the city.
Suddenly, the stone pillars emitted rays of light at the same time. Soft light flew out from the stone pillars and drifted into the distance.
The people on the street immediately stopped.
One, two...
The entire city suddenly became silent, like a dead city.
A few breaths later.
Suddenly, a skinny man appeared. He was like a man who couldn't be nourished all year round, but his aura was that of a Martial Saint. As he looked at the glowing stone pillar, his eyes instantly became wet.
The man immediately raised his arms and roared in excitement.
Then...
"Roar!"
"Cloud Race, Cloud Race..."
"Haha, damn it, this day has finally arrived."
In the entire Mannhuo Island, there were tens of thousands of people, and none of them were weak. At this moment, all of them were boiling with excitement.
After a long time.
The noise and cheers did not stop. Until, in a mansion in the center of the city, a veiled woman slowly rose into the air and pressed her hands downward.
Many sinners looked at her graceful figure, their eyes burning with anger. However, at the same time, they all bowed their heads respectfully.
"What does Yirou want to do..."
In the mansion, Mo Zifu raised his head in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
Not long after, he saw the woman in the sky looking in the direction of Zhong Prefecture. She nodded her head in satisfaction. Then, she looked down and her voice was heard throughout the entire Mannhuo Island.
"It's almost time. Let's wait a little longer."
"One day, you will follow the Yun Clan back to Zhong Prefecture!"
"Yun Family, Yun Family..."
The city that had just quieted down suddenly became lively again.
After receiving the Yun clan's personal guarantee, their hearts were looking forward to that day arriving as soon as possible.
Many people secretly swore in their hearts:
Damn it, living here is neither human nor ghost. When they return to Zhong Prefecture, they would at least be exiled to this place if they didn't do good deeds.
...
Within the mansion.
After Mo Zifu heard this, his face turned pale with fright. "You want to bring these people back to Zhong Prefecture?"
After landing on the ground, Yun Yirou snorted lightly and said angrily.
"A blood debt. Of course I want a blood debt."
"Jie Shi, if they are able to live, then what's the harm even if they stay in Zhong Prefecture?"
When Mo Zifu heard this, his eyes flickered, and he didn't say anything else.
- -
Tianmen Academy.
All the elders were so shocked that their faces turned pale.
Among the countless Proud Son of Heavens below, there were also people who recognized them. What was that 300-foot-tall illusionary figure? They were instantly dumbfounded.
Wasn't the Yun Clan missing?
Countless people had suspicions in their hearts, but that phantom image that seemed to have opened up heaven and earth was right in front of them. No matter what, it couldn't be faked.
They didn't believe it, and could only lower their heads with unsightly expressions.
The Cloud Tribe was still one of the nine great clans.
Other than that, more than two hundred years later, the spirit of the great clan had reappeared in the Upper Realm in the hands of that junior from the Cloud Clan!
In this way...
Ji Changming was going to lose.
Many people sighed in unison.
...
In the air.
A second ago, it was still a golden world. Following the phantom, it brandished its blade.
The dazzling golden light suddenly disappeared.
There was no sound at all. The Green Spirit Peak had once again become that familiar world.
Only the illusionary figure that was a hundred zhang tall still existed.
Just by standing behind Mo Nan, the entire mountain was silent.
old rascal let out a breath of turbid air and secretly rejoiced.
He had also heard about the existence of the great clan's spirit from Yun Mengrui.
He did not expect that he would really succeed after taking the risk just now.
Of course, even if he could not succeed, he still had a way to deal with Ji Changming. However, since he had succeeded, there was no need to think about it anymore...
... ""
Between the clouds.
Ji Changming's face was pale as he stared at the two figures below.
The blade he used with all his strength disappeared just like that.
The figure below had become his inner demon.
"Pu!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Ji Changming's figure swayed and his breath was weak. He fell to the ground in a daze.
Seeing this, many Proud Son of Heavens took a deep breath. They all understood what was going on.
4
Mo Nan had won this battle.
Moreover, he had only used one saber move!
For a moment, apart from a few elders, no one cared about Ji Changming who had fallen. They were all deep in thought. Among them, who else could suppress this child?
In the distance, the blood in Mo Nan's body was boiling.
The battle intent around his body was rising. He was already on top of his head, unable to stop.
Dong.
He stomped the long saber in his hand and looked around. He grinned and said:
"Oh, just in time. The time has come..."
It's not that Xiao Ya is not interested, but this audit is really annoying. Just like today, I clearly updated it before 1 am in the morning. I didn't expect it to pass in the afternoon. I was also drunk.
In addition, Xiao La had something to tell everyone.
It was about the completion of the new book.
Xiao La saw that many of his friends had left comments in the comments section, saying that no matter what, this book had to write another one or two thousand chapters.
Xiao La did not know whether this was a compliment or a negative one, or if it was because the later part of the story was too slow and the progress was slow, so it made his brothers feel uncomfortable. Xiao La was the first to apologize.
Xiao La had actually said before that I had already finished writing this book. Naturally, it wanted to continue writing.
Perhaps everyone doesn't know that writing old books is actually much more energy-saving than writing new books. You all have seen it as well. The beginning of a new book.
But the editor said that there were very few new collections of this book, so it wasn't a potential stock.
Xiao La did not know why either.
At least this book, Xiao La was really writing it with all her heart.
Although the cost wasn't much, this was Xiao La's' child 'after all. He definitely had to take responsibility for his' child 'for his readers and friends.
The day before yesterday, Xiao Ya looked for an editor.
The editor said that if he could release his collection and comments, he could consider writing it again.
Xiao La was also very happy.
So now, if you guys want to look at it on the app, you can click on the shared link in the upper right corner and share it with WeChat friends, WeChat groups, and WeChat Moments. If the effect is good, at least this book can write a thousand more chapters.
As for the new book.
Xiao La was considering that this book was actually walking the path of fantasy in the later stages. Everyone was used to reading it, so they wanted to open a fantasy book.
However, the editor said that the rate of passing fantasy books was very low.
Xiao La was speechless.
In the comments section, he saw a few familiar faces every day.
Those diving brothers, Xiao La is here to ask you if you can post the type you want to see in the comments section.
Xiao La will definitely come up with a comprehensive opinion.
If there were more fantasy, at least Xiao La would be able to convince the editor reasonably.
Thank you, everyone. Xiao La cupped his fists at everyone.