Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 490: Worshiping the Moon? (2/6 Supplement)

"Could it be that he is the cause of the tenth month of the Candle Yin Immortality Realm? The little snake on his shoulder is all red, with a gap between his eyebrows. When he looks at me, it makes me feel like my hair is crawling. Could it be...could it be..." This golden-threaded bat tribe was breathing rapidly, cold sweat broke out on its forehead, and its escape speed was much faster.

"Could it be that Zhu Jiuyin is resurrected!!!" The teeth of the golden-threaded bat tribe trembled. Just when this terrifying thought came to his mind, a strong roar came from the distance, which almost made him nervous. A feeling of being out of breath.

This roar was so heart-wrenching that he subconsciously looked back. The moment he looked in the direction where the roar came from, his face instantly turned pale, without any trace of blood.

He saw a huge shadow in the distant sky. The shadow looked like Zhu Jiuyin. It opened its big mouth and roared as if it was swallowing something.

Although the shadow was blurry, he could never see it wrong. He knew in his heart that in that direction, there was a member of his tribe running fast. Seeing the shadow of Zhu Jiuyin at this moment, he knew that the tribe was in danger.

Frightened, the golden-threaded bat tribe gritted its teeth, turned around and was about to run wildly at all costs, but the moment he turned around, his body was suddenly stunned, and there was a feeling of numbness all over his body, because under his In front of him, unexpectedly, there stood a figure looking at him coldly!

This figure had a calm expression and cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person. He stood there quietly. When the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan changed his expression, Su Ming took a step forward and raised his right hand. Just when he was about to retreat, Su Ming took a step forward. Point a finger at the center of the eyebrows of this golden-threaded bat tribe.

"How dare you!!" The golden-threaded bat clan screamed sharply, and the wings behind him tilted forward fiercely, blocking the front of him, forming a layer of protection. For a moment, his hands quickly kneaded, and he fiercely moved forward. As soon as he pushed, ripples rippled, but the ripples blocked the shape and looked like a ferocious grimace, swallowing it forward.

At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of golden blood. The blood turned into a golden bat and rushed forward with a sharp scream.

It's not over. After doing this, the golden-threaded bat clan grabbed the void with his right hand, and the round golden scimitar immediately appeared in his hand. With this wave of the sword in his hand, he set off a golden light and went straight to it. Su Ming.

In a hurry, he could only use these methods, but he was able to display these magical powers in such a short period of time, which shows how powerful this Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan is.

Su Ming's finger made an earth-shattering cracking sound, directly hitting the golden thread tribesman's protective wings. A loud bang spread out, and blood suddenly filled the golden thread tribesman's wings. There was a sound of broken bones. If the other party hadn't spread its wings immediately, his flesh and blood would have collapsed.

After the wings spread out, Su Ming's finger didn't stop, and he clicked on the second line of defense of the Golden Thread Clan member. The rippling ripples in the shape of a ghost's face roared again. When the ripples completely dissipated, The golden bat, which was transformed into the golden blood spurted by the Golden Thread Tribe, rushed toward Su Ming's finger with a sharp scream.

The roaring sound lingered, and a new sound started again. Under this finger, the golden bat exploded with a roar, but the speed of Su Ming's finger weakened a lot, and its power was greatly weakened by the golden thread. After many times of protection from the tribe, it weakened. As the golden bat dissipated, what appeared in front of Su Ming's finger was the golden full-moon scimitar of the Golden Thread tribe. The two sides touched in an instant, and there was a shocking sound. Under the roar, blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan, and his body quickly rolled back.

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he stood in mid-air without stepping back at all. He just retracted the finger that was pointing away. This nameless finger had experienced thousands of transformations. After the realm of immortality was completed, until Su Ming walked out, No one has yet survived this finger.

Now, this Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan is the first!

The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan was pale and frightened at the moment. He couldn't help but spurt out blood as he retreated hastily. Although he was not dead, he was extremely frightened by Su Ming's finger. Although his multiple defenses had offset most of the strength, the remaining strength still caused the blood and energy in his body to boil, and a lot of vitality was lost.

"What kind of magical power is this!!" The Golden Thread tribesman retreated at this moment. He knew that life and death were now on the line and it was impossible to escape, so he simply went crazy.

"You dare to hurt me!! I am a member of the Golden Thread Clan of the Bat Saint Clan, and I am the reciter of the Holy Ancestor's will. If you kill me, it will be equivalent to a complete war with the Bat Saint Clan. You cannot bear the price!" The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan roared with bloodshot eyes. He was scared, very scared. He felt that Su Ming's power made him feel unable to fight.

Su Ming looked as usual. He took a step forward and raised his right hand. After testing the strength of his physical body, he wanted to see how his magical power was.

With his right hand holding his fist, as he moved forward, he punched the sky fiercely.

This punch sent wind, setting off a large number of violent winds that roared straight into the sky. The sky was roaring, and the entire cloud layer collapsed at this moment, turning into a huge vortex, spinning continuously in the sky.

"Rongfeng!" Su Ming spoke calmly, and loosened the five fingers of his raised right hand, grabbing it towards the sky. Immediately, the vortex in the sky spread dozens of times, filling most of the curtain, and rushed straight like a tornado. Su Ming's right hand came forward. At this moment, wind and thunder were rolling. Su Ming stood in the air. His right hand seemed to control the sky and the entire whirlpool wind!

"Open the sun!" The moment he said these two words, Su Ming waved his right hand violently, and the whirlpool wind that he controlled immediately went straight towards the golden bat saint clan with a powerful momentum. The people of the Xian tribe left.

From a distance, this scene looks like a thrilling scene. In the scene, Su Ming's hair is flying and his expression is calm. Especially the scars under his eyes give people a strange charm.

On the other hand, the Golden Thread tribesman had a look of fear on his face, his eyes were red, and he was getting more and more crazy!

Between the two of them, there was a whirlpool hurricane that connected the heaven and the earth. This hurricane was sweeping in all directions at the moment, roaring straight towards the Golden Thread tribesman, as if it was going to drown them.

The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan, the shadow of death is getting bigger and bigger in his madness at this moment. He is not willing to die. He screams at the sky while struggling, raises his hands in front of him and pinches out a strange seal, and then clicks fiercely. On his body, his body suddenly trembled, but he saw that all the feathers on his body fell off in an instant. After the pieces of golden feathers fell off, they turned into golden rays of light, setting off a sharp whistling, and went straight towards the whirlpool.

After doing this, the Golden Thread tribesman bit the tip of his tongue again and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His upper body bent down, his back rose to the sky, his forehead was raised, and his face was covered with veins. When he looked quite ferocious, he let out a cry A hoarse roar.

"The bat saint clan, the art of carrying mountains, the eternal autumn rain, the stone tablet of destiny!!" As he screamed, a loud roaring sound was heard in the void above him, and a huge stone tablet suddenly appeared out of thin air!

This stone tablet was huge, a hundred feet long. When it appeared at this moment, it was engraved with many complicated words, and it was pressed hard towards the back of the Golden Thread tribesman. It looked as if the stone tablet was being carried on his back!

The stone tablet exuded a mighty force, resisting the approaching Kaiyang hurricane, and tilted directly towards the direction of the hurricane!

The two sides touched each other for an instant. The first thing Su Ming's Kaiyang Wind touched was the light transformed from the endless golden feathers. Under the roar, these feathers all shattered. Under the sweep of the hurricane, there was no trace of light. He paused and directly collided with the stone monument of the Golden Thread Tribe's magical power.

The distant roaring sound spread throughout the world and into the valley of the Wu Clan, making all the people of the Wu Clan look at the sky with trembling hearts, and even spread to farther places.

The stone tablet was shattered inch by inch, and eventually collapsed, but similarly, Su Ming's Sun-Opening Wind also dissipated most of it after its collapse, but the remaining power still swept across, heading straight towards the Golden Thread Clan.

The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan spurted out blood again, and his body suddenly became sluggish. His eyes showed despair and even more desperate madness. He simply stopped flashing and knelt on one knee on the ground, facing the sky. He let out the strongest roar.

"Moon Ancestor!! The Saint Ancestor of our Bat Saint Clan has been worshiped for eternity. With the body of a member of our Bat Saint Clan's Golden Thread Clan, and with the power of worshiping the moon, I allow my blood and fire to burn three times!!" While the Xian tribesmen roared, they suddenly bowed to the nine moons in the sky.

After bowing, Su Ming's heart shook violently. He clearly felt that the ninth of the nine moons in the sky had actually expanded a bit!

"Borrow me, and let the sea of ​​fire surge into the sky, burning everything!" The golden thread tribesman's body seemed to be unable to bear it when he bowed. Visible to the naked eye, a stream of energy could be seen coming from his body and from his seven orifices. Purple flames suddenly erupted, filling the surrounding area instantly, forming a monstrous sea of ​​fire. Under the burning sea of ​​fire, if you look from the ground to the sky, you can clearly see that the sea of ​​fire looks like the palm of a person's hand. ! !

The palm of the sea of ​​fire suddenly lifted up at this moment, as if it contained some kind of will, and pressed it towards Su Ming!

"Sure enough, it has something to do with Moon Wings and Fire Barbarian! Fire Barbarian's superimposed blood and fire, and the Blood Moon Nine Worship technique, actually appeared here, but... there are some subtle differences!" Su Ming's eyes condensed, and he I had doubts when I saw this bat saint, but now I saw the scene in front of me and confirmed my guess.

"The art of worshiping the moon, the method of fire barbarian... Yuezu?" A sneer appeared on Su Ming's lips. Facing the approaching fire palm, his expression remained as usual, fire barbarian... He, Su Ming, is fire barbarian! !

He raised his right hand, bit off his fingertips, and pressed it on the pupil of his left eye!

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