Chapter 855: Sacred Artifact of the Savage Clan

ertainly give you a satisfactory answer!""Tsk!" Lei Jiutian roared, even angrier. "You know nothing! You don't know how much Dao San is worth. Others might not, but I do!""At that time, the prison was...Gu Bulao raised his hand and pointed at his brow.

Just then, the entire Dao Pattern Sea suddenly let out a deafening roar, as if it had transformed into a real ocean.

Countless lines of energy condensed into a monstrous wave, surging towards the ancient, ageless hand raised high.

"Master Dao, you were the one who attacked me first!"

Faced with this situation, Gu Bulao not only showed no fear, but instead let out a hearty laugh, released his fingers, suddenly stood up, and let out a long breath.

This gust of breath suddenly split apart in the air, transforming into countless humanoid figures.

Every single person, is amazingly ancient!

But these ancients are not all the same; there are young ones, old ones, and even children!

It's like ancient beings from different ages, the young and the old, appearing together at this very moment!

Every ancient, immortal being emanated a powerful and terrifying aura, facing the overwhelming expanse of Dao patterns.

But just at that moment, in the sky above, nine rays of light of different colors suddenly appeared.

Intertwined with each other, they form a vast nine-colored sky, stretching straight down towards all the ancient and ever young.

All the ancients, upon touching this nine-colored sky, instantly and completely crumbled.

This scene also made the true Ancient One's face, which was rarely seen with surprise, show a rare trace of shock. "You have actually comprehended this power!"

At this time, the nine-colored sky finally fell onto Gu Bulao, causing Gu Bulao's body to also suddenly split into four or five pieces.

However, Gu Bulao's vicious voice rang out amidst this division: "Dao Zun, when my true body awakens, I will avenge today's grievance!"

"If any of my disciples were to meet with misfortune, then this myriad worlds, including yourself, would all be buried with them!"

……

In the Sanctum, Dao San looked at Dao Yi before him and the drop of blood held in his hands. A look of shock filled his face. "Jiang Yun fell into the Realm of Fallen Saints, not only did he survive, but he also triggered two Sacred Artifacts in a row"

Nodded slightly and said, "Possible!"

"However, since everything is currently unknown, the master has bestowed this blood upon me. I am to find a way to enter the Boundary-Shattering Land and merge this blood with the master's avatar, thoroughly investigating this matter!"

"Do you have a suitable candidate"

Dao San remained silent for a moment before nodding his head and saying, "Yes!"

With a single sweep of his sleeve, a young man in a blue long robe appeared before the two. He had no expression on his face and his eyes were tightly closed.

Then, immediately following, San raised his palm and pressed down heavily on the young man's head. The young man instantly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with lifelessness!

Upon seeing this person, Dao Yi's face broke into a slight smile as he nodded and said; "This person is indeed the most suitable candidate!"

……

Heaven and earth within had fallen into chaos. Every cultivator sat cross-legged, their eyes fixed on the colossal creature in the sky that was gradually revealing itself.

Nan Yun Ru was also like this. She had long since donned a pale countenance and stood beside Jiang Yun, her gaze fixed upon the sky as well.

At this moment, everyone can clearly see that this behemoth is a mountain.

A gigantic mountain, shaped like a hand, reaching high into the sky.

Finally, from the top of that mountain peak, a vast aura suddenly surged.

In an instant, it permeated the entire Fallen Heaven and the Realm-Shattering Lands, enveloping all beings under its influence.

Even Lian Jiangyun is no exception.

But just at this moment, Jiang Yun suddenly opened his eyes. A glimmer of understanding in his eyes vanished as he felt the presence approaching, replaced by shock that caused him to jump to his feet!

His enlightenment had nothing to do with this aura; it was because after he successfully drew the first stroke of the character "荒" (wild) above his brow, his understanding of the wild lines deepened.

However, now, looking at the face of Nan Yunruo beside him, whose youthful appearance was gradually transforming into middle age, combined with the aura pervading his body, Jiangyun finally raised his head to look at the sky.

If Nan Yun were able to open her eyes and look at Jiang Yun right now, she would find that this was the third time Jiang Yun had made a blunder since arriving in Tianluo Realm!

Ginger Cloud can't help but lose face!

Because the celestial artifact above, to all creatures of the fallen lands, he was equally familiar, even more so than the mirage!

Because that palm-shaped mountain peak was none other than the Wudao Five Peaks within the Wenda Zong of the Shanhai Realm!

Of course, the five peaks in the sky and the five peaks of the mountains and seas are also different at this time.

That's the Wudao Five Peaks of Questions, also much grander!

"What's going on here Why is Wǔfēng here"

"Could it be that asking about the Five Peaks is also a kind of sacred object"

The power of this breath is exactly the terrifying power contained within the desolate patterns. If these Five Peaks of Inquiry also belong to sacred objects, then they belong to the sacred objects of the Desolate Race!

"Could it be, the Savage Tribe, also originated from this world's fallen land!"

"But the Barbarian Clan, if they had such a powerful artifact, why didn't they use it Instead, they were killed by the Daoist Master"

Could it be that, like the Ginger Tribe, the Barbarian Tribe is also unable to take this holy artifact

Several thoughts flashed through Jiang Yun's mind in an instant!

And at the same time, the breath emanating from within the Five Peaks was becoming increasingly potent. This could be seen in Nan Yunruo's face, which had aged to an extreme degree, and in her head full of white hair.

Even if the heavens themselves fell at this moment, no one could distract themselves from Jiang Yun. They had to use all their cultivation to resist this imposing aura.

It can be said that at this moment, the entire boundary realm has perished. Only Jiang Yun is left. Although he is shrouded in this aura, he is not affected in the slightest.

Beneath Jiang Yun's furrowed brow, the first stroke of his own blood-drawn wild pattern, a mark he claimed as his own, also appeared.

Just then, Jiang Yun clearly heard a voice ringing in his mind: “Regardless of whether you are a member of my clan or not, since you have drawn your own desolate pattern, according to the rules, you have the qualification to open the Nine Desolate Lands!”

"Enter the Nine Hells of Extinction, find my Holy Relic of the Desolation Clan, and uncover the secrets of my Desolation Clan!"

Nine Realms of Extinction!

Ginger Cloud suddenly remembered the pill Lu Lun had left behind. It contained the names of three herbs: chicken intestines grass, spirit-killing incense, and nine-bend vine!

The first three characters together, aren't they just "Jiejie Jiu" And the kind of herb he didn't know about, naturally starts with the character "Di".

Then, did Lü Lun also head to this desolate Nine Regions

The voice continued, “But because your Azure Mark is incomplete, the protection you gain will also be reduced!”

Therefore, even stepping into the Nine Netherworlds of Extinction, there will still be danger to life. So, you may decide for yourself, come or not!

These words lit up a spark in Jiang Yun's eyes, and as he felt the aura emanating from the sacred relic of the Barbarian Clan, it relentlessly eroded the finger within him.

Ginger Yun didn't need to think too much; she already had a decision.

But a groan suddenly rang out in his ear, coming from Nan Yunru!

At this moment, Nan Yun has transformed from a blooming young woman to a withered old man in just a short time, on the verge of death.

Looking at Nan Yunruo, Jiang Yunci hesitated for a moment, raised a finger, and another drop of blood appeared on her fingertips.

And with that drop of blood, he suddenly drew another wild mark on Nan Yunruo's brow.

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