Chapter 965: The Wild Tribe's Wilderness

ction the other party was moving, it happened to be right at the center of this world.After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Yun's curiosity could no longer be contained. He decided to simply follow the...The voice coming from among the Five Peaks of Dahuang naturally belonged to Jiangyun!

And upon hearing his voice, this space that had already fallen into chaos miraculously fell silent.

All eyes, once again filled with shock, turned towards the Five Peaks of the Desolate Land. Even figures like the desolate monarch Yan were no exception.

Especially the sacrifices of the Wild Clan, although they tried their best to maintain composure on their faces, the panic in their hearts had grown stronger.

He didn't even bother to order Aohuang Yongfeng and the others, only desperately urging the connection between his body and his wasteland pattern, wanting to rush into the Five Peaks of Desolation as soon as possible and merge with them.

>For as soon as he enters the Wuhui Five Peaks, there is a high probability that he will become the spirit of an ancient tribe's sacred artifact.

By then, the sacred artifact of the Wild Tribe will truly belong to him.

But with the holy relic in hand, no one present could stop him today.

He will leave the tribe of barbarians with sacred relics and in peace, heading for the Temple of God-Slayers!

But as Jiang Yun's voice rang out, he could clearly feel that from the five peaks of Dahuang, a powerful will was stretching across between his desolate pattern and himself, forcefully stopping him from entering the five peaks of Dahuang.

Naturally, this intention belongs to Jiang Yun, or rather, it belongs to the combination of Jiang Yun and the five peaks of Dahuang's intentions.

However, as an outcast priest, he had no idea how the outsider cultivator Jiang Yun had accomplished this.

After all, even Arah and Arah the Elder couldn't do it!

"Gingercloud!"

As the priest roared with rage, the five peaks of Dahua, still clenched in a fist shape, trembled violently.

That's just like a response to him!

And within this tremor, the five peaks that had clenched like fists were rapidly unfolding.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Just then, a violent tremor echoed from above, causing everyone to look up in surprise.

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Just then, a hand as vast as the heavens appeared above this space.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Huang Junyan's eyes, and he took a deep look at the five Great Desolate Peaks that were about to be restored to their original state. He suddenly inhaled deeply.

"Splash!"

Then I saw the endless, intricate patterns coalescing into this space. In an instant, they surged like a sea, boiling with madness.

And, Huang Junyan's voice also rang in everyone's ears: "Fellow Daoists, members of the Huang Clan, Huang will use the Huangwen to send you out of here. Please do not resist!"

As the words of Emperor Hou Jian fell, countless barren runes twisted together, forming countless strands of barren rune ropes that coiled towards everyone within this space.

Apparently, because Ginger Cloud's accidental outburst temporarily held the Sacrifice back, Huang Junyan also changed his mind and decided to send everyone out of the space first.

After ensuring everyone's safety, I will take Dao Zun's palm with my own power.

Naturally, everyone understood this point. Therefore, when the thread of the desolate pattern wrapped around them, they did not resist.

Although the speed of Aohun's threads was already extremely fast, because Ahou could also simultaneously defend against Dao Zun's palm strike, at least half of the boiling Aohun remained gathered above the sky.

Of course, that means his speed couldn't surpass the Dao Lord's palm.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly echoed from above the heads of the crowd.

The tremors caused everyone's blood to churn within their bodies. Some even fainted outright, collapsing onto the ground with pale faces and blood streaming from their seven orifices.

Even the mighty Lord Huang Junyan swayed slightly.

Because he still needed to focus on saving others, his first direct confrontation with the Daoist Venerable's palm was from a position of weakness.

The Daoist's hand was blocked by the chaotic runes and raised again, but the Emperor of Chaos ignored him completely, focusing only on saving people.

"Boom!"

The second time the Venerable Lord's palm fell.

This time, Huang Junyan's body flickered and he took two steps back, but he still just gritted his teeth and ignored it.

As the Dao Zun's palm rose once again, about to fall, a sudden voice rang in Huang Junyan's ear: "Clan Leader Huang, if you trust Jiang, then let the Dao Zun's palm strike down!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Junyan's pupils contracted sharply. This was an extremely difficult decision for him to make.

Although Jiang Yun had repeatedly surprised everyone, especially his realization of the desolate lines, which unexpectedly matched the secrets hidden within the sacred artifacts of the Desolate Clan.

But, Jiang Yun's true cultivation was only at the peak of Dao Ling Realm.

This kind of cultivation, to directly take on a strike from a Daoist master, is truly like trying to stop a chariot with one's arm—utterly futile and insignificant.

Since He, as a clan leader, naturally had his unique strengths, after some consideration, he readily nodded and said, "Alright, I trust you!"

As they spoke, everyone saw the countless desolate patterns blocking Daozun's palm above their heads suddenly dissipate and transform into desolate pattern ropes, finally entangling everyone.

Bound by the ropes of the wild紋, everyone can feel that within the wild紋 lies a powerful force. It is clear that this was intentionally used by Huangjunyan to protect everyone.

Originally, many people were discontent with the actions of the members of the Wild Tribe due to their rituals. However, now that King Yan has taken action, he has erased all of their resentment.

However, now they didn't have time to think about these things, and all of them looked up at the sky.

Without the obstruction of the ravines, the palm strike of the Daoist Venerable finally came down with a whooshing sound.

And just then, there was another "boom" as a loud noise echoed.

The five peaks of the Great Wilderness stood tall, now fully restored to the shape of a hand, rising majestically into the sky.

Moreover, when in the void, Wufeng's original size of only a hundred zhang was also expanding rapidly.

This scene will forever be etched in the minds of all who were present at this moment.

Above the sky, a palm of a celestial being, like the boundless heavens, descended from the heavens, carrying the power of annihilation;

Upon the earth, a five-fingered hand of immense size grows ever larger, imbued with desolate power, rising from the ground!

The five peaks of Dahuang stand tall, ready to meet the palm of the Daoist Venerable!

At this moment, only one person's face showed a look of despair.

This person is the shaman of the Wasteland Tribe!

At this very moment, he was standing right between the Daoist Sovereign's palm and the five peaks of Great Wilderness!

He could have dodged, but he was bound by Emperor Wu's desolate mark.

Plus the imposing will emanating from the five peaks, he was completely immobilized. He could only watch helplessly as the Five Peaks of Wilderness drew closer and closer to him.

Above his back, the terrifying pressure emanating from the palm of the Daoist Master was growing stronger and stronger!

But what he cared about more was Jiang Yun, who was still standing on the 66th step, right above Wufeng!

At this moment, Jiang Yun's brow bore the marks of the desolate patterns. What was originally only six strokes had now grown by three more, finally allowing him to completely complete his own unique desolate pattern.

That is a "wild" character, the wild of the Wild Clan, the wild power of wild!

Ginger Cloud Noodles stood expressionless, watching the sacrifice. Suddenly, under his gaze, he took a step and stood on the sixty-seventh step.

And then he spoke slowly, the last words he would ever utter reaching the ears of the sacrificer: "You lost. Your life, I, Jiang Ce, have taken!"

"Boom!"

At the moment when Jiang Yun's voice fell, the Wufeng of Great Wilderness, which had also transformed into a size as vast as the sky, finally collided with the palm of Daozun!

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