Chapter 924: Meeting Tianhuang Again

ck the thunder net on Jiang Yun's body.The terror's power directly destroyed the lightning net, and a muffled groan escaped Jiang Yun's mouth.The whole person was like the sea's peak just now, with a..."Arid Pattern!"

Seeing the three blood-colored desolate patterns appear on Jiang Yun's brow, Man Shan's face showed a look of understanding!

"So you were also branded with the mark of Ruin and became a slave of the Waste Clan, that's why you dare not betray them!"

However, if this is your trump card, I advise you not to dream of fighting me.

Man Shang pondered for a moment, then continued, "How about this, in addition to the conditions I've already offered, if you agree to join us, we will help you remove the wild mark from your body!"

As for the fact that outsiders could also have their own wilderness patterns drawn, let alone Man Shang not knowing about it, even if he did know, he wouldn't believe that the Wilderness Tribe would allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, he would think that the wasteland markings on Gingercloud were also planted by the Wastelanders!

But the words he spoke, stirred something within Jiang Yun's heart!

Only the barren tribespeople who have acquired barren markings can erase them.

For example, when I initially planted the desolate mark on Nan Yun, I later retracted it myself.

Now Man Shan believes his wasteland pattern was planted by the Waste Tribe, but he doesn't even need to know which member of the Waste Tribe planted it to have confidence in helping him erase it.

This is enough to prove that they have already mastered the method of erasing the wild patterns from their bodies!

And this, I'm afraid, is probably the real reason they dared to rebel against the Wild Tribe and face them head-on!

The Wastelanders paid a heavy price to claim this wasteland, so the best way they wanted to control it was to make its inhabitants their slaves.

However, all the demon clans that Jian Yun has encountered so far do not have any traces of the desolate pattern in their bodies.

"It should be the Dao demon named Man Tian who was branded with the desolate mark, becoming a desolate slave."

After all, he is the strongest in this realm. As long as he is controlled, all other demon races can be controlled.

"Of course, now that Man's-Heaven has found a way to erase the Ruinous Mark, it began rebelling against the rule of the Ruin Clan!"

With a single sentence from Man Shang, Jiang Yun immediately understood everything.

However, understanding these things doesn't help Ginger Cloud's current situation. It only clears up the confusion in his heart.

As for Man Shuang's belief that he is an enslaved soul, Jiang Yun naturally wouldn't explain it to him. He just smiled slightly and said, "Let's talk after you defeat me!"

Man Sang shook his head and said, "Even if you are a true member of the wasteland tribe, you are not my opponent, let alone an ordinary wasteland slave!"

In fact, Ginger Cloud also knew that the other party was speaking the truth.

Even my own chaotic patterns weren't fully drawn, unable to exert their full power. But with my current lack of spiritual energy, I can only rely on the power of these chaotic patterns that don't require spirit energy to launch an attack.

Under the gaze of Man Shang, three desolate lines on Jiang Yun's brow separated from his body. In an instant, a vast expanse of grass appeared on the ground before him.

However, this grass was not green, but red, as if it had been watered with blood. It swayed gently in the breeze.

Although these red grasses appear to possess no power, the ground where they grow is gradually starting to show cracks, as if all the moisture within the earth has been instantly absorbed by these red grasses.

Faced with these red grasses, Man Shang shook his head again and said, "Superficial!"

Amidst the speaking voices, Man Shan's body remained motionless. However, countless tiny insects flew out from within him, rapidly spreading into a vibrant multicolored mist that surged towards the patch of red grass.

Wherever the multicolored mist passed, the red grass withered instantly, utterly incapable of withstanding it.

And seeing this scene, Jiang Yun could already guess that Man Shuang and his unseen father should both be some kind of insect cultivated into a demon.

Although the Arowan can ignore most attacks from powers, they are completely unable to withstand methods like summoning insects used by someone like Man Sang.

This is also why the Wasteland Tribe paid such a high price to conquer this realm.

As the red grass disappeared, the colorful mist formed by that swarm of insects stopped moving.

Man Shang's voice followed closely, "I admire you, and I truly don't want to kill you. So I'm giving you one last chance, join us, and I will spare you and your men."

Man Sang's words brought a smile to Jiang Yun's face. "I sympathize with your plight, and I'm willing to join you. However, unfortunately, I won't betray the Wilderness Clan, nor will I ally myself with the God-Slaying Temple!"

"Stubborn as you are, I give up. Let's just capture you first and talk later!"

Man Shang obviously also lost his patience. With a wave of his sleeve, the multicolored mist continued to surge and move rapidly towards Jiang Yun.

But Jiang Yun acted as if he hadn't seen anything, his entire attention focused on activating the chaotic patterns on his body.

Just then, I saw that patch of recently vanished grassland reappear, and this time it was even larger than before.

Looking down from above, these red grasses are like guards, protecting Jiang Yun in the center!

And as the multicolored mist approached, all the red grass suddenly rose from the ground, forming a crimson whirlwind that madly surged toward Jiang Yun's hand.

During the swirling process, these crimson grasses still rapidly converged together. By the time they landed in Jiang Yun's palm, the crimson grasses had condensed into a bloody-colored long sword!

For all this, Man Shan looked on with indifference, not interfering at all, only watching coldly.

Because no matter what Ginger Cloud does, it has no effect in front of him.

As the longsword took shape, the multicolored mist also arrived beside Jiang Yun, ready to engulf him.

Just then, a chaotic aura emanated from Jiang Yun's body once again, causing the cloud of mist to halt its movement instantly.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Ginger Cloud's eyes. He gripped the red blood sword condensed from the desolate patterns in his hand and suddenly thrust it towards Barbarian Mourn.

Man Shang sighed, "Though the aura of the Primordial Race can hold me back for a moment, your sword strike, even if it lands, what can it do to me"

However, as soon as his words left his mouth, his expression changed abruptly.

Because in his eyes, he no longer saw Jiang Yun and the blood sword. Instead, he saw a vast expanse of bloody sky with giant cracks appearing upon it!

These cracks are spreading madly, the sky suddenly begins to crumble inch by inch, like shattered pieces falling constantly.

After falling, what was revealed was an endless darkness, emanating an aura of desolation that spoke of eons gone by.

"This...this isn't pure sorcery, I've never seen anything like it..."

"This move is called 'Palm Sword Heavenly Desolation!'"

The Heavenly Desolation Sword, a technique created by Dao Yuan, descendant of the desolate tribe, is finally being clumsily performed by Jiang Yun!

The key to this technique is that it incorporates three things: aura lines, spiritual energy, and dao lines!

Then, using the Dao Wen as a guide, it blends together the wildly different forces of Huang Wen and spiritual energy. This fusion gives rise to a terrifying power, intertwined with a thread of temporal laws.

This is Jiang Yun's true final trump card!

Although this move cannot fully exert its power now, Jiang Yun can at least pose some threat to Man Shang.

Just like Yue Qing, who was also at the Dao Realm back then, almost perished under this move.

Màn Shāng's complexion had returned to normal. Although Jiāng Yún's spell surprised him, he was not afraid.

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