142: C142 Eight Desolations Supreme Technique

C142 Eight Desolations Supreme Technique

Su Jin was very excited. It had been some time since he came to Chu Kingdom, and he finally knew how to enter the Devil Suppressing Pagoda.

"The first method is naturally to turn into evil demons and demons, and be sent to Devil Suppressing Pagoda."

Yue Luo said in a serious tone.

Su Jin complained, "This can also be considered as the way to enter Devil Suppressing Pagoda?"

"Why not?" Yue Luo looked at Su Jin with disdain, "A few decades ago, there was a peerless genius in the Heavenly Light Tribe. In order to enter the Devil Suppressing Pagoda, she gave up the Astral Rank Martial Art of the Heavenly Light Tribe and didn't cultivate it. He went to cultivate the devil art and killed millions of innocent people to cultivate it. In the end, his wish was fulfilled. He was suppressed by the top experts of the Nine Major Tribes and was sent to the Devil Suppressing Pagoda."

Su Jin frowned. Although he didn't dare to say that he was a good person, he couldn't stand the act of killing innocent people. He couldn't help but ask, "After killing so many people, why didn't those experts kill him?"

"Because he is a peerless genius of the Heavenly Light Tribe. Even if he cultivates a devil art, he is still a peerless genius. He is also a disciple of Heavenly Light Tribe. If one day, I cultivate a devil art and commit such a heinous crime, I will be suppressed. We, Strong Gale King, will do everything in our power to protect me."

Yue Luo, however, didn't mind mentioning the fact that the man was still alive because of his strong background. In the Hundred Thousand Mountain, the law of the jungle was much more obvious than the Heavenly Sun City.

Su Jin knew that he could not care less and did not dwell on this problem anymore. He asked again, "What about the other two methods?"

"The second method is to let Old Man Chu personally use the Emperor's Seal to open the door to Devil Suppressing Pagoda."

Yue Luo said again.

Su Jin frowned. He didn't know Emperor Chu, but he could imagine the strength of the Emperor of a country. It would be more unreliable to let him use the Emperor's Seal to open the door to Devil Suppressing Pagoda than to become a devil.

"The last method is to obtain a slot to cultivate in the Devil Suppressing Pagoda during the Ancestor God Sacrificial Rite."

Yue Luo's eyes lit up.

"Ancestral God Sacrificial, cultivation quota?"

Su Jin raised his brows. Of course, he had heard of this method in Silver Sand Village, but it was too troublesome. As such, he had always wanted to find other ways to enter Devil Suppressing Pagoda.

Now, it seemed like this was the only way that Su Jin could enter Devil Suppressing Pagoda.

"What's wrong? Do you want to get a cultivation quota? There were countless people competing for a cultivation spot in the Devil Suppressing Pagoda. All the geniuses of the Chu Kingdom would be here. Only a genius like me can guarantee my qualification. With your strength, don't think so much. "

Yue Luo glanced at Su Jin. This wasn't because she looked down on him. It was the fact that in the past, those who were able to obtain the cultivation quotas for the Devil Suppressing Pagoda. However, they were all the Saints of the top tribes, Saintess. Even if none of them were as abnormal as Yue Luo, they would still be able to obtain a cultivation spot in the ___. However, their strength was unfathomable, and they were all at least at the Martial Spirit Stage.

In Yue Luo's eyes, Su Jin was only at the Martial Mentor Stage. Even if he had the identity of a senior musician and an alchemist, he still needed to rely on his own strength to obtain a spot in the Devil Suppressing Pagoda.

"Who said I can't? Besides giving birth, there's nothing else I can't do."

Su Jin immediately snorted, "It's just a cultivation spot in the Devil Suppressing Pagoda. I'll show it to you."

Since the first two methods weren't feasible, Su Jin could only pay attention to the Ancestor God. As for Yue Luo's mockery, Su Jin didn't take it seriously at all.

At most, he could find more treasure chests and increase his strength. At that time, he would be able to hang the geniuses of Chu Kingdom at the Ancestor God Sacrificial Rite.

"Who doesn't know how to brag?"

Yue Luo laughed lightly. She waved her hand, and the flying divine ability once again enveloped Su Jin's body, causing his speed to increase rapidly.

Countless cracks had already appeared on the grand formation of Holy Scorpion Tribe. Although the formation was still there, it was only a matter of time before it was broken.

"Everyone, hold on!"

Within the grand formation, all the warriors of Holy Scorpion Tribe had ashen faces. They had used up too much of their true qi to maintain the grand formation. Once the formation was broken, it would be difficult for them to fight against the army of Great Desolate Tribe, and they could only be slaughtered.

At this moment, the hope in everyone's heart was placed on Su Jin. Each and every one of them hoped that Su Jin would arrive as soon as possible.

Right at this moment, a cold voice resounded in the sky.2

"Luo Xiu, Holy Scorpion Tribal Chief, I will allow you all to activate the grand formation within ten breaths of time. Surrender to the Great Desolate Tribe. At that time, I will allow you all to live as mine slaves. Otherwise, I will personally use the Secret Technique to break this formation. However, at that time, the Holy Scorpion Tribe will only have one outcome - extinction! "

Hearing these threatening words, the expressions of the people from the Holy Scorpion Tribe changed. The ordinary people were panic-stricken, and even the higher ups were frightened.

"Great Desolate Tribal Chief, is he the one who spoke?"

"What should we do? Should we let go of the grand formation? If we let go, at least we will have a chance to live. If we don't let go, we will die."

Su Jin hadn't returned for a long time. Some of them had already lost all hope. When they heard the Great Desolate Tribal Chief's words, the determination in their hearts began to waver.

"Ignorant! You all believe the promise of the Great Desolate Tribe? Have you forgotten how our one thousand compatriots died?!"

Holy Scorpion Tribal Chief saw the expressions of his people and immediately said in a harsh tone, "We absolutely cannot let go of the grand formation. Even if we die, we must pull the people of the Great Desolate Tribe down to the ground. We will not let them have a good time."

"That's right. The Great Desolate Tribe can't be trusted."

Priest Luoxiu also shouted loudly, "We can't place our hopes on the executioners who want to kill you!"

When those people who had started to waver heard these words, they immediately regained their senses. Their faces were filled with shame. They actually dared to believe the promise of the Great Desolate Tribe. They were truly idiots.

When the cold voice saw that the grand formation hadn't been released, it immediately began counting down.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

...

Following the countdown of the voice, the Great Desolate army outside stopped their attacks.

The battlefield began to quieten down. It was just a heavy pressure that enveloped the hearts of all the people from the Holy Scorpion Tribe. This pressure increased as the numbers became smaller and smaller...

"Saint..."

Even Priest Luoxiu had an anxious expression on his face. He was clenching his fists tightly.

His eyes were looking in the direction of the Strong Gale Tribe, hoping that the figure would appear. However, this hope was so slim that it had disappeared for a long time.

"One!"

Finally, the countdown ended. Inside the grand formation, everyone's faces turned pale.

"You don't know what's good for you. You're courting death. No wonder I'm here!"

The cold voice was completely enraged. In an instant, an incomparably terrifying aura erupted from the back of the army and soared into the sky.

"Eight Desolate Supreme Technique!"

In the void, eight boundless true qi seemed to represent a type of martial art.

If Su Jin was here, he would be able to recognize two of them at a glance. The Hand of Desolates and the Fist of Desolates when he fought the assassin from the Great Desolate Tribe.

Each of these eight true qi was at the same level as the Hand of Desolates and the Fist of Desolates. They converged into a torrent, the Qi of that torrent. It instantly soared to a level that far surpassed the eight streams of true qi, and underwent a qualitative change.

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