Chapter 1342 Sitting On the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight (1/2)
Chapter 1342 – Sitting On the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight
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Like this, Nether Darklight’s corpse fell to the ground. Lin Ming grabbed the magic tool fragment that dropped down from Nether Darklight’s hands and gave it a quick look. This fragment was a decent ancient artifact, and there was even a wisp of a remnant soul contained within it; he casually tossed it in his spatial ring.
From the moment that Nether Darklight attacked to the time he died, Lin Ming only needed several breaths of time. To kill an early Divine Transformation martial artist so quickly, it could only be said that the disparity between ordinary geniuses of a Great World King Holy Land and Lin Ming was too far off.
“He died. Senior-apprentice Brother Nether died?”
“Who is he? He can’t be a Divine Sea realm martial artist!”
“Could it be an old enemy of the Skydark Holy Lands?”
The disciples of the Skydark Holy Lands were frightened. Lin Ming was simply too strong. Besides the six Divine Lord powerhouses here, the fiercest one among the rest had been Nether Darklight, but even he couldn’t withstand two moves from Lin Ming.
Among these people there were also some Divine Transformation martial artists. But facing such a strong Lin Ming, all of them lost the courage to stand against him.
As for the loose cultivators, they were naturally overjoyed. They didn’t think that there would be a powerful master amongst them who had been hiding their strength. Because of him, they all had a slim chance of survival.
And at this time, the six masters of the Skydark Holy Lands were also facing the primordial epoch spirit root. Without the support of the Myriad Blood Demon Fading Array, the six masters were finding it hard to continue on.
The several Divine Lord realm powerhouses roared out loud. But at this time, there was a ripping sound as the two demon massacring scrolls that the six masters put forth were torn to pieces by the primordial epoch spirit root!
Puff!
The six Divine Lord masters spat out mouthfuls of blood and flew backwards.
These six masters all had extremely ugly complexions. They had consumed a great deal of their life source and true essence in order to desperately struggle with this primordial epoch spirit root and capture it, and just as they were about to succeed, their plans had been ruined by Lin Ming and they had failed!
“Damn you, you little beast!”
“Just where did he come from!? I will tear him to shreds!”
These six old men wanted to kill Lin Ming, but at this time, the primordial epoch spirit root was greedily eyeing them from beneath.
The bombardment of attacks just now had also caused the primordial epoch spirit root to receive heavy wounds. During this battle, it had broken countless root hairs and even the main root had been damaged with countless scars. Deep red blood constantly leaked down from its body.
At this time, the primordial epoch spirit root was also wild with rage!
This battle had caused it to suffer great damage to its cultivation. It wanted to consume the flesh and blood essence of these people, turning them into essence energy to make up for its own losses.
“Jejejeje!”
A burst of strange laughter came bubbling up from the ground. The blood-filled primordial epoch spirit root slowly formed a head, taking on the appearance of a peerless beauty whose looks could bring down nations. To the eyes of those watching, this made the primordial epoch spirit root look like a snake demon with a human head.
“You people from the Skydark Holy Lands, you want to send out one million people to capture me? Then, I will swallow all of you up today and use your flesh and blood essence energy to make up for my losses! Die!”
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
Root hairs shot up, rushing towards those six Divine Lord masters like countless pythons.
At this time, the six masters were in an extremely poor condition. They only had half of their true essence remaining.
“What do we do?”
A Divine Lord realm old man anxiously asked as he cut off several root hairs with his saber.
“The primordial epoch spirit root has already suffered heavy damage. Now it is weak and is only pretending to be strong. Its situation is about the same as ours! While it is difficult for us to capture it, it also isn’t easy for it to kill us!”
“If we allow it to escape today then this monster will be even more careful in the future. It will simply be impossible for us to find it then. We only have one chance at this! If we lose, we will incur Master Ancestor’s wrath and the punishment will be great. It wouldn’t be weird if we ended up being fed to demons!”
The six Divine Lord masters didn’t have any path of escape for themselves. They had lost many disciples and even Tian Mingzi’s bloodline descendant, Nether Darklight, had also died. If they didn’t capture the one who murdered them and also didn’t capture the primordial epoch spirit root, even allowing it to escape and making it harder to find it later, then they would have to face Tian Mingzi’s inevitable anger.
“Senior-apprentice Brother Cang, you go and capture that little beast while the five of us keep off this monster. After that, we’ll risk everything we have to join forces and kill it!”
These six masters hated Lin Ming to their bones. And with Lin Ming watching them from behind, it was impossible for them to battle with any sense of safety.
“Good! As long as we can capture this monster then no matter how great our losses are, the sect will still grant us enough medicines to restore ourselves. This is already a battle with our lives on the line; there is no way we can turn back!”
The six Divine Lord masters rapidly exchanged true essence sound transmissions. As they spoke, a black-robed old man suddenly shot towards Lin Ming.
“You little beast, I’ll take your life!”
The black-robed old man took out a long great scythe and slashed out at Lin Ming’s head. A brilliant purple scythe light flashed out!
Martial artists of the demonic path often favored long-handled weapons. As for the scythe, that was a weapon that often represented cruelty and evil.
Facing this black-clothed old man, Lin Ming took a deep breath.