as a cultivator at the Fifth Stage of the Blessed Land. Even if I was at my peak, three demon beasts were unharmed by him, and even with sword intent, I still couldn't possibly be his match.However, e...This shout of anger came not only too suddenly, but also with an extremely loud voice.

It was like a thunderclap, causing the entire vast space to tremble violently.

Above the sky, several cracks appeared, with a tendency to collapse. They were clearly unable to withstand that roar of anger.

This shows that the strength of the person who let out a roar of anger is undoubtedly immense.

Naturally, everyone was also startled.

Especially on the steps above, where Jiang Yun sat cross-legged, his whole body trembled violently. His face flushed instantly, and he clenched his mouth shut tightly.

Then, he opened his mouth wide, spraying a large mouthful of fresh blood onto the thirty-first step before him.

And as that fresh blood spurted out, the vibrant green grass, which had already grown twenty-nine steps high, suddenly began to wither.

In just a fleeting moment, it transformed from emerald green to withered yellow, then from yellow to ashen gray, until finally, it succumbed to death and vanished completely.

Although this scene was brief, for some reason, it gave everyone who saw it a very intense shock.

This brought about a sudden feeling in their hearts, a feeling tinged with despair.

Under the weight of this feeling, they couldn't breathe or move, as if they had become a blade of grass in that field, their entire life passing by in an instant.

Fortunately, this feeling also passed in a flash, and it allowed them to recover their normal state. One by one, they hurriedly opened their mouths and took deep breaths.

But their faces were still etched with fear, haunted by what had just happened.

"Shameless, too shameless! How can there be such shameless people in the Wild Tribe!"

At the same time, Lu Piao Miao's mind also echoed with Lu Lun's equally furious roar.

And this time, Lü Piaomiao nodded repeatedly, expressing her strong agreement with Lü Lun's words.

For the one who unleashed that furious roar was none other than the shaman of the barbarian tribe.

His sudden outburst, and his voice like thunder, startled everyone else. But for Jiang Yun, who was quietly meditating with his eyes closed, it was fatally damaging.

Knowing that when cultivators have an epiphany, the most important thing is to avoid distractions from outside objects or forces. After all, epiphanies are a kind of ethereal and unpredictable state that can be encountered but not sought after.

Once disturbed by external forces, not only will the process of gaining insight be interrupted, but it is even possible for people to go astray.

Lightly injured, severely fatal.

From the blood that spewed from Jiang Yun's mouth, it was evident that he had been severely wounded by the furious roar of the tribal sacrifice.

Jiang Yun finally opened his eyes, not even having time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly turned his head, two pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent, staring straight at the Shaman of the Savage Tribe.

At this moment, Jiang Yun could finally confirm that the person who had secretly attacked him was the shaman of the desolate clan.

Because now, he was deliberately interrupting his own enlightenment, deliberately wanting to hurt and even kill himself!

If the other party only acted to prevent him from winning the bet, then Ginger Cloud wouldn't harbor any resentment towards him.

But the other party's purpose was obviously no longer just to lose the bet, but to kill him. Of course, Ginger Cloud wouldn't give him any more face.

Among the spectators, many had also seen through this point, so their eyes looking at the priest of the barbaric tribe were filled with disdain.

The grand chieftain of the desolate clan, a figure of almost equal status to the elder and patriarch, would actually use such despicable means against a young cultivator from another race in front of all the cultivators present.

Even, even in Huang Junyan's eyes flashed a trace of displeasure.

Even though the sacrifices of the barbarian tribe are for the sake of their own face, secretly attacking Jiang Yun, there should at least be some measure.

But under repeated attempts failed to stop Jiang Yun's situation, he actually intensified, blatantly harming Jiang Yun's behavior, is the real shame of the wilderness tribe, smearing the wilderness tribe.

Although dissatisfied, Huang Junyan still remained silent.

Although many people have guessed the purpose of the ritual, there is no concrete evidence. Even if they spread the word, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.

But if, at this time, as the chieftain myself, I were to ask about the responsibility of the sacrificial ritual, it would be tantamount to admitting guilt.

Seeing Ji Yun's gaze, the shaman of the Barbarian Tribe said expressionlessly: "Ji Yun, your ability to obtain the recognition of our clan's sacred artifact and seize this opportunity is your fortune!"

But now is the time for my Barbarian Army to triumph, you should learn from that valiant Daoist friend of yore!

"Surely, we can't waste so much of everyone's time because of just one person."

The shaman's words were indeed eloquent, causing Jiang Yun to withdraw the killing intent in his eyes and nod slightly, "Thank you, Shaman Elder, for reminding me. Indeed, it was my fault."

"In that case, I, Ginger, will first complete this grand competition."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yun slowly stood up.

Then, Ginger Cloud's steps rose once more, finally stepping onto the thirtieth step!

Now, everyone no longer cares how many steps Jiang Yun can finally take. They are more concerned about the bet between him and Huang Yongfeng, who will win and who will lose.

Everyone's hearts hung in the balance as Jiang Yun raised his foot, especially Huang Yongfeng, whose heart was already pounding in his throat.

Because once Ginger Cloud's foot touches the ground, it means this bet will have a result.

However, at that moment, Jiang Yun's foot froze in mid-air. He turned his back to everyone and said, "Huang Yongfeng, if my foot ever touches the ground, you lose!"

Aoyong Feng's body trembled slightly. He no longer cared about secrecy and directly looked to the Aorac tribe's shaman for help, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something.

But as the words reached my lips, they were met with a cold stare from the sacrificial offering.

And the next moment, under the gaze of everyone, the thirtieth step beneath Jiang Yun's feet suddenly began to shake.

Even, the entire Wuheng Peaks were shaking violently. Amidst the tremors, everyone clearly saw that the originally only hundred-zhang high Wuheng Peaks began to expand.

Under this inflation, there was even a suffocatingly immense pressure that once again permeated the air, but it vanished in an instant.

No, it wasn't a true disappearance, but this pressure, all of it, had converged onto Jiang Yun's body.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yun's hearty laughter echoed.

Even if you were to restore these five desolate peaks to their former glory, and even if you unleashed the supreme power of the Sacred Artifacts of the Wasteland Clan, you would still be unable to stop my advance!

As soon as the words left her lips, two more lines of chaotic markings appeared on Jiang Yun's brow.

A total of three wild patterns, one horizontal and two vertical, this is what Jiang Yun currently feels about the wild patterns.

But this was not the end of Jiang Yunhuang's markings, because just as Jiang Yun had spat blood on the thirtieth step earlier, that blood, as if imbued with life, suddenly sprang to life and began to move rapidly.

It was like an invisible finger, using this blood as ink, wrote the word "death"!

"Hum!"

At the moment the character “death” was formed, it suddenly rose automatically, breaking away from the thirtieth step and surging towards Ginger Cloud’s brow.

And as this “death” character appeared, it was like a branding iron, deeply imprinted beneath the three rough strokes on Jiang Yun's brow. At that moment, Jiang Yun spoke in a loud voice: "Huang Yongfeng, you have lost!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the foot that had always been hovering finally came down with a heavy thud.

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