512: C512 Anger of Ancestral Spirit

C512 Anger of Ancestral Spirit

In this world, if one had the most hatred towards Qing Wuwei, and who wanted to kill Qing Wuwei the most, it would undoubtedly be Qing Clan.

At the time Qing Clan was in the best of times, it was this man who caused Qing Clan to decline. Old Patriarch was indirectly killed because of him, and countless experts of Qing Clan died because of him, which was the main culprit behind the decline of Qing Clan.

Endless killing intent emitted from the ten elders' bodies. Within the Qing Clan, the ten elders were undoubtedly the ones who wanted to kill Qing Wuwei the most.

The Qing Clan was an ordinary clan of the demon race a thousand years ago. However, a thousand years ago, Old Patriarch appeared and led these people all the way to the peak, becoming the most dazzling existence in the entire Demonland.

The ten Qing Clan elders had grown up with Qing Clan by Old Patriarch, and to them, Qing Clan was like the faith in their hearts, an existence that they could pay with their lives.

But Qing Clan Old Patriarch died because of this man.

In these ten years, there was no day in the ten elders in the Qing Clan that they didn't want to kill Qing Wuwei.

Boundless killing intent filled the skies. Those who had wanted to kill for the past ten years suddenly appeared in front of them. The killing intent that had been accumulating in their hearts for the past ten years was now spreading out.

"Swoosh!" A golden ray of light flashed across the sky and earth. While the ten Qing Clan Elders were still in shock, Jin Yin made his move.

It was precisely when the minds of the ten Qing Clan Elders were shaken that as long as the ten Elders had the slightest bit of hesitation, they would be unable to stop his attack. With his understanding of the ten Clan Elders, the ten Qing Clan Elders would definitely hesitate.

"Qing Wuwei must die." Jin Yin's eyes were filled with killing intent.

A blood-red light flashed and once again blocked Jin Yin's path. Qing Ba didn't have any hesitation; the murderous intent in his eyes was still as strong as before, but he stood firmly in front of Lee Taibai, blocking the path in front of Lee Taibai.

Other than him, the other nine people also landed beside Lee Taibai to protect him.

"You!" Jin Yin's eyes revealed a look of disbelief.

"You're right, we do want to kill this guy." Qing Ba's eyes were filled with killing intent, but this killing intent was also filled with helplessness.

"But this guy is someone the chief wants to protect. How can we kill him?" Qing Ba's eyes were filled with helplessness.

All ten elders of the Qing Clan had their eyes filled with helplessness.

It was extremely simple for them to kill Qing Wuwei, but they had never done so before. They hadn't even gone out to look for Qing Wuwei.

This was the grandson of Old Patriarch, the person they wanted to protect. How could they defy the belief in their hearts?

"Protect." The eyes of the ten people were filled with determination. Even if Qing Wuwei did not awaken the Ancestral Spirit, they would still protect him. Now that Qing Wuwei had awakened the Ancestral Spirit, they would even more so.

"Ten elders of the Qing Clan, it seems to me that you all are the ten idiots of the Qing Clan. Since it's like this, you can't blame me for this." Jin Yin exhaled. His eyes were extremely cold. Originally, he did not want to use this power, but now that he did not, he was destined to be blocked. Everything he did would be in vain.

A golden dagger appeared in Jin Yin's hand. On the golden dagger, a golden radiance flickered and the faint sound of a dragon's cry could be heard from the middle of the dagger. The moment the dagger appeared, everyone's souls couldn't help but tremble.

"Do you want to die!?" The moment the Qing Clan Elder saw the golden dagger, his expression changed greatly.

In everyone's eyes, the golden dagger stabbed into Jin Yin's body. This was his own stab. Red blood flowed out from Jin Yin's chest and was absorbed by the golden dagger.

The sky had become gloomy at some point, and the rain gradually fell, drenching the ground and also drenching everyone's hearts.

Within the Jin Clan, a dazzling figure stepped onto the air, looked at the distant sky, and felt the bloodline of his own kin. It was the aura of death.

"Jin Yin." Suspicion appeared in Jin Clan Head's eyes. He did not understand why Jin Yin would use such a forbidden power, a forbidden power that could only be used once in this Jin Clan.

"Could it be Half-spiritual Saint has made his move?" An idea flashed through Jin Clan Head's mind, but it was quickly abandoned. If Half-spiritual Saint made a move, Jin Yin's use of this power would be useless.

"It's not Half-spiritual Saint, only one of the top few in Realm Spirit King."

"Impossible." Jin Clan shook his head again, and said with complete certainty.

"Looks like something unexpected happened and Jin Yin has to use this power."2

"Patriarch, do we need to go take a look?" A figure appeared not far away from Jin Clan Head and knelt on the ground as he asked.

"No need. Since it was Jin Yin's decision, then there must be a reason. We just need to quietly wait for news." Jin Clan Head said lightly.

Looking at Group Leader Jin and the people kneeling on the ground, admiration was revealed in their eyes. This was a character that honorable people should possess. The trust under the opponent, the calmness in the face of unexpected events, as well as the ruthlessness.

As the king, if he used emotions, how could he be king?

"Borrowing the Ancestral Spirit Blade."

Seeing Jin Yin's actions in the air, a series of screams sounded out.

People of Jin Clan would use their own blood essence to nourish their spirit blades since they were young. As time passed, these spirit blades would become extremely aggressive, and would become invincible if they were to meet an opponent that they could not match.

Jin Clan users could pierce their own heart with their spirit blades, letting the power of their Jin Clan bloodline to burst out, and agitating their Jin Clan's ancestor soul to descend, allowing them to possess a sliver of the Ancestral Spirit's power. This kind of spirit blade, over time, would contain more and more power.

There was once an elder at the Spiritual Commander realm who, before his death, stabbed his own spirit blade, which had been growing for ten thousand years, into his body, erupting with power that exceeded that of a Spirit King.

The droplets continued to fall, gradually increasing in size. Eventually, it turned into a downpour, as if someone was pouring water from the sky. The rain fell onto the ground, wetting everyone's clothes.

Boom!" A thunderous sound resounded throughout the world.

The roar of thunder was like the dance of a silver snake, competing against the heaven and earth.

In the midst of the endless thunder, a golden light appeared. This was a giant creature with a pair of wings on its back that flickered with golden light. Its fat body erupted with terrifying power, looking like a giant flying lizard.

His name was Long.

A golden dragon, this was the clan of Jin Clan.

"Jinlong." Looking at the flying lizards in the sky, many of them had looks of awe on their faces.

"Isn't it just a giant lizard? What gold dragon? All of you are insulting the word 'dragon'. " At this moment, Lee Taibai's voice sounded. His voice was filled with disdain. Not only was this an act, it was also filled with his true thoughts.

When he saw the lizard, he knew that it was just a lizard with a sliver of the dragon's bloodline mixed in.

This kind of existence was known as a dragon. For some reason, Lee Taibai was extremely unhappy in his heart, as if he was being humiliated.

"Flying lizard!" However, when everyone heard Lee Taibai's words, their faces turned incomparably strange. Even the ten Qing Clan elders had incomparably strange expressions. To insult the ancestors of a demon clan, was undoubtedly insulting the faith of their entire clan.

If someone insulted the ancestor spirit of Qing Clan, even if the person in question was in danger of annihilating their entire clan, they would still have to kill the person in question. Even if the person in question could not be killed, he would still bite off a piece of the person's skin.

However, this was not important. One must know that the ancestor souls of the demon clan were conscious.

Boom!" A boundless pressure descended from the sky. The golden dragon stared coldly at Lee Taibai.

Under this terrifying might, everyone present fell to the ground, their complexions incomparably pale. Even the ten Qing Clan Elders knelt on the ground.

The Ancestral Spirit was angry.

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