novellhall Chapter 170: The Ruined Palace in the Wasteland
Chapter 170: The Ruined Palace in the Wasteland
Chapter 170: The Ruined Palace in the Wasteland
Jiang Siming did not try to pass through the light of the Sea God again, but sat down cross-legged, ready to absorb the God-given soul ring.
The crowd did not disturb Jiang Siming, but continued to move towards higher stairs.
Jiang Siming sat cross-legged on the ground, golden beads floating above his head, casting golden light on Jiang Siming.
The golden beads emitted waves of light, impacting Jiang Siming's body.
A tingling sensation like an electric shock swept through my body.
As time went by, the initial numbness gradually turned into a stabbing pain. Jiang Siming finally frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Gradually, sweat dripped down Jiang Siming's forehead like raindrops. The soaked clothes clung tightly to Jiang Siming's body, showing his perfect figure and tight muscles. The rise and fall of his chest became more and more intense.
Jiang Siming's breathing became more and more rapid, and he did not dare to relax at all. Unlike absorbing spirit rings, Jiang Siming had no idea how long he had to persist in order to obtain a hundred thousand year spirit ring.
Jiang Siming could only try his best to hold on.
If there hadn't been that unknown war, Jiang Siming would have lived a happy life, perhaps traveling with Zhu Zhuqing and living the life he wanted.
But Jiang Siming could not predict when the future crisis would come. What was frightening was the unknown danger, but what was even more terrifying was that he knew the danger was coming but he did not have the strength to deal with it.
After just over a decade of experience, Jiang Siming has gradually lost his aspirations, and his desire for strength is more about protecting the people he cares about.
"Hold on a little longer!" Jiang Siming clenched his teeth, his expression had become extremely ferocious, and he kept muttering in his heart.
Compared to the Lake Seven Devils, and even compared to some ordinary Titled Douluo, Jiang Siming is already strong enough. Whether it is people who hate Jiang Siming or people who envy him, they are all shocked by his strong strength and talent. But all this is far from enough. Even if he becomes the strongest in the Douluo World, Jiang Siming is not sure that he can defeat the Lord of the Plane in another world.
Jiang Siming doesn't want to be a savior hero. He just wants to be the loser who just walked out of the Holy Soul Village, wants to show off and pick up girls.
For Jiang Siming, being chosen by the system is a blessing, but also a tragedy. Or it can be said that it is a conspiracy, and those who make the rules use the lucky ones chosen by the system as tools to achieve their goals.
Jiang Siming could not guess whether he could survive the endless dimensional wars in the future.
If possible, if all the planes merge into the strongest one, will the black hand controlling everything behind the scenes let Jiang Siming go?
"Ah!" A heart-wrenching cry resounded throughout the entire Sea God Mountain. A monstrous momentum swept across.
Tang San and the others were horrified and retreated down the stairs one after another.
At this moment, Jiang Siming was still sitting cross-legged, and the Four Zhu Xian Swords were floating around him.
The two purple, three black, and one scarlet sixth soul ring and the Four Zhu Xian swords circulated around Jiang Siming.
There was a wisp of black air rising from Jiang Siming's head, emitting an evil aura.
"Si Ming!" Zhu Zhuqing, who had just come down the stairs, saw Jiang Siming's scene and became extremely anxious, wanting to rush forward.
But he was stopped by Tang San.
"Zhu Qing! Calm down!"
Everyone looked at Jiang Siming with concern, as he was still sitting cross-legged there exuding a strong aura.
"Everyone back off!" Tang San shouted sternly.
Dai Mubai could not help but be shocked and angry, and yelled at Tang San, "Xiao San, you!"
"Get out of the way quickly! Brother Siming, he seems to be possessed by the devil again!" Tang San looked anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Hearing Tang San's words, Dai Mubai and others were shocked.
Shuiyue'er and Bai Chenxiang on the side looked confused, not knowing what had happened.
Jiang Siming's aura continued to rise, and the expression on his face became more and more struggling.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian suddenly retreated. The Chaos Bell suddenly appeared and hovered above Jiang Siming's head.
The sound of the avenue rang out, and runes flowed on the bell, flashing a terrifying light, and slowly penetrated into Jiang Siming's head.
"Where is this?" Jiang Siming opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the scene of Poseidon Island, but a ruined palace.
Jiang Siming looked around and saw that the endless wasteland outside the palace was littered with broken corpses and broken weapons. In addition to the desolation and killing, there was only endless loneliness and sorrow.
Jiang Siming looked at the throne that was cut in half in the ruined palace. A familiar feeling came over him.
Jiang Siming walked towards the throne involuntarily, as if possessed, and stretched out his right hand towards the throne.
"Si Ming!"
Suddenly, an anxious cry came from somewhere in the dead silent air!
"Zhu Qing!" Jiang Siming suddenly trembled, stopped, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.
Suddenly, the bell rang again, and countless mysterious runes appeared in front of Jiang Siming's eyes, wrapping Jiang Siming in the middle.
The broken palace and endless wasteland in front of him seemed to be twisted and broken. A huge black hole appeared in front of Jiang Siming, and the huge suction force made Jiang Siming fall into endless darkness before he could resist.
In front of Poseidon Mountain.
Jiang Siming's originally ferocious face gradually became peaceful, and the terrifying black aura he emitted also dissipated completely.
Just when everyone thought that Jiang Siming had finally recovered, Jiang Siming suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes and shot out two blood-red magic lights.
So as time passed, the light gradually dimmed, Jiang Siming closed his eyes again and sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Si Ming!" Zhu Zhuqing no longer cared about anything at this moment. She rushed forward and hugged Jiang Siming tightly.
Tears slid down Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks and dripped onto Jiang Siming's forehead.
Everyone gathered around and looked at Jiang Siming anxiously. Tang San was no longer able to care about that and took out the Tranquility Grass from his Ruyi Treasure Bag and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing took the Jingxin Grass, wiped away her tears, put the magic grass into her mouth and chewed it carefully, then kissed her lips.
The juice of the meditation grass slowly flowed through the gap and into Jiang Siming's mouth.
Jiang Siming gradually woke up and felt the bitterness in his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the beauty in front of him, he responded subconsciously.
Feeling Jiang Siming's actions, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but tremble all over and hurriedly pushed Jiang Siming away.
Jiang Siming was confused. It was you who kissed me, so why did you push me?
When Jiang Siming reacted, he found that Dai Mubai Ma Hongjun's eyes had gradually become straight and his mouth had shrunk into a circle.
"Cough cough!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but use coughing to cover up his embarrassment.
Jiang Siming stood up and dusted himself off. He looked at everyone curiously and asked, "What are you all doing around me?"
At this moment, Jiang Siming had completely forgotten the scene in the ruined palace.
"Brother Siming, you really scared us to death just now!" Ning Rongrong said, patting her heaving chest.
"Brother Siming, it's difficult for others to become a demon, but you have done it twice. That's awesome!" Ma Hongjun said with some emotion.
Jiang Siming couldn't help but frown. Has he been possessed by the devil again?
Jiang Siming had been gritting his teeth to persist while absorbing the God-given soul ring just now. Jiang Siming thought that he had passed out because he had exceeded his limit.
(End of this chapter)