How can I break [System] if I don’t want to be the male lead?

The place where the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is held is the place where the spiritual power in the ancient clan's space is the strongest.

The white mist of spiritual power here has already turned into substance. Walking in it, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can squeeze out a pinch of flocculent spiritual power at your fingertips, put it on your nose and sniff it, and it can be easily absorbed into the dantian. Inside.

In the center of the sea of ​​fog, an open-air high platform has been temporarily built. It is not known what material it is made of. The black surface is like snake scales, with a translucent color, reflecting the magnificent scene around it.

A translucent rune formation slowly rotated above the high platform, emitting a steady stream of suction, absorbing all the white mist of spiritual power from far and near.

Around the bottom of the high platform, there are sacrifices like hills. Qin, Xie, Ji, Yan, Teng, Wu, Shang, Zhan, Luan, there are nine ancient clans, and there are nine hills.

At this moment, the positions behind the sacrifices of each clan were already full of lords and elders. They wore the clan robes of their respective clans, with exquisite clan patterns engraved on them, like butterflies waiting to dance.

A distant bell sounded, and the elders of the nine clans spoke at the same time, with vicissitudes and ethereal tones in their throats, forming an ancient ballad that has been passed down for a long time.

The lords of the nine clans stepped forward and stood in front of their respective sacrifices. Amidst the sound of singing, they read their respective prayers in ancient Chinese.

At this moment, everyone's voices were intertwined, not only did not make any noise, but instead showed a strange coordination, constantly echoing and wandering in this space.

Lin Yanyu stood in the sea of ​​fog in the distance, listening to this song, her heart couldn't help but become surging.

His thoughts were mixed, and in the sound of the ballad, his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be inspired, and countless fragments of memories appeared, whether they were deeply remembered or completely forgotten.

Those people... those things... this life... and past lives...

Is this the power of the Voice of the Ancients?

Qin Zuikang stood at the forefront of the Qin clan, wearing that dark blue priest's robe, the wide skirt sweeping the floor, like a gorgeous phoenix feather spreading in the wind.The runes flowed on the surface of the robe, exuding waves of majestic invisible energy, which echoed the rune formation above the high platform.

He stood there without moving, and when the song turned to a high-pitched chapter, he stepped up and walked up the high platform.

Step by step, the graceful dark blue robe moved with him, like waves in an ocean of stars, endless.

When he stepped on the last step, the singing stopped abruptly.

All the members of the nine clans looked up at the high priest who was common to all the nine clans, and bent down to perform the highest standard of etiquette among the ancient clans.

The etiquette represents the deep respect for the inheritance of secret methods, the persistent pursuit of inner doubts, and the endless inquiry into the way of rules.

Qin Zuikang stood on the high platform, his stern facial features were as ruthless as a god, he glanced at Lin Yanyu from a distance, and the last bit of enthusiasm in his eyes completely disappeared.

He stretched out his hand, the back of which was covered with scars, and in his palm was holding a strangely shaped black iron mask, which glowed faintly under the clear light of the rune formation.

Qin Zuikang raised his hand, tapped the ocher red fingertips on the openings of the mask, and slowly put the black iron mask on his face.

But at this moment, the wind and fog blew up, and unprecedented turbulent spiritual power erupted from his body, and the spiritual power penetrated straight into the sky, and even the nine stars in the sky stopped emitting light.

At this moment, he is not a man, but a god.

The people of the Nine Clans were immediately shocked by the aftermath of the force and retreated hundreds of steps. They finally stabilized their figures, and the sacrifices around the high platform began to decay and fester at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everything around it became dark, and under the reflection of the dancing flames in the basin, a faint blue picture slowly unfolded in the sky.

Those were the eyes of Qin Zuikang. He raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes emitted a faint blue light, bursting out with shocking spiritual power, passing through the rune formation above the high platform, and spreading across the entire space of the ancient race. The sky formed a starry shadow.

As if driven by an invisible force, the nine stars in the sky began to rotate for the first time in history, and when their backsides appeared in front of everyone, Lin Yanyu was stunned.

He opened his mouth slightly, his expression on his face was very astonished, because he found that these nine stars - like nine eyeballs.

No, it's not like, it's the eyes!

Nine stars, or in other words nine eyeballs shot out intense beams of white light at the same time, sinking into Qin Zuikang's body, causing a scorching light to escape from him, making people dare not look at him closely.

The wind howled, and the white mist of spiritual power filled the sight. Everyone could only see that all the spiritual power of Qin Zuikang was poured into the sky. After a long time, a dark hole finally opened in the sky .

"Successful?!" The members of the Nine Clans exclaimed, holding their breath and concentrating on it, their gazes looking at the sky showed unprecedented madness and scorching heat.

"Uh-"

Qin Zuikang let out a sharp cry of pain, and the hole in the sky seemed to be a bottomless abyss, plundering all his spiritual power wantonly.

And behind the hole, there are strange patterns and symbols appearing, arranged and combined by themselves, so fast that people can't see clearly at all.

Hearing the painful voice on the high platform, Lin Yanyu's breathing was completely disordered, he didn't pay attention to the symbols, his whole heart was broken by Qin Zuikang.

"Xiao Qin..." His pale lips moved, and Lin Yanyu seemed to be muttering to herself. The next moment, he jumped up and rushed towards the high platform, with a sad voice in his mouth, shouting loudly: "Xiao Qin!"

"My lord!"

A group of personal guards had been on guard for a long time, they formed a human wall and surrounded them, regardless of the superiority and inferiority, they all stretched out their hands to form a human prison, completely imprisoning Lin Yanyu's limbs.

"Let go of me, you let me go!"

"My lord, please calm down!"

Calm down, why is he so calm?

But at this moment, there was a huge explosion sound on the high platform, which shook the heavens and the earth!

Lin Yanyu's eyes were red, and she was about to burst into tears, "Qin Zuikang!!! Let me go!"

The spiritual power in his body erupted completely, and he slammed away the guards who trapped him, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" middle.

"My lord, the high priest has an order. In case of an emergency, protecting your safety is the first task of the subordinates!"

Lin Yanyu remained silent, her spiritual power erupted again, knocking those personal guards to the ground.

Another wave...more personal guards surrounded...

"My lord!"

The hole in the sky disappeared, and the phantom in the starry sky collapsed in an instant. The nine stars continued to turn back, and began to emit a faint white light.

And Qin Zuikang on the high platform——

The black iron mask was shattered inch by inch, gradually falling from his face, and even his handsome face was covered with cracks and blood all over his face.

All the runes on the dark blue robe disappeared, and his hair was scattered behind his back, glued together with the blood all over his body.

He seemed to be trying to support his figure, but he was still exhausted and fell down in front of everyone.

For a moment, under the high platform, there was a dead silence.

However, it didn't take long before there was a murderous intent to soar into the sky, and the lords of the nine clans all flew into the air, looking down at Qin Zuikang who had fallen on the high platform.

The lord of the Ji Clan took a step forward and spoke first: "Qin Zuikang, your spiritual power is so weak that you can't even support a great gift to worship the heavens. It is really a waste to pass on the blood of the high priest to you!"

"My lord heard that he was immersed in the masculinity of the foreigner named Lin for a long time, and he emptied his body without knowing it. Hehe, after all, he is young and vigorous, everyone should understand!" The person who spoke was the Yan family. Lord.

The Lord of the Luan Clan immediately said angrily: "Hey, Lord Qin, you Qin Clan are really going too far! As early as 20 years ago, you and my two clans had already agreed on the matter of blood inheritance, and our clan worked hard to find it. Spiritual girls who are suitable for breeding blood, how about you, have you fulfilled your promise?!"

The complexion of the Qin clan lord couldn't help turning black, "Can this be my lord's fault? Why don't you tell Qin Zuikang yourself if you have the ability?!"

The lord of the Teng clan said gloomyly: "How long are you going to chat? Are you going to hesitate here until his cultivation base recovers?!"

The lord of the Zhan clan retreated directly and flew down, as if he wanted to take the elders of the clan away, causing those people to be indignant.

"They are the least courageous. If the Gu Clan were to be wiped out, their Zhan Clan would definitely be the first to exterminate their clan!"

"Okay, okay, what do you care about him? Qin Zuikang's mother belongs to their Zhan clan. Speaking of which, they are also Qin Zuikang's mother clan, so naturally they won't be with us."

"Let them go, as long as they don't make trouble. Let's discuss it and make a covenant now to see how many clans are willing to unite temporarily?"

Qin, Ji, Yan, Teng, Shang, Luan, the lords of the six clans all took a step forward and clapped their palms together.

The lords of the Xiewu tribes stood aside, seemingly hesitant.

The Lord of the Ji Clan immediately opened his mouth to confuse: "Take advantage of his illness to kill him! Thank you Lord, Lord Wu, if we don't give it a go, we will never get the high priest's bloodline and those memory inheritances!"

"That's the reason! Think about it, the Qin clan has inherited the bloodline of the high priest for three generations, and the pitiful Luan clan has never had it in one generation! And now Qin Zuikang likes men from other races, and you want to send the spirit girl If you give it to him, will he take it? Not to mention getting the blood of the high priest!" The lord of the Luan clan was furious.

"That's right! We can definitely make an appointment to imprison Qin Zuikang, and then let the spiritual girls of our various races intercede with him in order to conceive a son. The high priest's bloodline will be passed on to whose family, it depends on God's will." !” As soon as the Lord Shang’s proposal came out, it received great approval.

"Shang Zunzhu is right, my Yan family agrees with this method."

"My Teng tribe also agrees, it's fair to everyone!"

Lin Yanyu felt terrified when she heard the voice from afar—these people actually wanted to imprison Qin Zuikang and treat him as a stud for breeding? !

Qin Zuikang stood up staggeringly, with the same cold and heartless expression on his face, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and smiled sinisterly at those lords.

"Want to imprison me?"

"Heh, if you are not afraid of death, come and try."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow's grand finale will be slapped in the face, and they will not end well