Gate of God

The snow-white flowers appeared in Nangonghao's white eyes, while in the other red eyes, there was a continuous flash of blood.

It is the blood sacrifice figure!

However, compared with just now, whether it is snow-white flowers or blood sacrifice figure, it has become more clear, as clear as the essence.

"Ah!!!" Nangong Hao let out a roar in his mouth, the Wuwei sword in his hand was raised high, and a blood-like light flowed on the Wuwei sword.

Then, a shocking scene also appeared.

The Wuwei sword in Nangonghao's hands did not meet the heavy hammer that Mo Shan stone hit as everyone expected, but penetrated into his chest with a very fast speed.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spewed out of Nangonghao's mouth directly.

Such a scene undoubtedly shocked the Zongmen disciples below, and even Mo Shanshi rushed over was obviously stunned.

"What are Nangong Hao doing?"

"Suicide?"

"No, he was stabbed above the heart, not suicidal, but, what did he want to do?"

No Zongmen disciples understood what Nangong Hao was doing.

Not only them, but Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng were also somewhat overwhelmed. After all, such a move was still somewhat shocking.

But soon, the expressions on Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's faces also changed.

Because, the blood spouted by Nangong Hao did not disperse as normal, but flowed and condensed in front of him, and finally, even turned into a blood-red flower.

It was a flower with eight petals, and each petal was completely made of blood, and on each petal, there was another extremely complicated character.

"What's this?!" Mo Shanshi's eyes looked at the **** flowers in front of Nangong Hao, and for a time he felt a sense of immobility.

Mu Qingfeng's eyes were also widened. Like Mo Shanshi, Mu Qingfeng's expression was also shocked, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be constantly thinking about the memory of this picture in his mind.

However, at this moment, Nangong Hao's head dropped slowly, and the corner of his mouth crossed a nearly cruel smile.

"You people, you don't even know who you are fighting against!" Nangong Hao's eyes looked down coldly, and there was a kind of divine arrogance faintly in his expression.

"With whom?"

"Nangong Hao, what is he talking about?"

"do not understand at all!"

The Zongmen disciples below heard Nangong Hao's words, and all of you suddenly looked at me, and I looked at you. They all shook their heads and did not know what Nangong Hao was talking about.

Nangong Hao apparently didn't mean to explain, just raised his head slightly and looked at the seven-color Changhong that fell above the top of his head.

"Don't you all call yourself Yan Yan and Huang descendants one by one? Then, do you know why the Huangdi family dominates the world?"

"Huh...you don't know, all you know is the records from ancient borrowings!"

Nangong Hao did not give everyone a chance to speak. It seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be reminiscing about some kind of dusty story.

"I can only tell you that the **** tree was originally owned by my Nangong family, and it was also planted by my ancestors of the Nangong family. Therefore, the fruits of the **** tree can only be owned by our children of the Nangong family. You people can’t even take it away. It's impossible to possess the power of the God Tree!" Nangong Hao's tone was full of contempt.

"The **** tree is planted by the Nangong family?"

"how can that be!"

"It's too absurd, how can we believe it?"

The following Zongmen disciples heard this, and one by one finally couldn't help but refute, because they simply couldn't believe such a thing.

Mu Qingfeng, who has been thinking hard and frowned, has changed his expression suddenly after hearing Nangong Hao's words, and there is an incredible light in his eyes.

"The **** tree is planted by the Nangong family? With the personality of Nangong Hao... it is impossible to lie at this time, but if that is the case, then it is difficult to say that the Nangong family is..."

"Old man Mu, what are you thinking about?" Mo Shanshi's voice reached Mu Qingfeng's ears at this time. It can be heard that Mo Shanshi's tone also had an extreme shock.

"If I guess it's good, I should be the same thing as you think!" Mu Qingfeng naturally understood the meaning of Mo Shanshi's words, but it was still a little bit if he wanted to really say this sentence. Too exaggerated, it can even be said to shock the world.

"Descent of Yan Emperor?" Mo Shanshi's eyes narrowed at this moment.

"Um..." Mu Qingfeng didn't say much, but the long sword in his hand was inadvertently tightened, and his expression looked more dignified.

And for all this.

Nangong Haodu didn't seem to hear it at all. He just continued to look at the sky, looking at the colorful Changhong that fell down, letting the blood from the chest continue to flow from the Wuwei sword, and then slowly flowed in front of him In that eight petal red blood flower.

"What our Nangong family wants is just the word'fairness'. Isn't such a requirement excessive? How dare you guys stop me?"

"Dare to stop me?"

"Dare to stop..."

Nangong Hao's voice constantly echoed in the sky, like a crazy ghost, constantly shaking the hearts of the disciples below.

With the reverberation of this voice, the faces of the Zongmen disciples below had a kind of confusion, and it felt like they were suppressed by this momentum.

"Isn't it just delaying time? Why should it be so grand!" Just at this time, an outdated voice sounded again.

Not too big, but it made the disciples below, even Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's body tremble.

"Delay time?!"

Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's eyes also focused on the blood flowers that were condensing in front of Nangonghao's chest in an instant, and then the two people's expressions suddenly awakened.

When Nangong Hao suddenly made a "self-mutilating" move, they were also subconsciously shocked by Nangong Hao's move. Then, Nangong Hao also used the short-term shock to speak "self-report".

And this kind of readme is undoubtedly very attractive.

Because, even now, Mu Qingfeng, Mo Shanshi and others still don't know what kind of plan Nangong Family has, then, Nangong Hao's opening naturally gives them the opportunity to solve their doubts.

Because of this, they gave Nangonghao some more time, even if all this was unintentional, but the fact is that the **** flowers in front of Nangonghao have become more and more solid.

"Whether he is the descendant of Yan Emperor or not, stop him!" Mu Qingfeng spoke at this time, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand quickly cut the demon king who was standing in front of him.

At the next moment, Mu Qingfeng rushed towards Nangonghao directly.

However, Mo Shanshi's speed is obviously faster. After being reminded by Founder, Mo Shanshi has moved, and the black giant hammer in his hand has once again turned into a raindrop.

"Hehe...it's late, it's too late!" Nangong Hao's eyes looked at the raindrops falling on his own hammer, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very cold.

And then, his body disappeared directly in the same place, just like the teleportation from the sky, almost appeared in the blink of an eye, and appeared on the ice and snow **** tree.

Bloody flowers float on Nangong Hao's palm.

On his chest...

The Wuwei sword had been pulled out, but there were still drops of blood on the tip of the sword, and then the blood flowed into the blood-colored flowers floating on the palm of his hand again.

"Today, with my blood, the flower of the **** tree is cast, the fruit of the **** tree is irrigated, the colorful Changhong is used as the bridge, and the wish of the earth mother is opened to open the door of heaven!"

"Boom!"

As Nangong Hao's voice fell, a golden sky thunder that seemed to come from the ancient sky also crossed the sky, and it directly blasted on the top of the **** tree.

"Click!"

There was a loud noise.

At this moment, the entire Divine Tree suddenly seemed to be split apart by Sky Thunder, and a series of cracks continued to spread from the top of the Divine Tree toward the bottom.

"what happened?"

"What is the flower of the **** tree, what is the fruit of the **** tree, and also the colorful rainbow... The most important thing is, what does that phrase mean by Mother Earth's wish?"

"Look, look, the **** tree is cracked!"

The disciples of Zongmen below were shocked, and suddenly saw a strange scene, the ice and snow **** tree was completely split, and a golden light continued to flow from the cracks in the branches and trunks.

"No, it wasn't cracking, bathing the thunder...this is the real **** tree!" Mu Qingfeng was also shocked when he saw this scene, but soon, he also reacted.

At this moment, although he was still not sure about the plan of the Nangong family, he finally understood the true identity of the **** tree in front of him.

To put it bluntly, this **** tree is a "body".

A body of ice and snow built by Nangong Hao with a strong source of power, but this body is not the soul of the real **** tree.

However, when Nangong Hao cited his own blood as the golden sky thunder fell, the **** tree, which originally had only the body, finally had the true spirit of the **** tree.

"Boom!" The ground cracked at this moment.

A golden light rushed out of the ground, and then turned into ancient vines, and the ancient scent of old radiated continuously on those vines.

"Has it finally succeeded? Hahaha...Is my Nangong family's long-awaited wish of tens of thousands of years finally fulfilled today? No one can stop us anymore, and it is impossible!" Nangongtian's eyes looked at The vines emerging from the ground, the expression also became extremely crazy and excited.

The Zongmen disciples who are standing below are widening their eyes one by one, and constantly receding towards the back, because the breath is too strong, so strong that they can’t get close at all, they can only stay away, and even have A feeling of kneeling immediately.

"Click, click!"

The golden light ripped open the branches and trees of the Ice and Snow Tree, and then wrapped the branches and trees of the Ice and Snow Tree again, making it a bit dark.

It's just that in the dark, there seems to be some kind of breath agitating, it feels like the heart is beating, the rhythm is very uniform.

"In the snow... Is there a tree trunk to be born?!"

"This is amazing too!"

"God tree, is this the real **** tree?"

The following Zongmen disciples have seen such a vision, it is naturally shocked.

However, this process did not last too long. When the golden light continued to radiate, more and more vines also rushed out of the ground, and the trunk of the Ice and Snow Tree slowly became real. The trunk is dark and ancient, and there is a stream of light flowing on it.

"Old man Mo!" At this moment, Mu Qingfeng's voice also sounded.

"Understood!" Mo Shanshi naturally knows the meaning of Mu Qingfeng, although, on the surface, the God Tree has really risen and has the tree spirit.

But what does this mean?

Mo Shanshi did not know, nor was he sure.

But one thing he knows ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He will not give up, even at the last moment, he will not give up his determination to stop Nangong Hao.

And this is also the most important state of mind for a strong man, never give up!

Therefore, in the first time, Mo Shanshi also rushed to Nangong Hao again. The black giant hammer in his hand was like a towering high mountain, and he smashed towards the top of Nangong Hao's head.

"Boom!" That was the sound of the black giant hammer rubbing against the air at extremely fast speeds, which sounded like thunder rolling.

The most important thing is that Mo Shanshi's body also doubled sharply at this moment, and the original skinny body suddenly became blue muscles burst.

The powerful force is undoubtedly revealed.

Such a scene, even if Founder Zheng saw it, was a little surprised. After all, he really couldn't realize the feeling that the old man suddenly became strong.

Of course, he once asked the Heavenly Sage Saint about this kind of explanation, and the answer of the Heavenly Sage Saint was very simple. The true appearance of the strong man in the Holy Realm has always been his appearance when he entered the saint.

As for the thin body...

Some are secret occult techniques, which are done to delay the life cycle, and others are specially made by the Holy Realm strongmen. After all, a person whose appearance has not changed for decades will always make the world unable to adapt. .

"I don't know if Mo Shanshi belongs to the former or the latter?" While Founder straightened his guess, the black giant hammer in Mo Shanshi's hand had reached the top of Nangonghao's head.

The rumbling thunder shook everyone's eardrums.

Almost no need to try, everyone also knows that this blow is definitely Mo Shanshi's best blow, there is no left at all.

"Come to death!" Mo Shanshi's face also became a bit gritty at this moment, his face, body, and golden lines flowing continuously.