Heavenly Lord Asura

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You must know that spirit veins are not only the foundation of maintaining a race, but also the foundation of maintaining a world!

Just imagine, if all the spiritual veins in the holy world are destroyed, what will happen?

At that time, whether it is a fierce beast or a human cultivator, it will gradually grow old and die like a mortal. Pinshu.com (wWW.VoDtw.coM) ￠￡,

Until the end, there were no more cultivators in the entire holy world, only mortals.

This is not alarmist talk, it is a fact!

Therefore, although there is no explicit stipulation, it is forbidden to destroy spiritual veins regardless of the continent!

You can **** it, you can take it for yourself, but you are not allowed to destroy it, otherwise, once the world knows about it, you will become a public enemy!

But Wutian collects spirit veins just to destroy, how can Ling Chenye not worry? not afraid?

But just when he was about to refuse, Wu Tian only said a word, and he immediately went down!

The content of this sentence is; if you do not lead the way, I will forcefully read your memory!

As long as the cultivator knows the consequences of forcibly reading the memory, Ling Chenye's strength is not as good as Wutian, how dare to resist?

He only hates himself now, why should he take the initiative to provoke this demon king?

It is easy for a thief ship to go up, but it is difficult to get down!

In desperation, he could only take Wutian to the major first-class races.

For fifty years, they patronized six first-class races and captured twenty god-level spiritual veins.

Similarly, these six first-class races have since disappeared in the long river of history.

Of course, Wutian was all shot. The resources and treasures of the six first-class races also entered his pockets, and Ling Chenye, who led the way, did not get a single hair, which made him quite unhappy. complain.

However, the destruction of the Seven Kills, the Blood Refining, and the other six war races has attracted the attention of interested people.

In a certain hall, hundreds of people gathered.

"You said, who is so lawless, destroying eight first-class war clan in a row?"

"It's really hard to tell, it may be that these eight warriors have offended someone."

"No, no, how can eight war clan offend one person at the same time? This possibility is not reliable."

"Except for this possibility, what else can you explain clearly?"

"I heard that none of the members of the eight war tribes was spared. With such a cruel method, it would be difficult to do this unless there is blood and deep hatred."

"That's weird, could it be said that these eight warriors really offended who the same person?"

Inside the hall, the voices of people boiled and were extremely noisy.

Suddenly, a black-clothed man came to the entrance of the hall, and a purple-clothed youth followed.

Someone immediately said: "The patriarch of the Saint Soul War Clan is here, everyone is quiet."

Suddenly, the hall fell silent, and everyone looked at the black-clothed man outside the hall, and said, "I have seen the Patriarch of the Holy Soul."

"Dear patriarchs, we are all old friends for many years, so don't be so polite."

The big man in black laughed, strode into the hall, walked among the crowds, and greeted the people on both sides friendly.

The purple-clothed youth behind him was silent.

The black-clothed man walked to the main seat in front of him before he stopped. After turning around, he did not take a seat. He looked at the purple-clothed youth next to him and smiled: "Mr. Mo, please sit down."

From his smile, there was a hint of flattery.

Upon seeing this, the hundreds of people below couldn't help but look at the purple-clothed youth in doubt, secretly guessing his identity.

The purple-clothed youth smiled and said, "Holy Soul Patriarch, I'm just a junior and a guest. I can't overwhelm you. I think I will sit here.

The purple-clothed youth walked to a seat below and sat on it, with an extraordinary temperament invisibly.

The Saint Soul Patriarch was silent for a while, nodded and smiled at the purple-clothed youth, then sat on the main seat, scanned the hundreds of people below his eyes, and smiled: "I'll introduce you to this young man named Mo Yuyang is an emissary from the temple."

"A messenger from the temple?"

Everyone was taken aback for a while, and immediately bowed and said, "I have seen Lord Mo."

With a friendly smile on his face, Mo Yuyang smiled and said, "You are welcome, please sit down."

Everyone arched their hands towards Mo Yuyang, and then landed on their positions one by one.

The patriarch of the Saint Soul War Clan glanced at the audience with a smile, and finally fell on Mo Yuyang.

At this moment, he smiled and was replaced with seriousness. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Mo, please also tell us what you know."

"Of course."

Mo Yuyang nodded, got up and waved a big hand, with divine power gushing out, condensing a ghost.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the ghost was wearing a blood-colored mask, and a long snow-white hair, wearing a white gown, about seven feet tall, and quite thin, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

That's right, this is the phantom of Wutian!

Mo Yuyang scanned the audience and said with his fingers, "Presumably everyone is guessing, who is the one who destroyed the eight first-class races? I will tell you now that this murderer is him."

"he?"

Everyone furrowed their eyebrows, and there was a bit of doubt in their eyes.

Mo Yuyang waved his hand, and the phantom in the sky collapsed immediately, and then said: "Are you thinking, why are the eight first-class races alarming the temple?"

Everyone nodded.

Mo Yuyang said: "In the beginning, our temple didn't care about it, but ten years ago, we accidentally discovered that this man destroyed these eight first-class races not for revenge, nor for stealing treasures."

Someone couldn't wait to ask: "What is that for?"

Mo Yuyang returned to the seat, his eyes flashed with cold, and said: "He is trying to **** the spiritual vein."

"Snatch the spirit vein?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Someone said: "Mr. Mo, forgive me for speaking out. It is not a big deal to **** spiritual veins. Why would the temple intervene?"

Mo Yuyang said: "If we simply **** the spirit veins, of course our temple will not take care of it, but this person snatches the spirit veins to destroy it!"

"what?"

"He actually wants to destroy the spirit vein?"

"Don't he know the importance of spiritual veins to our cultivators?"

"Don't he know that destroying spiritual veins will become a public enemy?"

Everyone was astonished, and they looked incredible.

"Of course he knows the importance of spiritual veins. He will become a public enemy, and he naturally knows."

Mo Yuyang smiled faintly, and continued: "According to our investigation, this person destroyed the spiritual veins in order to absorb the energy of the spiritual veins, so that he can accelerate the breakthrough."

Someone asked: "What's the proof?"

Mo Yuyang said: "It is said that two hundred and fifty years ago, this person had already snatched the two spiritual veins of the Ming Dynasty war clan. We also personally went to the Ming Dynasty war clan to investigate. The elders of the Ming king war clan told us that at that time Soon after a person took away the spirit veins, they destroyed the two spirit veins, absorbed all the energy, and then began to cross the catastrophe. Many people witnessed this scene with their own eyes."

"This man is damned!"

"It's just a **** thing!"

"Mr. Mo, this person must be eradicated as soon as possible, otherwise he will have more spiritual veins and be attacked by him."

The crowd was fierce and full of righteous indignation, as if they wanted to cramp Wutian.

The Saint Soul Patriarch asked: "Mr. Mo, what is the strength of this person? What is his identity?"

Mo Yuyang shook his head and said: "As you can see, this person has always been wearing a mask. No one has seen his true face yet, and his identity is also unknown. As for the strength, we have not checked it yet, but according to His deeds, our temple inferred that he should be a **** of ten kalpas."

The saint soul patriarch frowned and said: "What if it is a supreme?"

Mo Yuyang smiled lightly and said: "Impossible, if he is the Supreme, he will not start against the Ming Dynasty war clan. After all, the Ming Dynasty war clan is only a second-class race, and it is said that his divine calamity at the time was only nine ways, and the Supreme was Eighteen ways, from this, it can be seen that he is at most a **** of ten calamities."

Saint Soul Patriarch said: "In this way, as long as we work together to eradicate him, it will not be difficult."

Mo Yuyang said: "Don’t be underestimated. He can destroy eight first-class races including the Seven Kills in a row, and he can still destroy you, and I heard that his divine calamity is blood red. Presumably you all know that this kind of people are desperate people who are unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals. If you dare to be careless, the Seven Kills will be your footsteps."

"Crimson Spirit Tribulation!"

"No wonder he would do such a crazy thing!"

"I think this person has been enchanted, and it is imperative to kill him!"

In the eyes of everyone, there is a strong murderous intent!

Mo Yuyang said: "This is why our temple has to come out in person. You only need to be responsible for inquiring about his news, and leave the other things to our temple."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded respectfully.

Mo Yuyang waved his hand and said, "Go, I want to know his whereabouts in ten years."

"Master Mo, goodbye!"

"Holy Soul Patriarch, goodbye!"

Hundreds of people got up and left quickly.

Soon, only Mo Yuyang, the patriarch of the Holy Soul, remained in the hall.

The Saint Soul Patriarch got up, came to Mo Yuyang, and said with a smile: "This time, Lord Mo brought someone here. It must be a fake to kill this person. It is true to let this person return to the temple!"

"You old fox, you really can't hide anything from you."

Mo Yuyang glanced at the Saint Soul Patriarch with contempt, and nodded: "You are right. Although this person is very sinful, he is the talent that my temple needs, but this time I will lead the team. Everything is what I said. After all, if you want to keep him, it depends on his performance."

At the end, Mo Yuyang couldn't help but sneered.

"Of course, if he is uninterested, why not just kill him?"

The Saint Soul Patriarch immediately slapped him over, making Mo Yuyang quite enjoyable.

The patriarch of the Saint Soul smiled flatly and said, "Master Mo, I don't know if there is any news about what I gave you last time?"

"Don't worry, I have already talked about this to the high level of the temple, and they have already stated that the noble son has a good talent, and he entered the Nine Tribulations God at a young age. If he can enter the Ten Tribulations God in the next thousand years, then Bring the noble son into the temple as a key training object."

Having said this, Mo Yuyang frowned slightly, and said: "But I'm very surprised, isn't your Holy Soul War Clan a branch of Tiandu War Clan? Why don't you go directly to Tiandu War Clan for help? Instead, you are looking for me? After all, the Tiandu War Clan is a king race. They want to let one person enter the temple, it is much easier than me."

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It’s not that I’ve never found the Tiandu War Clan before, but they made a request. Only when my son is separated from the Holy Spirit Clan, I am willing to help. How can such a successful son be given to them in vain?"

The Patriarch of the Holy Spirit sighed deeply, full of helplessness, and some indignation.

Mo Yuyang sneered and said, "So that's the case, this Heavenly War Clan, I have to say, I really will enjoy it."

The patriarch of the Holy Spirit snorted coldly: "It's more than just sitting back and enjoying the results. It's simply arrogant. I still don't believe it. Without them, my son would not be able to enter the temple!"

After the words, he quickly got up with a trace of flattery on his face, and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Mo, you walked too fast last time, I haven't had time to thank you, you must stay today, let me do my landlord friendship and repay The kindness of the son, please!"

"The patriarch was kindly invited. If I refuse, doesn't it seem like I am arrogant and defiant? Besides, I am also looking forward to it. How can you repay me the patriarch? Let's go!"

Mo Yuyang smiled faintly, got up and walked outside the hall.

The patriarch of Saint Soul followed closely behind.