Heavenly Lord Asura Chapter 1671: Alarm the temple

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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!

Imagine if all the spiritual veins in the holy world were destroyed, what would 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 are 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 no matter what continent you are in!

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!

Wu Tian collects spirit veins just to destroy, how can Ling Chenye not worry? not afraid?

But 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 don't lead the way, I will forcefully read your memory!

The consequences of forcibly reading the memory, as long as a cultivator knows that 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?

The thief ship is easy to get up, but it is difficult to get down!

In desperation, he can 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, and 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. , No less complaining.

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

Hundreds of people gathered in a large hall.

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

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

"No, no, how can eight warriors offend one person at the same time? This possibility is unreliable."

"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, unless there is blood and deep enmity, it is difficult to do this step."

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

In the main hall, the voices are very loud and noisy.

Suddenly, a black-clothed man came to the entrance of the main 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 crowd, and greeted the people on both sides friendly.

The purple-clothed youth behind him was silent.

The big man in black walked all the way to the main seat in front, before stopping. 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 is a hint of flattery.

Seeing this, 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 overpower the guests. 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 said with a smile: "I will introduce you, this son of Mo, His name is Mo Yuyang, an emissary from the temple."

"The messenger from the temple?"

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

With a friendly smile on Mo Yuyang's face, he smiled: "You are welcome, please sit down."

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

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

At this moment, he smiled and was replaced with seriousness, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Mo, please tell us what you know, one hundred and fifty to ten."

"Of course."

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

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the phantom was wearing a blood-colored mask, and a long snow-white hair. She was wearing a white gown. She was about seven feet tall. His figure was rather thin and mysterious. a feeling of.

Yes, this is the phantom of Wutian!

Mo Yuyang glanced at the audience, fingers phantomly said: "Presumably everyone is guessing, who is the person who destroyed the eight first-class races? I will tell you now that this murderer is him."

"He?"

Everyone frowned, and there was some doubt in their eyes.

Mo Yuyang waved his hand, and the phantom in the sky collapsed immediately, and then he 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 person destroyed these eight first-class races, not for revenge, nor for treasure. ."

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

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

"Snatch the spirit vein?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Someone said: "Mr. Mo, forgive me, it is not a big deal to **** spiritual veins, why would the temple intervene?"

Mo Yuyang said: "If we simply **** the spiritual veins, of course our temple will not care, but this person is robbing the spiritual veins to destroy the spiritual veins!"

"What?"

"He actually wants to destroy the spirit veins?"

"Don't he know the importance of spiritual veins to us practitioners?"

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

Everyone was astonished, and they were all in disbelief.

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

Mo Yuyang smiled faintly, and continued: "According to our investigation, this person destroyed the spiritual channel in order to absorb the energy of the spiritual channel, 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 King’s War Clan. We also personally went to the Ming King’s War Clan to investigate. The elders of the Ming King’s War Clan told us At that time, shortly after this person took away the spiritual veins, he destroyed two spiritual veins, absorbed all the energy, and then began to cross the robbery. 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 indignation, as if they wished to skin Wutian and cramp.

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 unknown. As for the strength, we haven't checked it yet. , But based on his style of conduct, 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 would not start with the Ming Dynasty war clan, after all, the Ming Dynasty war clan is only a second-class race, and it is said that his gods and spirits at that time only had nine ways. The supreme is the eighteen realms, so it can be seen that he is at most a **** of ten kalpas."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch said: "So, 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 such as the Seven Kills in a row, and he can still destroy you, and I heard that his divine calamity is Blood red, you must 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 follow in your footsteps."

"The Scarlet God and Spirit Tribulation!"

"No wonder he did such a crazy thing!"

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

Everyone's eyes are full of murderous intent!

Mo Yuyang said: "This is the reason why our temple has to come forward in person. You only need to inquire about his news, and leave the rest to our temple."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded respectfully.

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

"Master Mo, goodbye!"

"Holy Soul Patriarch, goodbye!"

Hundreds of people got up and left quickly.

Soon, only Mo Yuyang, the head of the holy soul, remained in the hall.

The Saint Soul Patriarch got up, came to Mo Yuyang, smiled and said: "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 contemptuously at the Saint Soul Patriarch, and nodded: "You are right. Although this person is extremely sinful, he is the talent that my temple needs, but this time I will lead the team. I’m the one who has the final say. If you want to keep him, it depends on his performance."

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

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

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

The Saint Soul Patriarch 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’ve already told the temple’s high-level officials about this, and they have already stated that the noble son has a good talent. He has entered the Nine Tribulations at a young age, if he can enter the Ten Tribulations in the next thousand years. The gods brought the noble son into the temple as a key training object."

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

"Ah~IndoMTL.com~ It’s not that I’ve never found the Tiandu War Clan before, but they made a request. Only when my son and the Holy Soul War Clan be separated, I’m willing to help. How could it be possible to cultivate such a successful son to them for nothing?"

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

Mo Yuyang sneered and said: "So that's it, this Tiandu warrior, I have to say, really will sit back and enjoy it."

The saint soul patriarch coldly snorted: "It's more than just sitting back and enjoying it. It's simply arrogant. I still don't believe it. Without them, my son can't enter the temple!"

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

"The patriarch is kindly invited. If I refuse, doesn’t it seem like I am arrogant and arrogant? 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 the Holy Spirit followed closely behind.