Heavenly Lord Asura

Wutian rolled up two spiritual veins and left grandiosely.

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan was stunned in the air, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

However, when he saw the fragmented and devastated mountains below, the anger in his heart rose like a volcano!

He worked hard to make Ming Wang's war clan a second-class race, with a place in the Eastern Continent.

But he didn't expect that the spiritual veins were seized overnight, the clan land was destroyed, the clan members were killed and wounded countless, and all the hard work was destroyed once, how could he not be angry!

He raised his head, staring in the direction where Wutian disappeared, and said coldly: "Mask man, wait for me, I will definitely break your corpse!"

"Huh!"

He ignored the ruined clan land, ignored the unknown clan people, cut through a stream of light, cut through the sky, and swept towards Ming Dynasty City.

An hour later, he descended above Mingwang City, and with a big wave of his hand, the shadow of the sky appeared in the night sky.

"Who knows him, tell me what his name is, there are so many rewards!"

He opened his mouth and shouted, with a sound like a bell, echoing in the world for a long time.

The people in the city were awakened one after another and walked out of the room. When they saw the angry and murderous patriarch of the Ming Dynasty, their eyes were very suspicious.

"My lord, when I was drinking in the restaurant today, I saw him again, but I didn't care about it and didn't know his name."

"This person still wears a mask. We haven't seen his appearance clearly."

Two middle-aged men walked out of the crowd and responded respectfully.

They were in the restaurant during the day, discussing the two who had sneaked into the Holy Realm.

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty's war clan glanced at the two, then looked at the others, and shouted: "Does anyone know his name? Or looks?"

No one answered.

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan said in a deep voice: "No one seems to know, but his mask and white hair are the most obvious features. From now on, whoever wants to help me find him, regardless of the strength of his cultivation, will become the King of Ming. Worship of the war clan!"

"worship!"

Everyone is shocked!

Someone asked: "Dare to ask the adults, what did this person commit to make the adults so angry?"

"He snatched the two spiritual veins of the Ming King’s war clan, and caused heavy casualties to my clan. This account must be repaid with his life. You will find it for me. The person who finds him first can not help but become We also reward ten magical medicines for the worship of King Ming’s war clan!"

After that, the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan left, leaving behind a group of tumultuous people.

He actually dared to **** the spirit veins of King Ming's war clan and hurt the people of King Ming's war clan. What is the origin of this mask man?

How strong is his strength?

This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

But under the temptation of their interests, they all dispersed, looking for traces of Wutian.

After all, the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan also said that as long as they report the letter, they don't need to take action by themselves.

Soon, there was only one person left here, and that person was Ling Chenye.

"Unexpectedly, he inquired about the spirit veins to **** it. I underestimated him. He could **** the spirit veins from under the eyelids of the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty. His strength must have surpassed the gods of the Five Tribulations. God of Seven Tribulations."

"Let's not talk about the strength, just talking about this courage, this courage, it is not comparable to ordinary people, if I can find him and convince him..."

Ling Chenye's eyes flashed, merged into the night sky in one step, and disappeared.

Tens of billions of miles away from Mingwang City, there is a large primitive forest.

Above the forest, Wutian stood out of nowhere, and the two spiritual veins had given up struggling and were suspended on the left and right sides.

"The Eight Tribulations God, I am here!"

Wutian clenched his hands tightly, and the ninety-nine meridians and the earth channels opened in an instant. At the moment, the energy of the two spirit channels turned into a torrent, flowing continuously into his body.

His momentum suddenly rose!

Half an hour later, his aura had reached the critical point of the Seven Tribulations and the Eight Tribulations.

However, it was this critical point, like a bottomless abyss, which could not be filled for a long time.

He looked at the two spiritual veins, and after half an hour of absorption, the two spiritual veins had shrunk by one third. If it continues, maybe the two spiritual veins will be news!

He couldn't help but start struggling.

In the end, a firm light burst into his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, he actually shattered the two god-level spirit veins, and in one breath, all the energy of the two spirit veins was incorporated into his body!

"boom!"

Immediately, an aura that was tens of times stronger than before, hundreds of times stronger, roared from his body.

In the starry sky with twinkling stars, there was a sudden gust of wind, blood clouds were dense, and blood-red electric arcs flickered in the clouds, snorting!

"What? He actually swallowed two spiritual veins, my God, how could there be such a person in the world?"

"His Divine Spirit Tribulation is actually blood red!"

"He is an unforgivable person, and even the heavens will punish him!"

"..."

Several exclamations came from the dense forest in the distance.

Wutian raised his eyebrows, under the mask, the celestial veins opened, stepped out in one step, and landed on the dense forest. The terrifying celestial might poured down and suppressed all directions!

"Why is he so fast?"

"Under the mighty sky, his speed has not been affected at all?"

"Run away!"

A loud shout exploded.

Suddenly, a group of figures continued to flee from the dense forest, fleeing into the distance without looking back, but under the confinement of Tianwei, their speed was comparable to a snail!

"Crack!"

The first divine calamity came.

Annihilation of the world, annihilation of all directions!

Everyone, including the virgin forest below, was wiped out at this moment!

In this scene, the fierce beast in the distance flew hastily!

But Wutian, who was bombarded and killed by the gods, didn't even hurt half of his hair. This physical body made him more and more satisfied. With such a precious body, why not worry about revenge!

In the end, all the nine gods and spirits were incorporated into his body and turned into the purest energy to help him temper his body.

"To break through from the seven calamities to the eight calamities, you need to absorb the energy of two god-level spirit veins. How many do you need from the eight calamities to the nine calamities? But in the holy realm, as long as you have enough strength, you don't have to worry about not finding a spirit vein. "

Wutian murmured to himself, seemingly unintentional, and seemingly deliberately glanced at a mountain a hundred million miles away, then turned around and broke through the air.

Not long after he left, Ling Chenye swept out of the mountain and quietly followed Wutian.

The direction Wutian went was the central area of ​​the Eastern Continent.

From the memory of the restaurant staff, I learned that Mingwang City is still a little far away from the central area. Even if the gods teleported incessantly, it would take 900 years to arrive.

One teleport of the **** of a kalpa is 30 million li.

The Eight Tribulations God, a teleport is 90 million li.

In other words, Wutian's current speed is three times that of the God of One Tribulation, that is to say, it will take three hundred years before he can reach the central area.

Time is very important to him. He is on the road while consolidating his physical realm in order to achieve both without delay.

Ling Chenye has also been hanging behind Wutian, which is worth thinking about.

You know, Wutian's teleportation is 90 million li, and he Ling Chenye can actually keep up, indicating that his strength is not as simple as it seems.

The clan land of the Ming Dynasty war clan!

"Patriarch, someone has heard news about the whereabouts of the masked man."

In a newly built hall, the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan was sitting on the throne in front of him. Not far from him, an old man in black was standing bowed.

Hearing the words of the old man in black, the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan flashed with cold eyes and asked, "Where is he?"

The black-clothed old man said: "Through the catastrophe over a forest tens of billions away, now it seems to be rushing towards the central area."

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan asked in surprise, "Is he going to the central area?"

"It's just that the direction he is going is the central area, he may not actually go to the central area, but..."

The old man in black hesitated, there seemed to be something unspeakable.

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan frowned and said, "But what?"

The black-clothed old man said solemnly: "It is said that this person has absorbed the energy of two god-level spiritual veins in one breath, and his god-spirit calamity is still blood red, but such a terrible god-spirit calamity was included by him easily. In the body, and the whole process, it did not cause him any harm, so I suspect that he is probably a master we can't afford."

"What? There is such a thing?"

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty's war clan stood up with an incredible expression on his face.

The old man in black said: "It's true."

"If these news are true, then we really can't afford to provoke this person, but I will never let it go."

"What's the clever plan of the patriarch?"

"I will go to the Seven Kills. We have been loyal to the Seven Kills for hundreds of thousands of years. We are in trouble, I believe they will not sit back and watch."

"Patriarch, I always feel that the strength of the Masked Man is very difficult. It's better to forget it, and it is better to do more than less."

"The tribal land that was built up so hard was destroyed once, how can it be forgotten? If you don't kill him, I swear not to be a human being. During the period of my absence, the affairs of the clan will be handled by you. "

The patriarch of the Ming Dynasty war clan did not give the black-clothed old man the slightest chance to speak. After speaking, he disappeared without a trace with hatred~www.readwn.com~ Alas, I don’t know the decision of the patriarch, is right Is wrong. "

The black-clothed old man sighed deeply, and there was a worry that could not be resolved between his brows.

In a blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.

This time, Wutian only took a hundred years to stabilize his physical realm.

This morning, when the morning sun was rising, Wutian stopped on a low mountain, raised his brows slightly, and said without looking back: "When are you going to follow?"

There was no response behind him.

Wutian's eyes flashed with blood, and he said coldly: "If you don't get out again, you will lose even the opportunity to explain."

"You guy, can you not be so indifferent?"

Ling Chenye walked out of the woods under the low mountain with doubts in his eyes. He thought he was hiding in place, but he was discovered by this person, and listening to his tone, he had already noticed him early in the morning.