Heavenly Lord Asura

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"I'm cruel by nature?"

"Who is a powerful man who is famous in the world, and his hands are bloody?"

"Like the nine heaven-defying warriors, how many souls died in their hands? I'm afraid they are countless, but why can they become the savior in the eyes of the world? What qualifications do they have to be respected by the world?"

"In the final analysis, the strong is respected. The strong can knead the weak at will, and the weak must bow their heads in front of the strong, flattering. This is the law of survival from ancient times to the present. No one can change it. www.vodtw .com"

There was a strong ridicule in Wutianmu, as if to explain a very simple truth, and the tone was plain.

But these words fell in the ears of the middle-aged man, causing a thousand waves in his heart.

Because from this sentence, he sensed hatred, and it was hatred of the Nine Peaks!

"Second blood burial, burial desire!"

Wutian spoke again.

The two drops of blood and tears above the head, as the voice fell to the ground, merged together, swaying a vague wave, and rolling in all directions!

When the wave was enveloped, the middle-aged man immediately stopped in the void, his face was filled with ecstasy, and then he laughed wildly, as if suddenly mad!

The three elders of the Seven Kills, as well as all the creatures in this area of ​​heaven and earth, are also at this moment, deep in their hearts, uncontrollably burst out, and their eyes are filled with various lights and shapes. If the sky is madly laughing!

"The desire for burial is not something that will obliterate you, but something that entices you from the depths of your heart, spiritually, spiritually, spiritually, and satisfying you, so that your body and mind are immersed in ecstasy until the end, being endless Burial of the sea."

Wutian walked towards the middle-aged man while expounding the true meaning of burial desire. With fluttering clothes and flying white hair, the whole person looked like a fairy king Linchen who did not stain the dust, exuding the air of dust. .

But when the words fell, he seemed to be transformed into a ruthless **** of death, his divine power covered his fist, and he threw out nine punches like lightning!

After nine punches, the head of the middle-aged man exploded like a watermelon!

The soul is annihilated, the plasma stains the sky!

A **** of ten tribulations was easily beheaded in this way, and Ling Chenye in the distance was shocked, and his eyes were incredible!

The Eight Tribulations Gods killed the Ten Tribulations Gods so easily, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it!

This is simply a fantasy!

However, it happened before his eyes at this moment.

Under the scarlet mask, what face is hidden?

Only during the few breaths of Ling Chenye's daze, Wutian deployed iron-blooded means to kill the three elders one by one, and took away their spatial bracelets.

"Huh!"

Ling Chenye flickered a few times, and came to Wutian's side, and asked with beaming eyes: "Brother Fu Chou, even the gods of ten calamities will fall, what are the magical powers of tears and desire for burial? How powerful? "

Wutian didn't answer him, let alone look at him, bowed his head and looked down at the tribe of the Seven Kills, whispering: "All of this has lost the meaning of existence."

"what?"

Ling Chenye's expression changed, and she was surprised: "Brother Fu Chou, are you going to kill them all?"

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Wutian turned to look at him.

Ling Chenye's eyes trembled, and a bead of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he hurriedly said with a smile: "No, no, how dare I have any opinions, as long as Brother Fu Chou is happy, you can do whatever you want."

"The strong can knead the weak at will, why can't I?"

A bright light bursts out of Wutian Eyes, that is to die than to yield, that is to persevere!

In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of flowers, trees, beasts, and humans collapsed and turned into an ocean of energy, which he incorporated into his body in one breath.

His aura suddenly climbed a big way, one step closer to the Nine Tribulations God!

Ling Chenye stared down at the bare land in a daze. These methods could be called extinction of humanity, but he couldn't help but develop a heart of worship in his heart.

He has met many people, many strong people, but in terms of domineering and courage, no one can compare with this person!

Rather than saying that he is a scary devil, it is better to say that he is an awesome overlord!

Just when Ling Chenye's mood was like a tide, Wutian's finger smashed the giant peak, and the four god-level spiritual veins were awakened and roared out of the smoke.

"restrain!"

Wutian shouted in a low voice, and the divine might rolled in all directions, and the four spiritual veins were immediately imprisoned in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the four spiritual veins began to collapse, and the majestic energy filled the world, but in the end they all poured into Wutian.

But after absorbing the energy of the four spiritual veins, he did not allow him to break through to the Nine Tribulations Spirit as he wished.

According to his estimation, at least two spirit veins may be needed.

Wutian looked at Ling Chenye and asked, "What race is there nearby?"

"There is also a first-class race called the Blood Refining War Clan, which is only three years away from here." Ling Chenye responded instinctively, and then asked: "Brother Fu Qiu, are you attacking the Nine Tribulations? God?"

Wutian nodded.

"Suck!"

Ling Chenye couldn't help but breathe in the air-conditioning, feeling like he was dreaming, and his mind was dizzy.

If I remember correctly, this person only completed the Divine Tribulation a hundred years ago and broke through to the Eight Tribulations Gods, but he said that he is now attacking the Nine Tribulations Gods. Is this true?

Ling Chenye calmed his mind and asked cautiously, "Brother Fu Chou, is your realm already stable?"

Wutian nodded again.

"call!"

"Suck!"

Ling Chenye's mind immediately collapsed, bending over, holding his heart, and panting hard.

This is not a pretense, he does feel breathless.

You must know that even the genius among the geniuses, the evildoers among the evildoers, and the stabilization of the realm of the Eight Tribulations Gods will take thousands of years.

Those talents are okay, or ordinary creatures, it will take tens of thousands of years, even hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years!

But this guy in front of him has only used it for a hundred years!

What kind of monster is he reincarnated?

How could there be such a perverted guy in the world?

If this matter spreads out, I don't know how many geniuses will be **** alive, let alone how many old monsters will directly hit the wall.

"Brother Fu Qiu, you really didn't lie to me?"

Ling Chenye asked again, still a little unbelievable in his heart.

Wutian said indifferently: "Do I have to lie to you? It's you. You said that you have enemies with the Seven Kills, but why the Seven Kills were destroyed and you didn't show the slightest joy of revenge? Or in general. ?"

"what!"

Ling Chenye was startled, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, but disappeared in an instant, and said in a melancholy: "I want to be happy, but what if the vengeance is avenged? Can my parents be resurrected? No, everything It's all a foregone conclusion, I'm still alone, no change at all."

"Ugh!"

Ling Chenye sighed deeply, looking at Wutian and said, "Brother Fu Qiu, you will never understand my feelings without the experience of me."

Wutian looked away, did he really not understand?

Do not!

He understands better than anyone, that he has no parents, no relatives, and no friend's loneliness.

He just didn't want to show his fragile side in front of others.

"call!"

Secretly spit out a long breath, without balance, the ups and downs of the mood returned, and said indifferently: "Take me to the blood of the warriors."

"Good, good."

Ling Chenye hurriedly responded, and flew south with Wutian, saying: "Brother Fu Qiu, can you tell me the profound meaning of burying tears and burial desire? I feel that these two supernatural powers are beyond the scope of supernatural powers. "

Wutian shook his head and said: "There are some things that you don't know. I can only tell you that tears and desire for burial are indeed beyond the scope of supernatural powers, but they are not levels, but levels."

Ling Chenye asked: "What level?"

Wutian did not answer.

Other supernatural powers, whether they are spiritual supernatural powers or martial supernatural powers, all cause direct damage to the body, to the godhead, and to the soul, but the four forms of blood burial directly attack a person's spirit and soul.

To put it simply, Ling Shentong and Wu Shentong are tangible attacks, and the four blood burial forms are invisible attacks. This is the difference in level.

These principles are simple and simple to say, but difficult to say.

It is very easy to understand for Wu Tian, ​​who has already understood it thoroughly, but to an outsider like Ling Chenye, it is extremely profound.

Seeing Wu Tian didn't mean to explain, Ling Chenye also didn't ask any more questions.

On the way to the blood-refining war clan, I encountered many powerful existences, but they were all resolved by lawlessness.

Originally, Ling Chenye thought that after getting along all the way, he could understand Wutian thoroughly, but in the end he found that the other party was still a mystery.

Wutian gave him the feeling that besides being against the sky, it was mysterious.

Three years later, the two descended to refining the battle clan.

Wutian didn't have a single word, and launched a fierce method to pull out the blood-refining war clan and capture three god-level spiritual veins!

The overall strength of the blood-refined war clan is slightly inferior to the seven-kill war clan, and there are only three spiritual veins in the clan.

The result was not beyond his expectation. After absorbing the second god-level spiritual vein, he ushered in the Nine Tribulations Divine Tribulation.

Without the slightest suspense, he passed the Divine Tribulation easily, and Ling Chenye was already quite familiar.

But what should I do with the remaining spiritual vein?

Wutian pondered for a while, and finally, at the reminder of Ling Chenye, he used great supernatural power ~www.readwn.com~ to narrow the spiritual vein, and then suppressed it in the sea of ​​Qi!

In this way, it is equivalent to having a spiritual vein that continuously supplies him with energy.

Similarly, because of Ling Chenye's reminder, he had a plan invented!

Collect spiritual veins!

While stabilizing the realm, while collecting the spiritual veins, use the same method to suppress the spiritual veins in the sea of ​​qi, and when the realm is stable, they will attack the gods of ten calamities in one fell swoop!

Knowing this plan, Ling Chenye was directly stunned!

How could this man be so crazy? So lawless?

Isn't he afraid of attracting the attention of the nine heavenly warriors?

Isn't he afraid of becoming a public enemy of the Eastern Continent?

Wutian is not afraid, but he is afraid!

If he took Wutian to sack the spirit veins of the various war races, then he would be an accomplice, and he would be held accountable at that time. Even if he had ten mouths, he would not be able to prove his innocence.