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Snow-white flowers appeared in Nangong Hao's white eye, and in the other red eye, there was a streak of blood that was constantly rotating. [△网WwW.]
It's the blood sacrifice picture!
However, compared with just now, both the snow-white flowers and the blood sacrifice diagram have become clearer, as clear as substance.
"Ah!!!" Nangong Hao roared, raising the Wuwei Sword in his hand high, and streaks of blood-like light flowed on the Wuwei Sword.
Then, a shocking scene occurred.
The Wuwei Sword in Nangong Hao's hand did not meet the heavy hammer coming from Mo Shanshi as everyone expected, but instead pierced his chest at an extremely fast speed.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Nangong Hao's mouth.
Such a scene undoubtedly startled the sect disciples below, and even Mo Shanshi who rushed over was obviously stunned for a moment.
“What is Nangong Hao doing?!”
"Suicide?"
"No, the position he stabbed was above the heart. It was not suicide. But, what on earth did he want to do by doing this?!"
None of the sect disciples understood what Nangong Hao was doing.
Not only them, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng were also a little unable to react. After all, such an action was still somewhat shocking.
But soon, the expressions on Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's faces also changed.
Because the mouthful of blood that Nangong Hao spurted did not disperse as normal, but continued to flow and condense in front of him, and finally, even turned into a blood-red flower.
It was a flower with eight petals, each petal was completely condensed from blood, and on each petal, there was an extremely complex character.
"What is this?!" Mo Shanshi looked at the bloody flowers in front of Nangong Hao, and for a moment he felt unable to move.
Mu Qingfeng's eyes also widened. Like Mo Shanshi, Mu Qingfeng's expression was also extremely shocked, and his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was constantly thinking about the memory of this scene in his mind.
However, at this moment, Nangong Hao's lowered head slowly lifted up, and an almost cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You people, you don't even know who you are against!" Nangong Hao looked down with cold eyes, and there was a faint divine arrogance in his expression.
"Against whom?"
“Nangong Hao, what on earth is he talking about?”
"do not understand at all!"
When the sect disciples below heard Nangong Hao's words, they all looked at me and me, shaking their heads, not knowing what Nangong Hao was talking about. [△网WwW.]
Nangong Hao obviously had no intention of explaining. He just raised his head slightly and looked at the seven-color rainbow falling above his head.
"Don't you all keep calling yourselves the descendants of Yan and Huang? Then, do you know why the Yellow Emperor's clan ultimately rules the world?"
"Ha... you don't know, all you know are records in ancient borrowings!"
Nangong Hao didn't give everyone a chance to speak. He seemed to be talking to himself or reminiscing about some dusty story.
"I'm just telling you that the sacred tree belongs to my Nangong family and was planted by the ancestors of my Nangong family. Therefore, only the children of our Nangong family can possess the fruit of this sacred tree. You people can't take it away at all. Even if you leave, it's impossible to possess the power of the sacred tree!" Nangong Hao's tone was full of arrogance.
"The sacred tree was planted by the Nangong family?"
"How can this be!"
"It's so ridiculous, how can we believe it?"
When the sect disciples below heard this, they finally couldn't help but refute, because it was impossible for them to believe such a thing.
But Mu Qingfeng, who had been thinking hard and frowning, suddenly changed his expression after hearing Nangong Hao's words, and his eyes shone with disbelief.
"Is the sacred tree planted by the Nangong family? With Nangong Hao's personality... it is impossible to lie at this time, but if that is really the case, it is hard to say. 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 could be heard that there was also a kind of extreme shock in Mo Shanshi's tone.
"If my guess is good, I should be thinking about the same thing as you!" Mu Qingfeng naturally understood the meaning of Mo Shanshi's words, but it was still a bit difficult for him to actually say these words. It's so exaggerated that it can even shock the world.
"Descendant of Emperor Yan?" Mo Shanshi's eyes narrowed at this moment.
"Well..." Mu Qingfeng didn't say much, but the sword in his hand inadvertently became tighter, and his expression looked even more solemn.
And for all this.
Nangong Haodu didn't seem to hear anything at all. He just continued to look at the sky, looking at the colorful rainbow falling from the sky, letting the blood in his chest continue to flow out of the Wuwei Sword, and then slowly flowed into him. In the eight-petaled blood-red flower.
"What our Nangong family wants is just the word 'fairness'. Is such a request too much? How dare you people stop me?!"
"Dare you stop me?!"
"Dare to stop..."
Nangong Hao's voice continued to echo in the sky, like a crazy ghost, constantly shaking the hearts of the sect disciples below.
And as this voice echoed, the faces of the sect disciples below turned out to be confused, and they felt as if they were being suppressed by this momentum.
"Aren't you just stalling for time? Why speak so grandly!" At this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded again.
It wasn't too big, but it made the sect disciples below, even Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng tremble violently.
"Delay for time?!"
The eyes of Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng were also focused on the blood-colored flowers that were gathering in front of Nangong Hao's chest for a moment, and then, their expressions suddenly woke up.
When Nangong Hao suddenly made a move of "self-mutilation", they were also subconsciously shocked by Nangong Hao's behavior. Then, Nangong Hao also took advantage of the brief shock and started "self-reporting".
And this kind of self-narration is undoubtedly very attractive.
Because, even now, Mu Qingfeng, Mo Shanshi and others still don't know what kind of plan the Nangong family has, so Nangong Hao's opening naturally gives them a chance to solve their doubts.
It was precisely because of this that they gave Nangong Hao some more time. Even if all this was unintentional, the fact was that the bloody flowers in front of Nangong Hao had become more and more solid.
"Whether he is a descendant of Emperor Yan or not, stop him!" Mu Qingfeng spoke at this time, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand quickly drove away the demon king blocking him.
The next moment, Mu Qingfeng also rushed directly towards Nangong Hao.
However, Moshanshi was obviously faster. After Fang Zhengzhi reminded him, Moshanshi had already moved, and the black giant hammer in his hand turned into raindrops again.
"Haha... It's too late, it's already too late!" Nangong Hao looked at the raindrops of giant hammers falling on him, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very cold.
And then, his body disappeared directly from the spot, as if teleporting out of thin air, and appeared on the Ice and Snow Divine Tree almost in the blink of an eye.
Blood-colored flowers floated on Nangong Hao's palm.
on his chest…
The Wuwei Sword has been pulled out, but there are still drops of blood falling on the tip of the sword, and then, the blood pours into the bloody flowers floating on the palm of his hand again.
"Now I use my blood to create the flowers of the sacred tree, irrigate the fruits of the sacred tree, use the colorful rainbow as a bridge, fulfill the wish of Mother Earth, and open the door to heaven!"
"Boom!"
As Nangong Hao's words fell, a golden thunder that seemed to come from the ancient sky also crossed the sky and directly hit the top of the sacred tree.
"Click!"
There was a loud bang.
At this moment, the entire sacred tree suddenly seemed to be split open by thunder, and cracks continued to spread from the top of the sacred tree downwards.
"what happened?"
"What are the flowers of the sacred tree, and what are the fruits of the sacred tree, so colorful and colorful... The most important thing is, what does the phrase "repay the wish of Mother Earth" mean?"
"Look, the sacred tree is cracked!"
The disciples of the sect below were shocked and suddenly saw a strange scene. The ice and snow sacred tree was completely split, and a golden light continued to pour out from the cracks in the branches and trunk.
"No, it's not about splitting and bathing in thunder... This is the real sacred tree!" Mu Qingfeng was also a little shocked when he saw this scene, but he quickly came to his senses.
At this moment, although he was still a little unsure about the Nangong family's plan, he finally understood the true identity of the sacred tree in front of him.
To put it bluntly, this sacred tree is a "body".
A body of ice and snow was built by Nangong Hao with powerful original power. However, this body did not have the true soul of the sacred tree.
However, when Nangong Hao used his own blood as a guide, golden thunder fell, and the sacred tree that originally only had a body finally possessed the true spirit of the sacred tree.
"Boom!" The ground cracked at this moment.
Rays of golden light rushed out from the ground, and then turned into ancient vines, and the ancient aura continued to exude from those vines.
"Did you finally succeed? Hahaha... Has the long-cherished wish of my Nangong family for thousands of years finally come true today? No one can stop us anymore, never again!" Nangongtian looked at that person The green vines sprouted out of the ground one by one, and their expressions became extremely crazy and excited.
The disciples of the sect who were standing below opened their eyes wide one by one and kept retreating back, because the aura was too powerful, so powerful that they could not get close at all, they could only stay away, and even had A feeling of wanting to kneel down immediately.
"Click, click!"
The golden light tore apart the branches and branches of the Ice and Snow Divine Tree, and then wrapped the branches and branches of the Ice and Snow Divine Tree, making it somewhat dark.
However, in the darkness, there seemed to be some kind of aura stirring, it felt like a heart beating, with a very even rhythm.
"In the ice and snow... are tree trunks going to grow?!"
"This is amazing!"
"Sacred tree, is this the real sacred tree?"
The sect disciples below had never seen such a vision before, and they were naturally shocked.
But this process did not last too long. As the golden light continued to emit, more and more ivy rushed out from the ground, and the trunk of the Ice and Snow God Tree slowly turned into a real tree. The tree trunk was dark and ancient, with streaks of light flowing on it.
"Old Man Mo!" At this moment, Mu Qingfeng's voice also sounded.
"Understood!" Mo Shanshi naturally knew what Mu Qingfeng meant, although on the surface, the sacred tree had truly come and possessed the tree spirit.
But what does this mean
Mo Shanshi didn't know and wasn't sure.
But one thing he knew was that he would not give up. Even at the last moment, he would still not give up his determination to stop Nangong Hao.
And this is also the most important state of mind for a strong person, never give up!
Therefore, at the first moment, Mo Shanshi also rushed towards Nangong Hao again, and the black hammer in his hand was like a towering mountain, hitting Nangong Hao's head heavily.
"Rumble!" It was the sound produced by the friction between the black hammer and the air at extremely fast speeds. It sounded like rolling thunder.
The most important thing is that Mo Shanshi's body suddenly doubled in size at this moment, and his originally skinny body suddenly became bursting with veins.
The powerful power is undoubtedly revealed.
Even Fang Zhengzheng was slightly surprised when he saw such a scene. After all, he really couldn't understand the feeling of an old man suddenly becoming stronger.
Of course, he once asked Saint Tianxu to explain this kind of thing, and Saint Tianxu's answer was very simple. The true appearance of a strong man in the holy realm has always been the appearance when he became a saint.
As for the skinny body…
Some are secret techniques that are done to delay the life cycle, and some are specially done by the powerful people in the Holy Realm. After all, a person whose appearance has not changed for decades will always make the world unable to adapt. .
"I wonder if Mo Shanshi belongs to the former or the latter?" Fang Zhengzheng was guessing in his mind. At the same time, the black hammer in Mo Shanshi's hand had reached the top of Nangong Hao's head.
The rumbling thunder shook everyone's eardrums.
There was almost no need to try, and everyone knew that this blow was definitely a blow from Mo Shanshi with all his strength, and there was no hesitation at all.
"Suffer death!" Mo Shanshi's face became a little ferocious at this moment, with golden lines flowing continuously on his face and body. Mobile phone users please visit m.read for a better reading experience.