"Ming Wang Zhan Clan?"
Wu Tian was confused.
Just hearing about the recruitment of menial servants and offerings, these people seemed to go crazy. Could it be that the Mingwang War Clan was very powerful, but why had he never heard of it
Ling Chenye pursed his lips and turned around to leave, but suddenly he found a masked man sitting motionless at the table, and he couldn't help but become curious.
With a roll of his eyes, he came to Wu Tian's desk and said with a smile, "Brother, why don't you go and prepare?"
Wutan looked up and glanced at the man, then lowered his head. However, as he lowered his head, a hint of doubt emerged in his eyes. He raised his head again and looked at the young man in black carefully.
He discovered that this person exuded a unique smell that only appeared on women.
He couldn't help but wonder if this person was a woman disguised as a man
But he also discovered that this man had a Adam's apple and his skin was not as delicate as a woman's. Instead, it was a bit rough, his pores were large, and his eyebrows were thick and dark. He didn't look like a woman at all.
"Am I just imagining things?"
Wu Tian secretly complained in his heart.
Seeing Wu Tian staring at him, Ling Chenye felt uncomfortable all over and said unhappily: "Hey, what are you looking at? I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me?"
"The Mingwang War Clan is very powerful?"
Wutan asked calmly, retracting his gaze, but secretly keeping a watchful eye, as he still suspected that this person was a woman disguised as a man.
Because the appearance can change, but the taste cannot.
Upon hearing this, Ling Chenye stared at Wutan in disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster, and was speechless for a long time.
Wutan's eyebrows hidden under the mask raised slightly. Could it be that the Mingwang War Clan is really a great and powerful race
"call!"
Ling Chenye took a deep breath, as if to calm his restlessness, and asked, "You really don't know the Mingwang Zhan Clan?"
Wu Tian shook his head and said, "I come from a remote small tribe, and the Ming Wang Zhan Clan has never heard of it."
"oh."
Ling Chenye showed a look of sudden realization: "So that's how it is. How could you ask such a stupid question?"
Wu Tian said calmly: "Then do you want to explain it to me?"
Ling Chenye raised his eyebrows and said unhappily: "From your tone, it seems like I have an obligation to explain to you? I say, when you ask others questions, can you be more humble?"
Wutan glanced at him, then took out two magical herbs from his space bracelet and threw them in front of Ling Chenye.
The space bracelet and the magic medicine naturally belonged to the two middle-aged men.
Two big men are guarding the gate to the holy world, and they are also seven-tribulation gods. How could there be few treasures in their space bracelets
There are thousands of magical herbs alone, and their essences are countless, enough for him to squander for a while.
When Ling Chenye saw the two magical herbs, his eyes lit up immediately. As if he was afraid that Wutan would regret it, he hurriedly put away his space bracelet.
Wu Tian said calmly: "Can you tell me now?"
Ling Chenye chuckled and said, "Of course, of course, we are all children of the martial arts world, we should take care of each other."
This is a typical case of taking advantage of others and still acting ungrateful.
Wu Tian was too lazy to argue and said calmly: "Go ahead!"
Ling Chenye explained: "The Mingwang War Clan is the overlord of this area. It is a second-class race. There is a Five Tribulations God in the clan. This Mingwang City is their base in the secular world."
"A second-class race?"
Wu Tian was slightly stunned.
Ling Chenye looked at him strangely and said, "You don't even know about the second-class race, do you?"
"The small tribe I belong to is located on the edge of the East Continent. It is basically isolated from the outside world. It's not surprising that I don't know the situation in the East Continent." Wu Tian said.
"Is that so? Then let me explain it to you. The major races in the East Continent are divided into four levels, namely, third-class races, second-class races, first-class races, king races, and peak races."
"A third-class race is actually not up to par. As long as there is a god in charge, it can be called a third-class race."
"Second-class races are different. They need at least a Five Tribulations God to take charge, such as the Mingwang War Clan."
"A first-class race needs a Ten Tribulations God to take charge."
"The King race is even more extraordinary, and needs a supreme being to rule. This kind of race is basically a war race ranked in the top 100."
"As for the top races, they are the pillars of the Holy Realm, the nine heaven-defying war clans!"
Ling Chenye said, his eyes shone with a scorching light when he mentioned the nine heaven-defying war clans.
"The peak race? I don't know if you have ever heard this saying: the higher you stand, the harder you fall. Just wait, sooner or later, one day, I will make you all fall from the sky and into the abyss!" Wutan sneered in his heart.
Seeing that Wu Tian said nothing, Ling Chenye chuckled and said, "How is it, are you scared?"
“A little.”
Wu Tian smiled faintly, and suddenly an idea came to him, and asked: "The Ming Wang Zhan Clan is a second-class Zhan Clan no matter what, so does the clan have spiritual veins? If there are no spiritual veins, wouldn't it delay cultivation if you join the Ming Wang Zhan Clan?"
"Of course there are. The Mingwang Zhan Clan has a total of two god-level spiritual veins. I heard that the place where the Mingwang Zhan Clan's worshippers practice is on the two spiritual veins. If you, big brother, can become a worshipper, you will surely be very successful. But the prerequisite is that it depends on whether you, big brother, have the ability." Ling Chenye said.
"I am just a country boy. For me, even doing menial work is a pipe dream, let alone offering sacrifices."
Wutan smiled at himself, but he was thinking in his heart that if he could absorb these two divine spirit veins, it would definitely help him break through to the eighth level of a divine spirit.
As long as you step into the realm of the Eight Tribulations God, you will be one step closer to the supreme realm!
Ling Chenye laughed and said, "Brother, don't give up on yourself. The standards for recruiting menial servants in the Mingwang War Clan are not very high. Anyone who is a Great Emperor can sign up. Although you have no aura at all, you must have entered the Great Emperor stage. Otherwise, it would be impossible for you to arrive at Mingwang City safely from such a remote place. Why don't you come with me to the Mingwang War Clan tomorrow to try your luck? What do you think?"
Wu Tian shook his head and said, "Forget it. I came out this time just for experience. It's better not to get involved in other things."
A second-rate race with only a Five Tribulations God in charge has no need to hide.
Ling Chenye said: "Since big brother has said so, I will not force it. May I ask your name, big brother?"
Wu Tian said: "Fu Chou."
"Brother Fu Chou, thank you for your magic medicine. We will see you later."
Ling Chenye bowed, then stood up and left.
Wutan sat in the restaurant until dark before he got up to pay the bill.
But just when the waiter came to settle the bill, his spiritual consciousness emerged and he forcibly searched the waiter's soul!
After getting what he wanted, he waved his hand and the waiter's body turned into ashes on the spot, then turned and left the restaurant.
On the street, Wutan lowered his head and walked towards the city gate, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.
He has never forgotten the soul-searching technique, but he does not want to use this magic again because it was taught to him by Xuanyuan Ao.
He would rather kill an innocent person than use what Xuanyuan Ao taught him.
Maybe someone would say he is stupid, but who knows the pain in his heart? Who understands
The moment he reached the city gate, he decisively blocked the method of performing the soul-searching technique.
Even without the soul-searching technique, he can still get everything he wants!
He wants to prove with his actions that he, Wu Tian, does not need to rely on anyone and can still reach the top!
That night, he stood on the top of a mountain in Mingwang City, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with longing in his eyes.
After his rebirth, when he buried the Battle Soul Ring and several magical talismans in the grave, he did not forget that the ice coffin and the Luoshen Harp were still in the Battle Soul Ring.
But he still buried the Battle Soul Ring. He didn't really want to abandon everything from his previous life. He knew very well that after entering the Holy Realm, he was destined to linger on the brink of death. He didn't want the jade figure in the coffin to be hurt or implicated.
Therefore, leaving her in the Continent of Samsara is the best option.
However, at this moment, here, he had no friends, no relatives, his heart began to feel lonely, and he couldn't help but think of her.
Her figure, her sadness, her smile, her helplessness, those everlasting images involuntarily came to his mind, making his heart feel as if it was being stabbed by a knife, causing unbearable pain.
In the middle of the night, he left with a sigh.
This time, he was going to the Mingwang Zhan clan’s territory to snatch two spiritual veins!
After forcibly reading the guy's memory, he already knew where the Mingwang Zhan clan's territory was.
Half an hour later, he landed above a mountain range.
Below, the mountains and rivers are undulating, majestic and magnificent, with towering ancient trees and green mountains.
And in the mountains and rivers, there are countless auras, the lowest are emperors, and the strongest is a five-tribulation god.
"rise!"
His body shook, and streams of blood-colored divine power rushed out of his body, turning into a vast ocean, rolling towards the mountains below!
The power of the gods covers all directions!
At this moment, all the living beings within hundreds of millions of miles around began to tremble and felt cold both physically and mentally.
"Senior, who has come to the land of my Mingwang Zhan Clan?"
The next moment, a voice of surprise and doubt was heard, with a bit of fear and awe.
A middle-aged man in black flew out of the mountains, soared into the sky, and landed not far from Wu Tian. He asked anxiously, "Senior, why are you doing this?"
Wu Tian said coldly: "Take the spiritual vein."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mountains below collapsed and the ground cracked. Two spiritual veins, each ten thousand miles long, were pulled out of the ground by the blood-colored divine power.
The two spirit veins were awakened, and they released great ferocity and struggled desperately, but no matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the restraints of the divine power and flew quickly towards Wutan.
However, the members of the Mingwang War Clan fell into a devastating disaster. In just a moment, most of them were killed or injured!
Seeing this, the middle-aged man in black suddenly changed his expression and said hurriedly: "Senior, the spiritual vein is the foundation of the Mingwang clan, please show mercy!"
"Whoever stands in my way will die!"
Wutan glanced over, his eyes filled with bloodshot. When he met Wutan's gaze, the middle-aged man in black suddenly felt a terrifying and murderous aura rushing towards him. It was as if he had fallen into the Asura hell, and an irresistible fear emerged from the depths of his soul!
Who is this person
Just a look contained such a terrifying murderous aura. Is he a devil
The middle-aged man in black was the patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan, but at this moment, he had no intention of stopping it and watched helplessly as the two spirit veins were captured by the masked man!
(End of this chapter)