Wutan rolled up two spiritual veins and left openly.
The patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan was stunned in mid-air, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
However, when he saw the shattered and devastated mountains below, the anger in his heart rose up like a volcano!
He put in a lot of effort to make the Mingwang War Clan a second-class race and give it a place in the Eastern Continent.
But he didn't expect that overnight, the spiritual vein was taken away, the clan land was destroyed, countless clan members were killed or injured, and all his hard work was destroyed. How could he not be angry!
He raised his head, stared at the direction where Wu Tian disappeared, and said coldly: "Masked man, just wait for me, I will tear you into pieces!"
“Swish!”
He ignored the destroyed tribal land and the tribesmen whose lives and deaths were unknown. He cut through the sky with a streak of light and flew towards Mingwang City.
An hour later, he descended above Mingwang City. With a wave of his hand, Wujitian's shadow appeared in the night sky.
"If anyone knows him, tell me his name. There will be a huge reward!"
He opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was like a loud bell, echoing in this world, lingering for a long time.
The people in the city were awakened one after another and walked out of the rooms. When they saw the patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan, who was furious and filled with murderous intent, their eyes were filled with surprise and suspicion.
"Sir, I saw him again today when I was drinking in the restaurant, but I didn't pay much attention to him at the time and I didn't know his name."
"This person was wearing a mask the whole time, so we couldn't see 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 people who had sneaked into the Holy Realm.
The head of the Mingwang War Clan glanced at the two of them, then looked at the others and shouted, "Does anyone else know his name? Or what he looks like?"
No one answered.
The chief of the Ming Wang Zhan clan said in a deep voice: "It seems that no one knows, but his mask and white hair are the most obvious features. From now on, whoever helps me find him, regardless of their strength, will become a worshiper of the Ming Wang Zhan clan!"
"worship!"
Everyone was shocked!
Someone asked, "May I ask, sir, what has this man done to make you so angry?"
"He stole the two spiritual veins of the Mingwang Zhan Clan, and caused heavy casualties among my clansmen. This debt must be repaid with his life. Go find him. The first person to find him will not only become a tribute to my Mingwang Zhan Clan, but will also be rewarded with ten magical herbs!"
After saying this, the chief of the Mingwangzhan clan left, leaving behind a group of agitated people.
He actually dared to rob the spiritual veins of the Mingwangzhan clan and harm the members of the Mingwangzhan clan. Who is this masked man
How powerful is he
This is the question in everyone's mind.
But under the temptation of interests, they all dispersed in a hurry, searching the whole earth for Wutan's trace.
After all, the patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan also said that they only needed to report the news and they didn’t need to take action personally. As long as they didn’t take action themselves, no matter how strong the masked man was, there would be no crisis.
Soon, there was only one person left here, and that person was Ling Chenye.
“I didn’t expect that he was asking about the spirit vein in order to seize it. I underestimated him. He was able to snatch the spirit vein from under the nose of the Mingwang War Clan’s patriarch. His strength must have surpassed that of a five-tribulation god, and he may even be a seven-tribulation god.”
"Let's not talk about his strength, just talking about his courage and bravery, it is not something that ordinary people can compare to. If I can find him and convince him..."
Ling Chenye's eyes flashed, and he merged into the night sky in one step and disappeared.
Hundreds of billions of miles away from Mingwang City, there is a large primeval forest.
Above the forest, Wutan stood in the air, and the two spirit veins had given up struggling and were suspended on the left and right sides.
"Eight Tribulations Spirit, here I come!"
Wutan clenched his hands tightly, and ninety-nine meridians and earth veins opened instantly. At that moment, the energy of the two spiritual veins turned into a torrent, flowing into his body continuously.
His momentum suddenly rose!
Half an hour later, his momentum had reached the critical point between the seventh and eighth tribulations.
However, this critical point is like a bottomless abyss that can never be filled.
He looked at the two spiritual veins. After half an hour of absorption, the two spiritual veins had shrunk by one third. If this continued, the two spiritual veins might disappear!
He couldn't help but start to struggle in his heart.
Finally, a determined light flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he actually shattered two god-level spiritual veins, and at the same time, he absorbed all the energy of the two spiritual veins into his body in one breath!
"boom!"
Immediately, an aura that was dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than before roared out from his body.
The starry sky was suddenly filled with strong winds and blood-red clouds. Blood-red arcs of electricity flashed and hissed in the clouds!
"What? He actually swallowed up two spiritual veins. Oh my god, how could there be such a person in the world?"
"His divine calamity is actually blood red!"
"He is an unforgivable criminal. Even the heavens will punish him!"
"… "
Several exclamations were heard from the dense forest in the distance.
Wutan raised his eyebrows, and under the mask, the heavenly vein opened. He took a step forward and landed above the dense forest. The terrifying power of heaven poured down, suppressing all directions!
"Why is he so fast?"
"Under the might of heaven, his speed was not affected at all?"
“Run away!”
A loud shout exploded.
All of a sudden, figures kept rushing out from the dense forest and fled into the distance without looking back, but under the restraint of heavenly power, their speed was comparable to that of a snail!
“Crack!”
The first divine calamity has arrived.
The aura of destruction annihilates all directions!
Everyone, including the primeval forest below, was reduced to ashes in an instant!
This scene frightened the ferocious beasts in the distance, and they fled in panic!
But Wutan, who was hit head-on by the divine calamity, was not even hurt. He was more and more satisfied with this body. With such a precious body, why should he worry about not taking revenge!
In the end, all nine divine tribulations were taken into his body and transformed into the purest energy to help him temper his body.
"To break through from the seventh calamity to the eighth calamity, one needs to absorb the energy of two god-level spiritual veins. How many more are needed from the eighth calamity to the ninth calamity? However, in the Saint Realm, as long as one has enough strength, one will not have to worry about not finding spiritual veins."
Wutan muttered to himself, and glanced at a mountain billions of miles away seemingly unintentionally, then turned around and flew away.
Not long after he left, Ling Chenye rushed out from the mountain and quietly followed Wutan.
The direction Wutan was heading was the central area of the East Continent.
From the memory of the restaurant waiter, it was learned that Mingwang City was still quite far away from the central area. Even if a divine being teleported non-stop, it would take nine hundred years to arrive there.
A deity can teleport 30 million miles in one calamity.
The Eight Tribulations God can teleport ninety million miles in one move.
In other words, Wutan's current speed is three times that of a first-level god, which means that it will take him another three hundred years to reach the central area.
Time is very important to him. He has to hurry on his journey while consolidating his physical body so that he can do both without delay.
Ling Chenye has also been hanging behind Wutan, which is worth pondering.
You know, Wutan’s teleportation is as long as 90 million miles, but Ling Chenye can actually keep up with him, which shows that his strength is not as simple as it seems.
The clan land of the Mingwangzhan clan!
"Chief, someone has sent a message that the masked man's whereabouts have been discovered."
In a newly built hall, the patriarch of the Mingwangzhan clan sat on the throne in the front, and not far in front of him, an old man in black stood with his head bowed.
Hearing the words of the old man in black, the head of the Mingwang War Clan's eyes flashed coldly and asked, "Where is he?"
The old man in black said, "It is undergoing a catastrophe above a forest billions of miles away, and now it seems to be heading towards the central area."
The leader of the Mingwang War Clan was suspicious and asked, "Is he going to the central area?"
"It's just that the direction he's heading to is the central area. He may not really go to the central area, but..."
The old man in black hesitated, as if he had something to hide.
The head of the Mingwang War Clan frowned and asked, "But what?"
The old man in black said in a deep voice: "It is said that this person absorbed the energy of two divine spirit veins in one breath, and his divine calamity was blood red. However, such a terrible divine calamity was easily absorbed by him, and the whole process did not cause him any harm. So I suspect that he is very likely a master we cannot afford to offend."
"What? There is such a thing?"
The patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan suddenly stood up with a look of disbelief on his face.
The old man in black said, "It is absolutely true."
"If this news is true, then we really can't afford to offend this person, but I will definitely not let this matter go."
"What's the clan leader's plan?"
"I'm going to the Seven Killings War Clan. We have been attached to the Seven Killings War Clan for hundreds of thousands of years and have always been loyal to them. If we are in trouble, I believe they will not sit idly by."
"Chief, I always feel that the masked man is very powerful. Let's just forget about this matter. Less trouble is worse than more."
"How can we just let it go when the tribe we worked so hard to build is destroyed? I will not be a human being if I don't kill him. During my absence, you will be in charge of all the affairs of the tribe."
The patriarch of the Mingwang War Clan did not give the old man in black any chance to speak. After he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace with a heart full of hatred.
"Alas, I don't know whether the patriarch's decision is right or wrong."
The old man in black sighed deeply, with an expression of deep worry between his brows.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.
This time, it only took Wutan a hundred years to stabilize his physical body.
That morning, as the sun was rising, Wu Tian stopped on a low hill, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without turning his head: "How long are you going to follow me?"
There was no response from behind.
Wu Tian's eyes flashed with bloodshot light, and he said coldly: "If you don't get out now, you will lose even the chance to explain yourself."
"Can you please stop being so cold?"
Ling Chenye walked out of the woods at the foot of the hill, his eyes full of confusion. He thought he had hidden himself very well, but he was still discovered by this person, and from the tone of his voice, he had noticed him early on.
(End of this chapter)