"I am cruel by nature?"
"A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of men. Who among the powerful men who are famous in the world doesn't have blood on his hands?"
"How many lives have been lost at the hands of the nine great war clans? I'm afraid it's too many. But why can they become the saviors in the eyes of the world? What qualifications do they have to be respected by the world?"
"In the final analysis, the strong are respected. The strong can bully the weak at will. The weak must bow their heads and flatter the strong. This is the law of survival from ancient times to the present, and no one can change it."
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in Wu Tian's eyes, as if he was explaining a very simple truth, and his tone was plain and ordinary.
But when these words fell into the ears of the middle-aged man, huge waves were stirred in his heart.
Because from this sentence, he sensed hatred, and it was hatred towards the nine top war clans!
"The second blood burial style, burial of desire!"
Wu Tian spoke again.
The two drops of blood and tears above his head merged together as the words fell, creating a subtle wave that rolled in all directions!
When enveloped by the wave, the middle-aged man immediately stopped in the void, his face was filled with ecstasy, and then he laughed wildly, as if he had suddenly gone crazy!
The three elders of the Seven Killings War Clan, as well as all the living beings in this world, also had their deepest desires burst out uncontrollably at this moment. Their eyes were shining with all kinds of desires, and they laughed wildly like crazy!
"Burying desires does not mean erasing your desires, but rather luring out the desires deep within you and satisfying them mentally, soulfully, and spiritually, so that your body and mind are immersed in ecstasy until you are finally buried in the endless sea of desires."
Wutan walked towards the middle-aged man while explaining the true meaning of burial desire. His clothes fluttered and his white hair danced. He looked like an immortal king who was not stained by the dust of the world, exuding an otherworldly aura.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have transformed into a ruthless god of death, with divine power covering his fists, and he threw out nine punches like lightning!
After nine punches, the middle-aged man's head exploded like a watermelon!
The soul is annihilated and the sky is stained with blood!
A ten-tribulation god was killed so easily. Ling Chenye, who was far away, was so shocked and looked at it in disbelief!
The Eight Tribulations God killed the Ten Tribulations God so easily. If no one in the world hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it!
This is simply a fantasy!
But it was happening right before his eyes.
What kind of face is hidden under that bloody mask
In just a few moments when Ling Chenye was in a daze, Wutan used iron-blooded means to kill the three elders one by one and took away their space bracelets.
“Swish!”
Ling Chenye flashed a few times and came to Wu Tian's side. With his eyes shining, he asked, "Brother Fu Chou, even the Ten Tribulations Gods can fall. What kind of magical powers do Zang Lei and Zang Yu have? How could they be so powerful?"
Wu Tian did not answer him, nor did he look at him. He lowered his head and looked down at the members of the Seven Killings War Clan, whispering: "All of this has lost its meaning of existence."
"What?"
Ling Chenye's face changed, and he asked in shock: "Brother Fu Chou, are you going to kill them all?"
"Why? Do you have any objections?"
Wu Tian turned and looked at him.
Ling Chenye's eyes trembled, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. He smiled and apologized: "No, no, how dare I have any objection? As long as you are happy, Brother Fu Chou, you can do whatever you want."
"The strong can bully the weak, so why can't I?"
There was a bright light in Wu Tian's eyes, that was the light of refusing to surrender even in death, that was the light of perseverance!
In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of flowers, trees, ferocious beasts and humans disintegrated and turned into a vast ocean of energy, which he absorbed into his body in one breath.
His momentum suddenly rose sharply, and he was one step closer to the Nine Tribulations Divine Spirit!
Ling Chenye stared blankly at the bare land. Such method was truly inhumane, but he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.
He has met many people, many strong men, but when it comes to dominance and courage, no one can compare to this man!
Rather than saying that he is a frightening devil, it would be better to say that he is an awe-inspiring overlord!
Just when Ling Chenye's emotions were surging, Wutan smashed the giant peak with one finger. Four god-level spirit veins were awakened and roared out from the smoke and dust.
"restrain!"
Wutan let out a low roar, and his divine power rolled in all directions. The four spiritual veins were immediately imprisoned in the void.
Immediately afterwards, the four spiritual veins began to collapse, and tremendous energy filled the world, but in the end it all poured into Wutan's body.
However, after absorbing the energy from the four spiritual veins, he did not achieve his wish of breaking through to become a Ninth Tribulation Divine Spirit.
According to his estimation, at least two spirit veins might be needed.
Wu Tian looked at Ling Chenye and asked, "Are there any other races 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 Chou, are you trying to attack the Nine Tribulations God?"
Wu Tian nodded.
"suck!"
Ling Chenye couldn't help but gasp for air. He felt like he was dreaming and his head was dizzy.
If I remember correctly, this person just passed the divine tribulation a hundred years ago and broke through to the eighth tribulation divine level. But he said that he is now trying to become a ninth tribulation divine level. Is this true
Ling Chenye calmed his mind and asked cautiously: "Brother Fu Chou, has your realm been stabilized?"
Wu Tian nodded again.
"call!"
"suck!"
Ling Chenye's mind collapsed. He bent over, pressed his chest, and gasped heavily.
This wasn't fake, he really was having trouble breathing.
You know, even for a genius among geniuses, or a monster among monsters, it would take thousands of years to stabilize the realm of an Eight Tribulations God.
Those with decent talents, or ordinary creatures, will need tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of years!
But this guy in front of me only took a mere hundred years!
What kind of monster is he reincarnated into
How could there be such a perverted guy in the world
If this matter were to spread, there would be no telling how many geniuses would be angered to death, and no telling how many old monsters would just bang their heads against the wall.
"Brother Fu Chou, you really didn't lie to me?"
Ling Chenye asked again, still finding it hard to believe.
Wu Tian said calmly: "Do I have to lie to you? But you, you said you had a grudge against the Seven Killings War Clan, but why didn't you show any joy of revenge when the Seven Killings War Clan was destroyed? Or emotion?"
"ah!"
Ling Chenye was startled, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. He said sadly: "I want to be happy, but even if I get my revenge, what can I do? Can my parents be resurrected? No, everything has become a foregone conclusion. I am still alone, and nothing has changed."
"well!"
Ling Chenye sighed deeply, looked at Wu Tian and said, "Brother Fu Chou, if you don't have the same experience as me, you will never understand my feelings."
Wutan looked away. Did he really not understand
No!
He understands better than anyone the loneliness of having no parents, no relatives, and no friends.
He just doesn't want to show his vulnerable side in front of others.
"call!"
He secretly let out a long breath, and Wu Tian calmed down his turbulent emotions, and said indifferently: "Take me to the Blood Refining War Clan."
"Okay, okay."
Ling Chenye responded quickly, and flew south with Wu Tian, saying: "Brother Fu Chou, can you tell me the secrets of Burying Tears and Burying Desires? I feel that these two magical powers have already exceeded the scope of magical powers."
Wu Tian shook his head and said, "Some things, even if I tell you, you won't understand. I can only tell you that Burial Tears and Burial Desires have indeed exceeded the scope of magical powers, but not in terms of level, but in terms of dimension."
Ling Chenye asked: "What level?"
Wu Tian did not answer.
Other magical powers, whether spiritual or martial, cause direct damage to the body, the godhead, and the soul, but the Four Styles of Blood Burial directly attacks a person's spirit and mind.
Simply put, spiritual supernatural powers and martial supernatural powers are tangible attacks, while the Four Blood Burial Styles are intangible attacks. This is the difference in levels.
These principles are simple and difficult to explain.
For Wu Tian who has already understood it, it is very easy to understand, but for a layman like Ling Chenye, it is extremely profound.
Seeing that Wutan had no intention of explaining, Ling Chenye tactfully did not ask any more questions.
On the way to the Blood Refining War Clan, they encountered many powerful beings, but they were all dealt with skillfully by Wu Tian.
Originally, Ling Chenye thought that after spending time together, he would be able to understand Wutan thoroughly, but in the end he discovered that the other party was still a mystery.
The feeling Wu Tian gave him was that besides being against the will of heaven, he was also mysterious.
Three years later, the two of them descended into the Blood Refining War Clan.
Without saying a word, Wutan launched a fierce method, wiped out the Blood Refining War Clan with ease, and captured three god-level spiritual veins!
The overall strength of the Blood Refining War Clan is slightly inferior to that of the Seven Killing War Clan, and there are only three spiritual veins in the clan.
The result was not beyond his expectations. After absorbing the second divine spiritual vein, he encountered the Nine Tribulations Divine Tribulation.
There was no suspense at all and he easily passed the divine calamity. Ling Chenye was no longer surprised.
But there is only one spiritual vein left, what should we do with it
Wutan pondered for a moment, and finally, with Ling Chenye’s reminder, he used his great magical power to shrink the spiritual vein, and then suppressed it in his qi sea!
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 came up with a plan!
Collect spiritual veins!
While stabilizing the realm, he collected spirit veins and used the same method to suppress the spirit veins in the sea of qi. When the realm is stable, he will attack the Ten Tribulations God in one fell swoop!
When Ling Chenye learned about this plan, he was stunned!
How could this man be so crazy? So lawless
Isn't he afraid of attracting the attention of the nine rebellious war clans
Isn't he afraid of becoming the public enemy of the East Continent
Wu Tian is not afraid, but he is afraid!
If he took Wutan to plunder the spiritual veins of various war clans, then he would be an accomplice. When the time comes, he will not be able to prove his innocence even if he has ten mouths.
(End of this chapter)