You know, spiritual veins are not only the foundation for maintaining a race, but also the foundation for maintaining a world!
Just imagine, what would happen if all the spiritual veins of the Holy Realm were destroyed
By then, no matter it is the ferocious beasts or the human cultivators, they will gradually grow old and die like mortals.
Until finally, there were no more cultivators in the entire holy world, only mortals.
This is not alarmist, it is a fact!
Therefore, although there is no explicit regulation, destroying spirit veins is prohibited no matter which continent!
You can rob it, you can take it as your own, but you are not allowed to destroy it. Otherwise, once the world knows about it, you will become a public enemy!
And Wu Tian collected the spirit veins just to destroy them, so how could Ling Chenye not be worried? Not afraid
But just when he was about to open his mouth to refuse, Wutan said only one sentence, and he immediately behaved himself!
The content of this sentence is; If you don’t lead the way, I will forcibly read your memory!
Anyone who is a cultivator knows the consequences of forcibly reading memories. Ling Chenye’s strength is not as good as Wutan’s, so how dare he resist
Now he only hated himself. Why did he take the initiative to provoke this devil
It's easy to get on the pirate ship, but it's difficult to get off!
With no other options, he could only take Wu Tian with him to the major first-class races.
In fifty years, they visited a total of six first-class races and captured twenty god-level spiritual veins.
Similarly, these six first-class races disappeared in the long river of history.
Of course, it was Wutan who made the move. The resources and treasures of the six first-class races all went into his pocket, while Ling Chenye, who led the way, got nothing. This made him quite unhappy and he complained a lot.
However, the successive destruction of the Seven Killing War Clan, the Blood Refining War Clan, and six other war clans attracted the attention of some interested people.
Hundreds of people gathered in a certain hall.
"Tell me, who is so lawless that he destroyed eight first-class war clans in a row?"
"It's really hard to say. Maybe these eight warriors have offended someone."
"No, no, how could eight war clans offend one person at the same time? This possibility is unreliable."
"Apart from this possibility, what else can explain it?"
"I heard that none of the eight members of the War Clan were spared. Such cruel means would be difficult to accomplish unless there was a deep blood feud."
"That's strange. Could it be that these eight members of the war clan really have offended the same person?"
The hall was filled with noise and bustle.
Suddenly, a big man in black came to the door of the hall, followed by a young man in purple.
Someone immediately said, "The leader of the Holy Soul War Clan is here. Everyone, be quiet."
Suddenly, the hall fell silent, and everyone looked at the black-clothed man outside the hall and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Saint Soul Clan Leader."
"My fellow clan leaders, we have been friends for many years, so please don't be so polite."
The big man in black laughed and strode into the hall. He walked among the crowd and greeted people on both sides in a friendly manner.
The young man in purple behind him remained silent.
The big man in black walked all the way to the main seat in front, then stopped. After turning around, he did not sit down. He looked at the young man in purple next to him and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo, please sit down."
From his smile, one can see a hint of flattery.
Upon seeing this, hundreds of people below couldn't help but look at the young man in purple in confusion, secretly guessing his identity.
The purple-clothed young man smiled and said, "Holy Soul Patriarch, I am just a junior and a guest. I cannot take over the show. I will sit here."
The young man in purple walked to a chair below and sat down on it, exuding an extraordinary aura.
The Holy Soul Clan leader was silent for a moment, nodded and smiled at the purple-robed young man, then sat down on the main seat, glanced at the hundreds of people below, and said with a smile: "Let me introduce you to this Mr. Mo, whose name is Mo Yuyang, and he is the envoy sent by the Holy Temple."
"A messenger sent by the Temple?"
Everyone was slightly stunned, and immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Mo."
Mo Yuyang had a friendly smile on his face and said, "You're welcome, please take a seat."
Everyone bowed to Mo Yuyang and took their seats one by one.
The patriarch of the Holy Soul Fighting Clan glanced at the entire audience with a smile on his face, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Yuyang.
At this moment, his smile faded, replaced by seriousness, and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Mo, please tell us everything you know."
"Of course."
Mo Yuyang nodded, stood up and waved his hand. Divine power gushed out and condensed into a phantom.
When everyone looked over, they saw a shadow wearing a blood-red mask, long snow-white hair, and a white gown. He was about seven feet tall and quite thin, giving people a very mysterious feeling.
That’s right, this is exactly Wujitian’s phantom!
Mo Yuyang scanned the entire audience, pointed his finger and said, "I'm sure everyone is wondering who destroyed the eight first-class races? I'll tell you now, the murderer is him."
"he?"
Everyone frowned, with some confusion in their eyes.
Mo Yuyang waved his hand, and the shadow in the air dissipated. He then said, "Are you wondering why eight first-class races would alarm the Holy Temple?"
Everyone nodded.
Mo Yuyang said: "At the beginning, our temple did not pay attention to it, but ten years ago, we accidentally discovered that this person destroyed these eight first-class races not for revenge or to rob treasures."
Someone couldn't wait to ask: "What is that for?"
Mo Yuyang returned to his seat, his eyes flashing coldly, and said, "He wanted to seize the spiritual vein."
"Seize the spiritual vein?"
Everyone was stunned.
Someone said, "Mr. Mo, please forgive me for being blunt. Seizing a spiritual vein is not a big deal. Why would the Holy Temple intervene?"
Mo Yuyang said: "If it was just a simple attempt to rob the spirit vein, our temple would certainly not care, but this person robbed the spirit vein in order to destroy it!"
"What?"
"He actually wants to destroy the spiritual vein?"
"Doesn't he know how important spiritual veins are to us cultivators?"
"Doesn't he know that destroying the spirit vein will make him a public enemy?"
Everyone was shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Of course he knows the importance of the spirit vein, and he also knows that he will become a public enemy."
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly and continued: "According to our investigation, this person destroyed the spiritual vein in order to absorb the energy of the spiritual vein, so that he could accelerate his breakthrough."
Someone asked, "What's the proof?"
Mo Yuyang said: "It is said that this person had already robbed the two spiritual veins of the Mingwang Zhan Clan two hundred and fifty years ago. We also went to the Mingwang Zhan Clan to investigate. The elders of the Mingwang Zhan Clan told us that not long after this person robbed the spiritual veins, he destroyed the two spiritual veins, absorbed all the energy, and then began to transcend the tribulation. Many people witnessed this scene with their own eyes."
"This guy deserves to die!"
"What a jerk!"
"Mr. Mo, this man must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise more spirit veins will fall into his hands."
The crowd was furious and filled with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to skin Wutan alive.
The Holy Soul Clan leader asked, "Mr. Mo, how strong is this person? And what is his identity?"
Mo Yuyang shook his head and said, "As you can see, this person has been wearing a mask. No one has seen his true face so far, so his identity is unknown. As for his strength, we haven't found out yet, but based on his style of doing things, we infer from the temple that he should be a Ten Tribulations God."
The Holy Soul Clan leader frowned and said, "What if it's a Supreme Being?"
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly and said, "It's impossible. If he was the Supreme, he wouldn't attack the Ming Wang Zhan Clan. After all, the Ming Wang Zhan Clan is only a second-class race. Moreover, it is said that he only had nine divine tribulations at that time, while the Supreme had eighteen. From this, it can be seen that he is at most a ten-tribulation divine spirit."
The Holy Soul Clan leader said: "In that case, as long as we join forces, it won't be difficult to eradicate him."
Mo Yuyang said: "Don't underestimate him. He can destroy the Seven Killings War Clan and other eight first-class races in a row. He can also destroy you. I also heard that his divine calamity is blood red. I believe you all know that this kind of people are desperate criminals who will do anything to achieve their goals. If you dare to be careless, the Seven Killings War Clan will be yours."
"Bloody Divine Tribulation!"
"No wonder he did such a crazy thing!"
"I think this man has been possessed by a demon. We must kill him!"
There was a strong murderous intent in everyone's eyes!
Mo Yuyang said: "This is why our temple has to come forward in person. You only need to be responsible for finding out his information. The rest will be left to our temple."
"yes!"
Everyone responded respectfully.
Mo Yuyang waved his hand and said, “Go ahead. I want to know his whereabouts within ten years.”
"Mr. Mo, goodbye!"
"Saint Soul Patriarch, goodbye!"
Hundreds of people stood up and left quickly.
Soon, Mo Yuyang, the Holy Soul Clan leader, was the only one left in the hall.
The Holy Soul Clan leader stood up, walked to Mo Yuyang, and said with a smile: "This time, Master Mo brought people here, I guess killing this person is fake, and making this person submit to the Holy Temple is the real purpose!"
"You old fox, I really can't hide anything from you."
Mo Yuyang looked at the Saint Soul Clan leader with disdain, nodded and said, "You are right. Although this person is extremely evil, he is exactly the talent my temple needs. However, I am the leader this time, and I have the final say on everything. Whether to keep him or not depends on his performance."
At the end, Mo Yuyang couldn't help but sneer.
"Of course. If he doesn't know what's good for him, why not just kill him?"
The Holy Soul Clan leader immediately flattered him, which made Mo Yuyang quite enjoyable.
The Saint Soul Clan leader smiled flatteringly and said, "Mr. Mo, do you have any news on the matter I asked you to do last time?"
"Don't worry, I have already told the high-ranking officials of the Holy Temple about this matter. They have also expressed their opinion that you have a good talent and have entered the realm of the Ninth Tribulation God at such a young age. If you can enter the realm of the Tenth Tribulation God within the next thousand years, then we will accept you into the Holy Temple and make you the focus of training."
At this point, Mo Yuyang frowned slightly and said, "But I'm curious, isn't your Saint Soul War Clan a branch of the Tiandu War Clan? Why don't you go directly to the Tiandu War Clan for help? Why do you come to me instead? After all, the Tiandu War Clan is a king race, and it's much easier for them to let someone enter the temple than it is for me."
"Well, to be honest with you, Master Mo, I have approached the Tiandu War Clan, but they made a request that my son break off his relationship with the Holy Soul War Clan before they would help. I have worked so hard to raise such a capable son, how could I give him to them for nothing?"
The Holy Soul Clan leader sighed deeply, feeling helpless and a little indignant.
Mo Yuyang sneered and said, "So that's how it is. I have to say that the Tiandu War Clan really knows how to sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor."
The Holy Spirit Clan leader snorted coldly, "They are more than just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor. They are simply being tyrannical and overbearing. I just don't believe that without them, my son would not be able to enter the Holy Temple!"
After he finished speaking, a trace of flattery quickly appeared on his face, and he smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Mo, you left too quickly last time, and I didn't have time to thank you. Today you must stay and let me do my best to be a good host and repay your kindness, please!"
"If I refuse the invitation given by the chieftain, wouldn't it make me look arrogant and look down on others? Besides, I am also looking forward to it. Chieftain, how are you going to repay me? Let's go!"
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly, stood up and walked out of the hall.
The Holy Soul Patriarch followed closely behind.
(End of this chapter)