"call out!"
The ray of electricity flew out from the old man's fingertips, disappeared into Mo Qinglei's body, and suddenly flew out again.
If the electric light had a sense of life, as soon as it left Mo Qinglei, it flew towards the old man again.
Mo Qinglei suddenly woke up from the severe pain, and there was no look in his eyes.
Nie Tian concentrated his attention and discovered that there was no power of thunder and lightning in Mo Qinglei's dantian spiritual sea.
That electric light only stayed in his body for a few seconds, as if it had absorbed all the thunder power he had worked so hard to condense.
Mo Qinglei's face was covered with blood, his expression was ferocious, and deep fear finally appeared in his eyes.
He looked at the old man from a distance, as if he was remembering something, and his body was trembling.
The great changes that happened here actually ended very quickly. Brother and sister Chai Longge and Qifengwu were all focused on the well of creation that spewed out pure soul threads, and did not see the old man's methods at all.
At this time, the two brothers and sisters were still staring at the well of creation with excitement on their faces.
Qifengwu was about to collect the soul threads in the well of creation when he suddenly saw humans, aliens and spiritual beasts gathering from all directions.
She suddenly changed color.
There was still a long distance between them, so Nie Tian did not dare to hesitate and shouted loudly: "Abandon that well of creation!"
The strength displayed by the old man was shocking. Mo Qinglei, who held the Thunder King's Seal and numerous spiritual weapons, was powerless to fight back in his hands.
As for Mo Qinglei, he was evenly matched.
The old man was determined to capture the well of creation that could spew out refined soul threads. With the strength of Chai Longge and his sister, trying to stop it would be like a mantis trying to control the chariot, and he would definitely die.
"Little sister! Give up that well of creation!"
When Chai Longge heard Nie Tian's roar, he reacted suddenly and shouted loudly.
Seeing many powerful people gathering together, Qifeng Wu was frightened out of his courage and hurriedly moved from the well of creation to where Chai Longge was.
The strange old man, with cold eyes, took out the Thunder King Seal that he had taken from Mo Qinglei.
Dense lightning, mixed with numerous thunder runes, surged out.
"Boom!"
In front of the old man, there were several human qigong masters who rushed towards the well of creation and a demon who were one step ahead of him. They were almost immediately drowned by the light of thunder and lightning.
The bloody bodies, like flesh and blood cannonballs, fell heavily towards the swamp.
The swamp with gurgling water was like a vicious creature with its huge mouth, swallowing up those bodies and disappearing in a few seconds.
The old man's aura was like a rainbow, holding the Thunder King's Seal in one hand, with overwhelming power. He came from behind and stopped firmly above the well of creation.
"Anyone who dares to come closer than ten meters will be killed without mercy!"
After leaving these words, the old man fell down carelessly, and the Thunder King's Seal seemed to have become his natal artifact, floating quietly in the air.
"Chichi!"
Dense thunder and lightning intertwined in the void, forming a huge thunder and lightning sky net.
Inside the Thunder King Seal, the beast soul of the eighth-level Thunder Beast roared, and there were thunder balls mixed in the grid, shocking all directions.
A qi refiner in the late stage of the Xuan Realm approached and bumped in.
Three thunderballs suddenly flew into the man's body after a fierce flash in the old man's eyes.
There was an explosion, and the man's body was torn into pieces, falling piece by piece.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die."
The old man smiled softly, and countless thunder and lightning turned into thunder and lightning pythons, swimming around.
There were also several humans and aliens who relied on their superb cultivation and strong bloodlines. They were entangled by pythons condensed by thunder and lightning, their bodies were charred black, and they fell into the swamp one by one.
Those who were approaching later saw that many people of the same level and those more powerful than them died tragically, and they all stopped in a hurry.
Around the old man, there were about a dozen human races and alien races scattered around, but no one dared to attack him.
Also over there, Xie Yunhai, not far from the old man, had not yet finished collecting the essence of the water in the well of creation.
Because of the distance between him and the old man, he looked at the corpses sinking into the swamp. He was frightened, so he decisively abandoned the well of creation and escaped directly.
Chai Longge stared at the mouth of the well, where golden light flashed from time to time, with hesitation on his face.
Xie Yunhai escaped, and the two siblings were not too far away from the old man.
This place suddenly became the bloodiest battlefield in the entire area. He began to think about whether to give up the opportunity in the well and retreat like Xie Yunhai.
"Walk!"
Nie Tian shouted loudly again.
Chai Longge seemed to have made up his mind because of the violent shouting. He grabbed Qifengwu and shouted: "Let's go!"
The two brothers and sisters quickly moved away from the land of right and wrong.
Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong were also condensing the essence of ice and vegetation.
When the conflict broke out between Nie Tian and Mo Qinglei, they looked over frequently and saw the old man's aura suddenly change when the source of creation spewed out pure soul threads.
"What a powerful old man. I didn't expect that he would pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger." Yin Yanan muttered to herself, with a solemn look on her face.
The eighth-level ice-blood python in her body kept warning her not to provoke the old man when he went on a killing spree.
Yin Yanan was deeply shocked that the eighth-level ice-blood python, with strength comparable to the strong men in the early stages of the human race's virtual realm, would be so afraid of the old man.
Mu Biqiong glanced at the old man from a distance, also worried, as if she instinctively sensed the crisis.
"I know your name is Nie Tian." Mo Qinglei, who was dying, looked up at Nie Tian at the well of creation that no longer had any magic, and whispered: "Nie Tian, take me away as soon as possible, I can Let me tell you the secret of that old guy’s strength.”
Nie Tian was surprised, "Take you away?"
"My Thunder King Seal was taken away by him, and the thunder and lightning spiritual power I had refined for many years was drained away by him." Mo Qinglei nodded lightly, "You take me away, and I will save you from disaster."
"You can't even leave?" Nie Tian looked strange.
"I was seriously injured." Mo Qinglei blushed, feeling extremely aggrieved. "Believe me, leave this place as soon as possible and run as far as you can! Wait until he takes the pure soul thread from the well of creation. Once you pull away, you won’t be able to leave even if you want to!”
"Do you know who he is?" Nie Tian was stunned.
Mo Qinglei nodded heavily, his eyes full of fear, "I guess who he is."
"who is he?"
"Take me away and let me get out of here alive, and I will tell you of course!"
"I'm actually not interested in knowing who he is." Nie Tian smiled lightly, "However, I will listen to your advice and get out of here before he absorbs the refined soul thread from the well of creation. As for you Well, I don’t feel obligated to bring it with me, I didn’t take the opportunity to kill you, you should already be burning incense.”
There was actually no hatred between him and Mo Qinglei. The reason for the fight was simply because of this man's arrogance.
At this moment, Mo Qinglei has lost the Thunder King Seal, and the sixth-level thunder beast that brought him here is also dead. Even his thunder and lightning power has been completely stripped away by the old man.
Mo Qinglei was knocked down from heaven's favored son to the mortal world. Anyone who was still around could easily kill him.
"I have never begged anyone in my life. This time I beg you to take me away!" Mo Qinglei looked frightened and uneasy. "I have lost the Thunder King Seal and have no power of thunder to use. You can definitely Catch me and do whatever you want. Just please, take me out of here, away from that guy!"
Nie Tian was stunned: "Are you so afraid of him?"
Mo Qinglei nodded heavily: "If he absorbs the pure soul thread in the well of creation, he will definitely use the soul-imparting technique to extract my memory."
"Why?"
"Take me away and I'll tell you everything!"
Nie Tian snorted coldly and was about to speak when he suddenly saw three familiar people.
Pugson from the Skeleton Tribe, Gutas from the Demon Tribe, and Frost from the Evil Underworld Tribe also touched it.
The moment those three people appeared, Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong's expressions suddenly darkened, and they were ready to fight.
The three foreigners who suddenly arrived also clearly noticed Nie Tian and others. Surprisingly, they did not come towards Nie Tian, but all flew towards the well of creation that spewed out soul threads.
Their target is also the well of creation.
"That's interesting." Nie Tian chuckled in a low voice.
Those three foreigners are all dazzling new stars in their respective clans. They possess important weapons in their clans and have combat power that far exceeds their bloodline level.
Since the three of them wanted to occupy the well of creation, they would inevitably clash with the old man. Nie Tian smiled and ignored Mo Qinglei's pleading. The old god continued to watch from the ground.
"Old man, get out of the way of that well!"
Gutas of the Demon Clan grinned ferociously, swooping down like a monster.
"roll!"
The old man's expression was cold, and lightning turned into a python, biting Gutas fiercely.
Frost of the Evil Underworld is still sitting on the huge skull. The skull is condensed with the remaining souls. As soon as it arrives, it quietly gathers the remaining souls of the deceased.
"Boom boom boom!"
Thunderballs hit the skull one after another. The skull screamed miserably as if it were alive.
The huge skull suddenly had many holes, and soul smoke flowed out of them.
Frost was shocked. He looked at the scattered humans and aliens around him who did not dare to get close. When he looked at the old man, he seemed to finally realize how special the old man was.
Pugson of the Skeleton Clan also took out the bone-crushing knife, the clan's most valuable treasure, and his green eyes were filled with solemnity.
He held a knife in both hands and slashed at the old man. A strong aura of death filled the air.
"The Skeleton Clan, the Evil Underworld Clan..."
The old man smiled coldly, and lightning flashes flew past his fingertips. The tinkling sounds of gold and iron continued to burst out from the death sword light blooming from Pugson.
The two crystal bone arms of Pugson holding the knife were shaking violently, as if they could not withstand the lightning shots.
Fear flashed in Frost's eyes, and he hurriedly moved the skull to avoid the old man.
Almost at the same time, Gutas of the Demon Clan let out a miserable howl, and was blown away by the ball of thunderballs with blood splashing everywhere. He seemed to have been severely injured in an instant, and fled in panic.
The three foreign shining stars joined forces to attack, but in a short period of time, they were all defeated and retreated.
No one dared to challenge the old man's might to snatch the well of creation that he was guarding.
The old man calmly moved to the entrance of the well, with lightning flashing in his eyes, glaring at the refined soul threads.
Wisps of soul threads, like gray-black lines, converged towards his pupils and were absorbed into the sea of soul consciousness.
"Let's go! Take me away quickly!" Mo Qinglei growled angrily.