"Am I cruel by nature?"

"A strong man who will succeed in ten thousand bones and shake the world, who is not a man whose hands are covered with blood?"

"For example, how many of the nine anti-heaven war clans have died in their hands? I am afraid that there are countless of them, but why can they become 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 knead the weak at will, and the weak must bow their heads in front of the strong, flattery, this is the law of survival from ancient times to the present, and no one can change it. ”

There was a strong mockery in Wutian's eyes, as if he was expounding a very simple truth, and his tone was plain.

But these words fell on the ears of the middle-aged man, which set off a thousand waves in his heart.

Because from this sentence, he sensed hatred, and it was hatred for the Nine Peak Battle Clans!

"The second type of blood burial, burial desire!"

Wutian spoke again.

The two tears of blood above the head, at the same time as the words landed, merged together, creating a faint fluctuation, rolling away in all directions!

When he was shrouded in fluctuations, the middle-aged man immediately paused in the void, his face was full of ecstasy, and then he laughed wildly, as if he had suddenly gone crazy!

The three elders of the Seven Killing War Clan, as well as all the living beings in this world here, also burst out uncontrollably with the deep desires in their hearts at this moment, and their eyes were filled with the light of various desires, like crazy laughter!

"Burial desires are not to wear out your desires, but to induce them from the depths of your hearts, and to satisfy them spiritually, soulfully, and spiritually, so that your body and mind are immersed in ecstasy, until at last, buried by an endless sea of desires. ”

Wutian walked towards the middle-aged man, while expounding the true meaning of funeral desire, his clothes fluttering, his white hair flying, and the whole person looked like an immortal monarch who was not stained with dust, exuding a dusty atmosphere.

But when the words landed, he seemed to be incarnated into a ruthless god of death, and his divine power covered his fists, and he blasted out nine punches like lightning!

Nine punches down, the middle-aged man's head exploded like a watermelon!

The soul is annihilated, and the blood stains the sky!

A god of ten tribulations was easily killed like this, and Ling Chenye in the distance was shocked by his heart, and his eyes were incredible!

The Eight Tribulation Gods slashed the Ten Tribulation Gods, and it was so easy, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one in the world would have believed it!

It's just a fantasy!

But this moment is happening right before his eyes.

What kind of face is hidden under that blood-colored mask?

In just a few breaths of Ling Chenye's daze, Wutian unleashed iron-blooded methods, slashing the three elders one by one and taking away their spatial bracelets.

"Huh!"

Ling Chen flickered a few times at night, came to Wutian's side, and asked with a light in his eyes: "Brother Fu Qiu, even the Ten Tribulation Gods will fall, what kind of magical power is that burial tears and burial desires, and it is so strong?"

Wutian didn't answer him, let alone look at him, he looked down at the clansmen of the Seven Killing War Clan, and whispered, "All this has lost the meaning of existence. ”

"What?"

Ling Chenye's face changed, and he exclaimed, "Brother Fu Qiu, are you going to kill them all?"

"What?

Wutian turned his head to look at him.

Ling Chenye's eyes trembled, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he hurriedly smiled: "No, no, how dare I have an opinion, as long as Brother Fu Qiu is happy, you can do whatever you want." ”

"The strong can knead the weak at will, why can't I?"

A bright light burst out in Wutian's eyes, that is unyielding, that is indomitable!

In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of flowers and trees, fierce beasts and human beings disintegrated one after another, turning into an ocean of energy, which was incorporated into his body in one breath.

His momentum suddenly climbed a lot, and he was one step closer to the Nine Tribulations Divine Spirit!

Ling Chenye looked down at the bare land in a daze, such a method could be called the extermination of human nature, but he couldn't help but worship in his heart.

He has seen many people, many strong people, but when it comes to domineering and courage, no one can compare with this person!

It's not so much that he's a feared devil as he's a formidable overlord!

Just when Ling Chenye's mind was in a tidal mood, Wutian's finger shattered the giant peak, and the four god-level spirit veins were awakened and roared out of the smoke and dust.

"Shovel!"

Wutian let out a low shout, and the divine power rolled in all directions, and the four spiritual veins were immediately imprisoned in the void.

Immediately after, the four spiritual veins began to collapse, and the majestic energy filled the heaven and earth, but in the end, all of them were poured into the heavenless body.

However, after absorbing the energy of the four spirit veins, it did not allow him to break through to the Nine Tribulations Divine Spirit as he wished.

According to his estimate, it may take at least two more spiritual veins to do it.

Wutian looked at Ling Chenye and asked, "What other races are nearby?"

"There's also a first-class race called the Blood Refining War Clan, which is only three years away from here. Ling Chenye instinctively responded, and then asked, "Brother Fu Qiu, you shouldn't be attacking the Nine Tribulation Gods, right?"

Wutian nodded.

"Suck!"

Ling Chenye couldn't help but inhale the cold air, feeling like he was in a dream, and his mind was dizzy.

If I remember correctly, this person only survived the Divine Tribulation a hundred years ago and broke through to the Eight Tribulation Gods, but he said that he was already impacting the Nine Tribulation Gods, is this true?

Ling Chenye stabilized his mind and asked cautiously, "Brother Fu Qiu, is your realm already stable?"

Wutian nodded again.

"Whew!"

"Suck!"

Ling Chenye's mind collapsed directly, bent over, pressed his heart, and gasped hard.

It wasn't pretending, he did feel breathless.

You must know that even if it is a genius among geniuses, a demon among demons, and it will take thousands of years to stabilize the realm of the Eight Tribulations Gods.

Those talents are okay, or ordinary creatures, it takes tens of thousands of years, even hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years!

But this guy in front of him only used a hundred years!

What kind of monster is he reincarnated?

In the world, how can there be such a perverted guy?

If this thing spreads, I don't know how many geniuses will be angry to death, and I don't know how many old monsters will go directly to hit the wall.

"Brother Fu Qiu, you really didn't lie to me?"

Ling Chenye asked again, still a little hard to believe in his heart.

Wutian said lightly: "Is it necessary for me to lie to you? It's you, you said that you have a grudge against the Seven Killing War Clan, but why did you not show the slightest joy of revenge after the Seven Killing War Clan was destroyed? Or feelings?"

"Ahh

Ling Chenye was startled, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye, and said melancholy: "I want to be happy, but even if the great revenge is avenged, what can I do? Can my parents be resurrected? No, everything has become a foregone conclusion, I am still alone, and there is no change in the slightest." ”

"Alas!"

Ling Chenye sighed deeply and looked at Wutian Dao: "Brother Fu Qiu, if you don't have an encounter like me, you will never understand my feelings." ”

Wutian looked away, did he really not understand?

No!

He understands better than anyone the loneliness of having no parents, no loved ones, no friends.

He just doesn't want to show his vulnerable side in front of others.

"Whew!"

Secretly exhaled, Wutian calmed down the ups and downs, and said indifferently: "Take me to the Blood Refining War Clan." ”

"Good, good. ”

Ling Chenye hurriedly responded, flew towards the south with Wutian, and said, "Brother Fu Qiu, can you tell me about the mystery of burial tears and burial desires? I feel that these two supernatural powers are beyond the scope of supernatural powers. ”

Wutian shook his head and said: "There are some things that you don't know, I can only tell you that the burial of tears and the desire for burial are indeed beyond the scope of supernatural powers, but they are not levels, they are levels." ”

Ling Chenye asked, "What level?"

Wutian did not answer.

Other supernatural powers, whether they are spiritual powers or martial powers, all cause direct damage to the physical body, to the godhead, and to the soul, but the four forms of blood burial are direct attacks on a person's spirit and heart.

To put it simply, the Spiritual Powers and Martial Divine Powers are tangible attacks, while the Four Forms of Blood Burial are invisible attacks, which is the difference in level.

These truths are easy to say, but difficult to say.

For Wutian, who has already understood, it is very easy to understand, but for a layman like Ling Chenye, it is extremely profound.

Seeing that Wutian didn't have an explanation, Ling Chenye didn't ask any more questions.

On the way to the Blood Refining War Clan, he encountered many powerful existences, but they were all solved by Astronoma.

Originally, Ling Chenye thought that after getting along all the way, he could understand Wutian thoroughly, but in the end, he found that the other party was still a mystery.

Wutian gave him the feeling that in addition to going against the sky, it was mysterious.

Three years later, the two descended on the Blood Refining War Clan.

Wutian didn't say a word, and launched a drastic method to destroy the withering and decaying uprooting of the Blood Refining War Clan, and captured three god-level spiritual veins!

The overall strength of the Blood Refining Battle Clan is slightly inferior to that of the Seven Killing War Clan, and there are only three spirit veins in the clan.

The result did not surprise him, after absorbing the second god-level spirit vein, he ushered in the Nine Tribulation Divine Spirit Tribulation.

There is no suspense, and he easily survives the Divine Tribulation, and Ling Chenye is already not surprised.

But what should I do with the remaining spiritual vein?

Wutian pondered for a moment, and finally, under Ling Chenye's reminder, he used his great divine power to shrink that spiritual vein, and then suppressed it in the sea of qi!

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 the veins!

While stabilizing the realm, collect the spiritual veins, use the same method, suppress the spiritual veins in the sea of qi, and when the realm is stable, they will impact the Ten Tribulation Gods in one fell swoop!

Hearing of this plan, Ling Chenye was directly stunned!

How can this man be so crazy, so lawless?

Isn't he afraid that he will attract the attention of the Nine Great Heaven Fighting Clans?

Isn't he afraid that he will become the public enemy of the Eastern Continent?

Wutian is not afraid, but he is afraid!

If he takes Wutian to loot the spiritual veins of various war clans, then he is an accomplice, and when the time comes, he will not be able to prove his innocence even if he has ten mouths.