Chapter 1668 Anyone Who Stands in My Way Will Die

"Mingwang War Clan?"

Wu Tian was confused.

Just hearing about the recruitment of handymen and offerings, these people seemed to be crazy. Could it be that the Ming King War Clan is very powerful, but why hasn't he heard of it?

Ling Chenye pursed his lips and turned around to leave, but suddenly he found a masked man sitting motionless at the table, and he couldn't help but become curious.

With a roll of his eyes, he came to Wutian's table and said with a smile: "Brother, why don't you prepare?"

Wutian raised his head and looked at this person, then lowered his head, but at the same time as he lowered his head, a suspicion appeared in his eyes, and he raised his head again, looking at this young man in black carefully.

He discovered that this person exuded a unique smell that only appeared on women.

He couldn't help but wonder, was this person disguised as a man?

But he also discovered that this person had an Adam's apple, and his skin was not as delicate as a woman's. On the contrary, it was a bit rough, with large pores and thick black eyebrows. There was nothing like a woman's.

"Is it just me thinking wildly?"

Wutian secretly cursed.

Seeing Wu Tian staring at him all the time, Ling Chenye felt uncomfortable all over and said displeasedly: "Hey, what are you looking at? I asked you a question, didn't you hear?"

"Is the Mingwang War Clan very powerful?"

Wutian asked lightly, looking away, but secretly keeping an eye on him, he still suspected that this person was a woman disguised as a man.

Because the appearance can change, but the taste cannot.

Hearing that, Ling Chenye stared at Wutian in disbelief as if he were looking at some monster, and was speechless for a long time.

Wutian's eyebrows hidden under the mask raised slightly. Could it be that this Mingwang War Clan is really a great race?

"call!"

Ling Chenye took a deep breath, as if to calm down the restlessness in his heart, and asked: "You really don't know about the Ming King War Clan?"

Wutian shook his head and said: "I come from a small and remote tribe. The Mingwang Zhan clan has never heard of it."

"oh."

Ling Chenye looked astonished: "So that's it, why would you ask such a stupid question?"

Wutian said calmly: "Then do you want to explain it to me?"

Ling Chenye raised his eyebrows and said displeased: "You sound like I have an obligation to explain to you? I mean, when you ask other people questions, can you be more humble?"

Wutian glanced at him, and neatly took out two magic medicines from the space bracelet, and threw them in front of Ling Chenye.

The space bracelet and the magic medicine naturally belonged to the two middle-aged men.

There are two big men guarding the gate of the Holy Realm, and they are also seven tribulation gods. How many treasures are there in the space bracelet?

There were thousands of magical medicines alone, and countless essences, enough for him to squander for a while.

When he saw the two magical herbs, Ling Chenye's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly put away his space bracelet for fear that Wutian would regret it.

Wutian said calmly: "Can you tell me now?"

Ling Chenye chuckled and said: "Of course, of course, we are all children of the world, and we should take care of each other."

This is a typical example of getting a bargain but still doing well.

Wutian didn't bother to argue and said calmly: "Say it!"

Ling Chenye explained: "The Mingwang War Clan is the overlord of this area. It is a second-class race. There is a Five Tribulations God in the clan. This Mingwang City is their secular base."

"Second-class race?"

Wutian was slightly startled.

Ling Chenye looked at him strangely and said, "You don't even know about the second-class race, do you?"

"The small tribe I belong to is located on the edge of the Eastern Continent. It is basically isolated from the world. I don't know about the situation in the Eastern Continent and I am not surprised." Wutian said.

"That's it, then I will explain it to you. The major races in the Eastern Continent have a total of four levels, namely, third-class race, second-class race, first-class race, king race, and peak race."

"The third-class race is actually not popular. As long as there is a god sitting there, it can be called a third-class race."

"Second-class races are different. They need at least a five-evil god to be in charge, such as the Mingwang War Clan."

"First-class races need a Ten-Tribulation God to sit in their place."

"The race of kings is even more remarkable. It requires a supreme being to take charge. This race is basically a war race ranked in the top 100."

"As for the peak race, they are the pillars of the Holy World, the nine heaven-defying war races!"

Ling Chen said at night, when he mentioned the nine heaven-defying war clans, his eyes emitted a blazing light.

"A peak race? I don't know if you have ever heard this saying, the higher you stand, the harder you fall. Just wait, sooner or later, I will make you all fall from the sky and fall into the abyss!" Wu Tian sneered in his heart.

Seeing that Wutian remained silent, Ling Chenye chuckled and said, "How are you? Are you scared?"

"A little bit."

Wu Tian smiled faintly, and suddenly had an idea, and asked: "No matter how you say it, the Mingwang War Clan is a second-class war clan. Do you have any spiritual veins in that clan? If you don't have spiritual veins, entering the Mingwang War Clan, won't it actually delay your cultivation? "

"Of course there is. The Mingwang War Clan has a total of two god-level spiritual veins. I heard that the training place worshiped by the Mingwang War Clan is on the two spiritual veins. If you, brother, can become a worshiper, you will surely prosper. However, Under the premise, it depends on whether you have this ability, brother." Ling Chenye said.

"I'm just a country man. Let alone offering sacrifices, even being a handyman is just a dream to me."

Wutian smiled mockingly to himself, but he was thinking in his heart that if he could absorb these two god-level spiritual veins, it would definitely help him break through to the Eight Tribulations God.

As long as you step into the Eight Tribulations Gods, you will be one step closer to the realm of the Supreme!

Ling Chenye chuckled and said: "Brother, don't give up on yourself like this. The Mingwang War Clan's standards for recruiting handymen are not very high. Anyone who is a great emperor can sign up. Although eldest brother has no breath, he must have entered the stage of a great emperor. Otherwise, it would be impossible to arrive safely at Mingwang City from such a remote place. Why don’t you go to the Mingwang War Clan with me tomorrow to try your luck? What do you think?”

Wutian shook his head and said: "Let's forget it. I came out this time just for experience. It's better not to interfere with other things."

A second-class race with only five calamity gods sitting around has no need to hide.

Ling Chenye said: "Since eldest brother has said so, I will no longer insist. May I ask your surname?"

Wu Tian said: "Fu Chou."

"Brother Fu Qiu, thank you for the magic medicine. We will see you later."

Ling Chenye cupped his hands, stood up and left.

Wutian sat in the restaurant until dark, then stood up to pay the bill.

But just when the clerk came to settle the fee, his spiritual thoughts emerged and he forcibly searched the clerk's soul!

After getting what he wanted, he waved his hand and the man's body was instantly reduced to ashes, and then turned around and left the restaurant.

On the street, Wutian lowered his head and walked towards the city gate, with a thoughtful light in his eyes.

He has never forgotten the soul-searching technique, but he does not want to use this magic technique again because it was taught to him by Xuanyuan Ao.

He would rather kill an innocent person than use what Xuanyuan Ao taught him.

Some people may say he is stupid, but who knows the pain in his heart? Who knows?

The moment he reached the city gate, he decisively erased the soul-searching technique.

Without the soul-searching technique, he could still get everything he wanted!

He wants to use his actions to prove that he is unstoppable and does not need to rely on anyone to still reach the top!

That night, he stood on the top of a mountain in Mingwang City, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with longing in his eyes.

After his rebirth, when he buried the fighting spirit ring and several magical talismans in the grave, he did not forget that the ice coffin and Luo Shen Qin were still in the fighting spirit ring.

But he still buried the fighting spirit ring. He didn't really want to abandon everything in his previous life. He knew that after entering the holy world, he was destined to linger on the edge of death. He didn't want the beauty in the coffin to be harmed or implicated. .

Therefore, leaving her in Samsara Continent is the best choice.

However, at this moment, here, he had no friends or relatives, and his heart began to feel lonely, and he couldn't help but think of her.

Her figure, her sadness, her smile, her helplessness, those eternal images, were involuntarily brought to his mind, making his heart feel like a knife twisting, with unbearable pain.

At midnight, with a sigh, he left.

On this trip, he was going to the Mingwang War Clan’s territory to snatch two spiritual veins!

After forcibly reading the man's memory, he already knew where the Mingwang Zhan clan's clan was.

Half an hour later, he descended over a mountain range.

Below, the mountains and rivers are undulating and majestic, with towering ancient trees and lush greenery.

In the mountains and rivers, there are countless auras, the lowest is the Great Emperor, and the strongest is a Five Tribulation God.

"rise!"

His body shook, and streaks of bloody divine power rushed out of his body, turning into a vast ocean and rolling toward the mountains below!

The power of the gods shrouds all directions!

At this moment, all creatures within hundreds of millions of miles around trembled, feeling chilled both physically and mentally.

"Senior, who is coming to the land of our Mingwang War Clan?"

The next moment, a voice of surprise sounded, with a bit of fear and a bit of awe.

A middle-aged man in black swept out of the mountains, soared into the sky, and landed not far from Wutian. He said anxiously: "Senior, why are you doing this?"

Wutian said indifferently: "Take the spiritual pulse."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked below, and two spiritual veins that were thousands of miles long were pulled out of the ground by the bloody divine power.

The two spiritual veins were awakened, displaying their ferocious power, and struggled desperately, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of the divine power, and flew quickly towards Wutian.

However, the members of the Mingwang War Clan were plunged into a devastating disaster. In just a moment, most of them were killed or injured!

Seeing this, the expression of the middle-aged man in black suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said: "Senior, spiritual veins are the foundation of the Mingwang clan, senior, please show mercy!"

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Wutian glanced over, his eyes filled with blood. When he came into contact with Wutian's gaze, the middle-aged man in black suddenly felt a terrifying and evil aura coming towards him. It was as if he had fallen into Shura hell, and from the depths of his soul, An overwhelming fear emerged!

Who is this person?

Just one look, but it actually contains such a terrifying evil spirit. Is he a devil?

The middle-aged man in black was the leader of the Mingwang War Clan, but at this moment, he couldn't bear the slightest intention to stop him. He watched helplessly as his two spiritual veins were captured by this masked man!