Chapter 1670 Is It a God? Or a Devil?

Wutian never looked back and said coldly: "Although you took the initiative, if you don't give me an explanation, I will still kill you."

Ling Chenye came behind Wutian, looked at his back unhappily, and said bitterly: "Brother Fu Qiu, can't you be more humble?"

"Humility?"

Wutian sneered and said, "Don't challenge my patience."

Ling Chenye said: "I have been following you, just because I am a little curious about you."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, an astonishing and ferocious aura rushed out of Wutian's body, locking firmly on Ling Chenye.

Ling Chenye tensed up physically and mentally, and said hurriedly: "Brother Fu Qiu, I'm not lying to you, I'm really just curious."

Wutian said indifferently: "Someone once said the same thing to me, but her strength is above mine and I am unable to resist. If you think that your strength is also above mine, you can continue."

The person he was talking about was Ye Xiuling.

Ling Chenye took a deep look at Wutian's back and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll tell you the reason. In fact, I was sent by someone else to follow you."

Wu Tian said: "Who?"

Ling Chenye said: "The leader of the Mingwang War Clan, you stole the Mingwang War Clan's spiritual veins, destroyed his clan land, and hurt his people. Naturally, he can't let it go, so he ordered me to follow you."

Wutian frowned and said: "With your strength, can a mere Five Tribulations God be able to command you?"

Ling Chenye said: "The leader of the Mingwang War Clan is naturally not qualified to order me, but there is a powerful backer behind the Mingwang War Clan. This backer is the Seven Kills War Clan. The Seven Kills War Clan is a first-class race, and I am the Seven Kills." A member of the Zhan clan.”

Wu Tian said: "You mean that the leader of the Mingwang War Clan has asked the Qisha War Clan for help?"

Ling Chenye nodded and said: "Yes, when you snatched away the two spiritual veins, he had already asked the Seven Kills War Clan for help, and the leader of the Seven Kills War Clan, my leader, sent a message to me, Let me follow you and know where you are going.”

Wutian thought about it carefully and said: "Since you are a member of the Seven Kills War Clan, why do you tell me the truth? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? Even if I don't kill you, your clan leader will probably not take it lightly. Spare you."

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but if I don't tell you, I will die now, and if I tell you the truth, I might still get a chance to survive. Besides, I only hate the Seven Kills War Clan. If I could, I would really I want to uproot the Seven Kills clan with my own hands!"

At this moment, Ling Chenye seemed to be carrying a blood feud, with endless murderous intent in his eyes.

Wutian said lightly: "Your hatred has nothing to do with me. Tell me, where is the Seven Kills War Clan? How many spiritual veins are there in the clan?"

"You still want to snatch the spiritual veins?" Ling Chenye was surprised.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Wu Tian said.

"Okay, I won't ask. The Seven Kills War Clan has a total of four god-level spiritual veins. As for the location, it's only half a year away from here. I can take you there." Ling Chenye said.

"I won't take someone with me who is following me, and I won't leave behind someone who wants to harm me."

Wutian's eyes surged with murderous intent, and the ferocious aura increased sharply. Ling Chenye's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot. His skin quickly cracked. In an instant, he felt like he was bathing in blood, and the smell of blood was pungent!

"ah……"

Ling Chenye screamed, holding back the severe pain, and begged: "Brother Fu Qiu, don't kill me. I know many things, such as the location of the major races and how many spiritual veins each major race has. I can take you there. Loot their spiritual veins."

"Do I need you to tell me? I can directly read your memory."

Wutian turned to look at him. This was the first time he turned around. His blood-red eyes were like the eyes of a demon, which frightened Ling Chenye!

What kind of person is he?

How many hardships and killings do you have to go through to accumulate such a terrifying evil spirit?

"Brother Fu Qiu, I beg you, don't kill me. I really don't have any ill intentions..."

"Seeing that I am alone and helpless, and my parents were killed by traitors, please spare my life..."

"I am really pitiful. I know that my enemy is right in front of me, but I am unable to take revenge. Heaven and earth, why are you so unfair to me..."

Ling Chen screamed sadly at night, with tears streaming down his face.

Wutian raised his eyebrows, restrained his ferocious aura, and then fell silent.

Ling Chenye also quickly took a magical medicine to heal his wounds. When he looked at Wutian again, his eyes were full of fear and he felt extremely uneasy.

I really didn’t expect that this person was so powerful!

Thinking of his original decision, he wished he could give himself a few slaps.

With such a cold-blooded devil, no one in the world has time to hide, but he actually takes the initiative to come up to him. It's really crazy.

He really regrets it now!

"Whoosh!!!"

Suddenly, a series of sounds broke through the air.

Eight figures cut through the sky and headed straight for this place!

Ling Chenye looked over, his expression suddenly changed, and he said anxiously: "No, Brother Fu Qiu, people from the Seven Kills War Clan are here."

Wutian looked up and saw that one of the four people was the leader of the Mingwang Zhan Clan. Among the other seven, three were older and were all Eight Tribulations gods. The remaining four were younger and were all Seven Tribulations gods.

Facing such a formation, if it were any other Eight Tribulations gods, they would probably run away immediately, but Wutian didn't take it to heart at all. He turned to look at Ling Chenye, his eyes flashed coldly, and said, "You were the one who informed them to come. of?"

Ling Chenye hurriedly said: "It wasn't me. I can swear a blood oath. If I were the one who tipped off the news, I would die badly! Brother Fu Qiu, I know you are very strong, but they have three Eight Tribulations gods. With one With three enemies, your winning rate is almost zero. Let’s run away before they arrive!”

"escape?"

Wutian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a step forward, stepped on the void, and walked towards the eight people.

Ling Chenye said anxiously: "Brother Fu Qiu, why are you so brave? They are really not something you can match."

"For me now, it's as easy as killing a dog to kill the gods of nine tribulations, let alone the gods of eight tribulations."

Wutian muttered to himself, with wisps of sharp light glowing in his blood-red eyes.

The leader of the Mingwang War Clan and the seven members of the Qisha War Clan also quickly noticed Wu Tian walking towards him.

The leader of Mingwang Zhan Clan's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Yes, he is the one who stole the spiritual vein."

"Mask man, you dare to disturb Tai Sui. It seems that you are impatient with life!"

"To offend our Seven Killers clan is just digging your own grave!"

"Today I want to see what face is hidden under your mask!"

"The rats who hide their heads and shrink their tails, see us coming, and they still don't kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"Although you are also the Eight Tribulations God, it would be really easy for us to crush you to death."

The seven members of the Seven Kills War Clan descended around Wutian and surrounded him in the center. Their voices were arrogant and their eyes were contemptuous, as if they were facing an ant.

Wutian glanced at the seven people who were showing off their power, and said calmly: "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to make me kneel down?"

"hehe……"

"Ha ha……"

"It's ridiculous that this beast doesn't even know about us."

"Ha ha……"

Some of the seven people pursed their lips and laughed, while others laughed wildly, with even more disdain in their eyes.

The leader of the Mingwang Zhan Clan also looked at Wutian with gloating, and sneered: "Zhazui, do you know who is standing in front of you? If you don't know, I will kindly explain to you, they are..."

Wutian said calmly: "I am not interested in the identity of the dead. And you, when I spared your life, you should cherish it."

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and pointed directly at the leader of the Wang Zhan clan.

"You dare to make mistakes in front of us, you are really ignorant!"

The seven members of the Seven Kills clan looked coldly, raised their arms at the same time, and blasted towards Wutian. The terrifying power shook the world!

"Since you are seeking death, let me send you on your way first."

Wutian's tone was still so cold, but his whole temperament changed suddenly, like an unsheathed divine sword, with a sharp edge!

"boom!!!"

He punched up and down, blasting out seven punches in an instant!

Without any suspense, the bodies of the four Seven Tribulations gods were shattered on the spot!

The arms of the three Eight Tribulations gods were also shattered one after another, and even their flesh bodies were cracked with blood marks. The divine blood spread and dyed the sky red!

Immediately afterwards, Wutian stepped forward, his fists bursting with divine power, completely killing the three Eight Tribulations gods!

"How can it be!"

Seeing this scene, both the leader of the Mingwang Zhan Clan and Ling Chenye, who was worried in the distance, felt turbulent in their hearts!

It is not difficult for the eight tribulation gods to kill four seven tribulation gods instantly.

But it is incredible for an Eight Tribulations God to kill three Eight Tribulations Gods of the same realm in one fell swoop!

However, in Wutian's view, this was just a common thing and not surprising.

After killing seven people, he waved his big hand again, and the gods and souls of the seven people were annihilated. He also pocketed the space bracelets of the seven people.

Only then did he look at the leader of the Mingwang Zhan Clan.

Seeing the masked man looking at him, the leader of the Mingwang Zhan clan was frightened to the point where his legs became weak. He knelt in front of Wutian, his body trembling, and begged: "Sir, senior, this villain is blind and offends your authority. …”

"Is there any need to beg for mercy?"

Wutian spoke calmly, unfolded his iron-blooded methods, and pointed his finger in the air. His divine power turned into a bloody finger force, which passed through the head of the leader of the Ming King War Clan. His soul was directly blasted to pieces, and a blood arrow shot out. And out.

He grabbed it with his big hand and took away the space bracelet from the leader of the Ming King Zhan Clan, and then fell silent again.

The divine blood and corpses falling downwards released wisps of pure blood, flowed upstream, and merged into his body.

"What a strong fighting force!"

Ling Chenye was stunned when he saw it. With such fierce fighting power, even if the Nine Tribulations God came in person, he might not be his opponent!

He cheered up and hurried to Wutian's side.

However, he suddenly discovered that this person was actually absorbing the blood of several people!

This kind of behavior will make people angry!

Who is he? Or a demon?

Ling Chenye was horrified, and a question mark couldn't help but arise in his mind.