Chapter 1672 Crazy Plan

"Am I cruel by nature?"

"A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of lives. Who among the powerful men who are famous in the world does not have blood on his hands?"

"How many lives have died in the hands of the nine great war clans? I'm afraid they are countless, but why can they become the 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 still respected. The strong can squeeze the weak at will, and the weak must bow their heads and flatter the strong. This is the law of survival from ancient times to the present, and no one can change it."

Wutian's eyes were full of strong sarcasm, as if he was explaining a very simple truth, and his tone was plain.

But these words fell into the ears of the middle-aged man, and set off a thousand layers of huge waves in his heart.

Because from this sentence, he sensed hatred, and it was hatred towards the nine peak war clans!

"The second style of blood burial, burying desire!"

Wutian spoke again.

The two drops of blood and tears above his head merged together at the same time as the words fell, creating a hidden wave that rolled in all directions!

When the wave enveloped him, the middle-aged man immediately stopped in the void, his face covered with ecstasy, and then he laughed wildly, as if he had suddenly gone crazy!

The three elders of the Seven Killings War Clan, as well as all the creatures in this world, also burst out their deep desires at this moment, their eyes were filled with the light of various desires, and they laughed wildly like crazy!

"Burial desires are not to erase your desires, but to induce your deep desires, and satisfy your desires in spirit, soul, and mind, so that your body and mind are immersed in ecstasy, until finally, they are buried in the endless sea of ​​desires."

Wu Tian walked towards the middle-aged man while explaining the true meaning of burial desires, his clothes fluttering, his white hair flying, the whole person looked like an immortal king who was not stained by dust, exuding an air of transcendence.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have transformed into a ruthless god of death, with divine power covering his fists, and he punched out nine times like lightning!

After nine punches, the middle-aged man's head exploded like a watermelon!

The soul was annihilated, and the blood stained the sky!

A ten-tribulation god was easily killed like this. Ling Chenye, who was far away, was shocked and unbelievable!

An eight-tribulation god killed a ten-tribulation god so easily. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, no one in the world would believe it!

This is simply a fairy tale!

However, it happened in front of him at this moment.

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

In just a few breaths when Ling Chenye was in a daze, Wu Tian launched an iron-blooded method to kill the three elders one by one and took away their space bracelets.

"Shua!"

Ling Chenye flashed a few times and came to Wu Tian's side. With shining eyes, he asked: "Brother Fu Chou, even the Ten Tribulations Gods will fall. What kind of magical powers are Zang Lei and Zang Yu? They are so powerful?"

Wutian did not answer him, let alone look at him. He looked down at the members of the Seven Killings War Clan and whispered: "All of this has lost its meaning of existence."

"What?"

Ling Chenye's face changed and he said in surprise: "Brother Fu Chou, are you going to kill them all?"

"Why? Do you have any objections?"

Wutian turned his head to look at him.

Ling Chenye's eyes trembled, and beads of sweat immediately oozed out of his forehead. He smiled and said: "No, no, how dare I have any objections, as long as Brother Fu Chou is happy, you can do whatever you want."

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

Wutian's eyes burst into a bright light, that is dying rather than surrendering, that is unyielding!

In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of flowers, trees, beasts and humans all disintegrated and turned into a vast ocean of energy, which was absorbed into his body in one breath.

His momentum suddenly rose a lot, and he was one step closer to the Nine Tribulations God!

Ling Chenye stared at the bare land in a daze. Such means could be called inhumane, but he couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

He had seen many people and many strong men, but in terms of domineering and courage, no one could compare with this man!

Rather than saying that he was a terrifying devil, it would be better to say that he was an awe-inspiring overlord!

Just as Ling Chenye's mood was like a tide, Wu Tian smashed the giant peak with one finger, and four god-level spirit veins were awakened and roared out from the smoke and dust.

"Imprison!"

Wu Tian shouted in a low voice, and the divine power rolled in all directions, and the four spirit veins were immediately imprisoned in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the four spirit veins began to collapse, and the majestic energy filled the world, but in the end it was all poured into Wu Tian's body.

But after absorbing the energy of four spiritual veins, he did not break through to the Nine Tribulations God as he wished.

According to his estimation, he might need at least two more spiritual veins.

Wu Tian looked at Ling Chenye and asked, "What other races are there nearby?"

"There is also a first-class race called the Blood Refining War Clan, which is only three years away from here." Ling Chenye responded instinctively, and then asked, "Brother Fu Chou, you are not trying to break through to the Nine Tribulations God, right?"

Wu Tian nodded.

"Suck it!"

Ling Chenye couldn't help but inhale cold air, feeling like he was dreaming, his head was dizzy.

If I remember correctly, this person just passed the Divine Tribulations a hundred years ago and broke through to the Eight Tribulations God, but he said that he is now trying to break through to the Nine Tribulations God. Is this true?

Ling Chenye calmed his mind and asked carefully, "Brother Fu Chou, is your realm already stable?"

Wu Tian nodded again.

"Huh!"

"suck!"

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

It wasn't fake, he was actually having trouble breathing.

You must know that even for a genius among geniuses and a monster among monsters, it will take thousands of years to stabilize the realm of the Eight Tribulations God.

Those with decent talents, or ordinary creatures, need tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, or millions of years!

But this guy in front of me only needs a mere hundred years!

What kind of monster is he reincarnated into?

How could there be such a perverted guy in the world?

If this news spreads, I don’t know how many geniuses will be pissed to death, and I don’t know how many old monsters will hit the wall directly.

"Brother Fu Qiu, did you really not lie to me?"

Ling Chenye asked again, still a little unbelievable.

Wutian said lightly: "Do I need to lie to you? It's you, you said that you have enmity with the Seven Kills War Clan, but why did you not show any joy at having your great revenge avenged when the Seven Kills War Clan was destroyed? Or maybe you feel that ?”

"ah!"

Ling Chenye was startled, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, and said melancholy: "I really want to be happy, but what if the great revenge is avenged? Can my parents be resurrected? No, everything Everything has become a foregone conclusion, I am still alone, nothing has changed.”

"well!"

Ling Chenye sighed deeply, looked at Wutian and said, "Brother Fu Qiu, if you hadn't experienced something like me, you would 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 relatives, and no friends.

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

"call!"

Secretly exhaling a long breath, Wutian calmed down his turbulent emotions and said indifferently: "Take me to the Blood Refining War Clan."

"Okay, okay."

Ling Chenye responded quickly, took Wutian and flew towards the south, saying: "Brother Fu Qiu, can you tell me the secrets of Burial of Tears and Burial of Desire? I feel that these two magical powers are beyond the scope of supernatural powers. "

Wutian shook his head and said: "There are some things that you don't know even if I tell you. I can only tell you that Burial Tears and Burial Desires are indeed beyond the scope of magical powers, but they are not levels, but levels."

Ling Chenye asked: "What level?"

Wutian didn't answer.

Other magical powers, whether spiritual or martial, cause direct damage to the physical body, the godhead, and the soul, but the fourth style of blood burial directly attacks a person's spirit and soul.

To put it simply, spiritual power and martial power are tangible attacks, while the four blood burial styles are invisible attacks. This is the difference in level.

These principles may be said to be simple or difficult.

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

Seeing that Wutian had no intention of explaining, Ling Chenye was too sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

On the way to the Blood Refining War Clan, I encountered many powerful beings, but they were all dealt with quickly by Wu Tian.

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

The feeling Wutian gave him was that it was not only against the heavens, but also mysterious.

Three years later, the two came to the Blood Refining War Clan.

Wutian didn't say a word, and launched fierce methods to eradicate the blood-refining warrior clan and capture three god-level spiritual veins!

The overall strength of the Blood Refining War Clan is slightly inferior to that of the Seven Kills War Clan. There are only three spiritual veins in the clan.

The result was not beyond his expectation. After absorbing the second god-level spiritual vein, he ushered in the Nine Divine Tribulations.

There was no suspense at all, and Ling Chenye easily passed through the divine tribulation, and Ling Chenye was already used to it.

But what should we do with the remaining spiritual vein?

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

In this way, it is equivalent to having a spiritual vein that continuously supplies energy to him.

Similarly, because of Ling Chenye's reminder, he came up with a plan!

Collect spiritual veins!

While stabilizing the realm, collect the spiritual veins, and use the same method to suppress the spiritual veins in the sea of ​​qi. When the realm is stable, then attack the ten tribulation gods in one fell swoop!

Ling Chenye was shocked when he learned about this plan!

How could this man be so crazy? So lawless?

Isn't he afraid of attracting the attention of the nine heaven-defying war clans?

Isn't he afraid of becoming a public enemy of the Eastern Continent?

There is no one who is not afraid, but he is afraid!

If he leads Wutian to plunder the spiritual veins of various war clans, then he will be an accomplice. When the time comes to investigate, he will not be able to prove his innocence even if he has ten mouths.