A snow-white flower appeared in Nangong Hao's white eye, while a blood-red light spun continuously in his other red eye.
It was the Blood Offering Illustration!
However, as compared to before, both the snow-white flower and the Blood Offering Illustration had become much clearer, so much so that they seemed to be real.
"Ah!!!" Nangong Hao let out a roar and raised the Wuwei Sword high up in the air. Rays of blood-like radiance flowed on the sword.
Then, a shocking scene occurred.
Nangong Hao's Wuwei Sword did not meet Mo Shanshi's hammer head-on like everyone expected. Instead, it pierced into his own chest at an extremely fast speed.
"Pfft!" Nangong Hao spat out a mouthful of blood.
Such a scene undoubtedly shocked the disciples below, and even Mo Shanshi, who was rushing over, was obviously stunned.
"What is Nangong Hao doing?!"
"Is he committing suicide?"
"No, he pierced above his heart. It's not suicide, but what is he trying to do by doing this?!"
None of the disciples understood what Nangong Hao was doing.
They were not the only ones. Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng could not react in time either. After all, such an action was still somewhat shocking.
However, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's expressions changed very quickly.
That was because the blood that Nangong Hao spat out did not dissipate like how it usually did. Instead, it flowed and condensed in front of him, eventually turning into a blood-red flower.
It was a flower with eight petals, and every petal was completely formed by blood. Moreover, there was an extremely complicated symbol on each petal.
"What is this?!" Mo Shanshi looked at the blood-red flower in front of Nangong Hao and felt like he could not move at all.
On the other hand, Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened. Just like Mo Shanshi, Mu Qingfeng was also extremely shocked. His brows were tightly furrowed as if he was trying to recall the memory of this scene in his mind.
However, at this moment, Nangong Hao slowly lifted his head, and an almost cruel smile appeared on his face.
"You people don't even know who you are going against!" Nangong Hao looked down coldly. There was actually a hint of divine arrogance in his expression.
"Against whom?"
"Nangong Hao, what is he talking about?"
"I don't understand at all!"
When the disciples heard Nangong Hao's words, they looked at each other and shook their heads. They had no idea what Nangong Hao was talking about.
Nangong Hao clearly had no intention of explaining. He merely raised his head slightly and looked at the seven-colored rainbow descending from above.
"Don't you all call yourselves the descendants of Yan and Huang? Then, do you know why the Yellow Emperor's clan ruled the world in the end? "
"Heh … You don't know. What you know is only what's recorded in ancient books!"
Nangong Hao didn't give the crowd a chance to speak. It seemed like he was talking to himself, but it also seemed like he was reminiscing about a dusty story.
"I only want to tell you that the Tree of God belongs to the Nangong Nobles and it was planted by our ancestors. Therefore, only the disciples of the Nangong Nobles can have the fruit of the Tree of God. You people can't take it away, nor can you possess the power of the Tree of God!" Nangong Hao's tone was filled with arrogance.
"The Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles?"
"How is that possible!"
"That's ridiculous. How can we believe it?"
When the disciples heard this, they finally couldn't help but refute because they couldn't believe such a thing.
After hearing Nangong Hao's words, Mu Qingfeng, who had been thinking hard and frowning, had a drastic change in his expression. There was even a glint of disbelief in his eyes.
"The Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles? Based on Nangong Hao's personality … It's impossible for him to lie at a time like this. But if that's really the case, it's hard to say. The Nangong Nobles are … "
"Old man Mu, what are you thinking about?" Mo Shanshi's voice reached Mu Qingfeng's ears at this moment. He could hear that Mo Shanshi's tone was also filled with extreme shock.
"If I'm not wrong, I'm thinking about the same thing as you!" Mu Qingfeng naturally understood what Mo Shanshi meant. However, it was still a little too exaggerated for him to say it out loud. It could even be said that it could shake the world.
"The descendant of Emperor Yan?" Mo Shanshi squinted his eyes at this moment.
"Hmm …" Mu Qingfeng didn't say much. However, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand and his expression became extremely solemn.
In response to all of this …
Nangong Hao acted as if he didn't hear anything at all. He continued to look at the seven-colored rainbow that was descending from the sky. He allowed the blood in his chest to flow out from the Wuwei Sword and into the eight-petaled blood-red flower in front of him.
"What we, the NanGong Family, want is' fairness'. Don't tell me that such a request is too much? How dare you people stop me?! "
"How dare you stop me?!"
"How dare you stop me …"
Nangong Hao's voice reverberated in the sky like a crazy ghost, constantly shaking the hearts of the disciples below.
As the voice reverberated in the air, the disciples of the various sects looked confused as if they were being suppressed by the aura.
"Aren't you just stalling for time? Why do you have to make it sound so dignified? "At this moment, an untimely voice was heard again.
It wasn't too big, but it made the disciples below, including Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng, shudder violently.
"Stalling for time?!"
Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's gaze instantly focused on the blood-red flower that was continuously forming in front of Nangong Hao's chest. Then, they suddenly came to a realization.
When Nangong Hao suddenly 'harmed himself', they were subconsciously shocked by his actions. Then, Nangong Hao made use of the short period of shock to 'narrate'.
There was no doubt that this kind of self-narration had an extremely strong attraction.
That was because until now, Mu Qingfeng, Mo Shanshi and the rest still didn't know what the Nangong Nobles' plan was. Therefore, Nangong Hao's words naturally gave them a chance to answer their questions.
That was why they gave Nangong Hao some time. Even though it was unintentional, the blood-red flower in front of Nangong Hao was becoming more and more solid.
"Regardless of whether he is the descendant of Emperor Yan or not, stop him!" Mu Qingfeng opened his mouth. At the same time, the long sword in his hand slashed at the Demon King in front of him.
Then, Mu Qingfeng dashed towards Nangong Hao.
However, Mo Shanshi was obviously faster. After receiving Fang Zhengzhi's reminder, Mo Shanshi had already moved. The gigantic black hammer in his hand turned into raindrops again.
"Haha … Too late, too late!" Nangong Hao smiled coldly as he looked at the raindrops that were falling towards him.
Then, his body disappeared on the spot as if he had teleported. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the Tree of God.
The blood-red flower floated on Nangong Hao's palm.
It was on his chest …
Although the Wuwei Sword had been pulled out, there were still drops of blood dripping from the tip of the sword. Then, the blood flowed into the blood-red flower floating on his palm.
"Today, I will use my blood to create the flower of the Tree of God and irrigate the fruit of the Tree of God. With the rainbow as the bridge, I will return the wish of Mother Earth and open the Gate of Heaven!"
"Boom!"
As Nangong Hao finished his sentence, a golden bolt of lightning that seemed to have come from the ancient heavens flashed across the sky and struck the top of the Tree of God.
Crack!
A loud sound was heard.
At this moment, the entire Tree of God looked like it was about to be split apart by the lightning. Cracks started spreading from the top of the Tree of God to the bottom.
"What's going on?"
"What flower of the Tree of God, what fruit of the Tree of God, and rainbow … Most importantly, what does he mean by returning the wish of Mother Earth?"
"Look, the Tree of God is splitting apart!"
While the disciples of the various sects were shocked, they suddenly saw a strange scene. The Tree of God had completely split apart, and rays of golden light were flowing out from the cracks on the branches and trunk.
"No, it's not splitting apart. It's bathing in lightning … This is the real Tree of God!" When Mu Qingfeng saw this scene, he was also a little shocked. However, he quickly regained his composure.
At this moment, although he was still unsure of the Nangong Nobles' plan, he finally understood the true identity of the Tree of God in front of him.
To put it bluntly, the Tree of God was a 'body'.
It was a body of ice and snow that Nangong Hao had created with his powerful Origin Energy. However, this body did not have the soul of the Tree of God.
However, when Nangong Hao used his blood as a guide and the golden lightning struck, the Tree of God that originally only had a body finally had the soul of the Tree of God.
Boom! The ground split apart at this moment.
Rays of golden light rushed out from the ground and turned into ancient green vines. An ancient aura was being emitted from the green vines.
"Did we finally succeed? Hahaha … Has the long-cherished wish of the Nangong Nobles finally come true today? No one will be able to stop us anymore. Never again! " Nangong Tian looked at the green vines that emerged from the ground, and his expression became extremely crazy and excited.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the various sects who were standing below widened their eyes and retreated continuously. That was because the aura was too powerful. It was so powerful that they couldn't even get close to it, and could only stay far away. They even had the urge to kneel down and worship it.
Kacha, Kacha!
The golden light tore apart the branches and leaves of the Tree of God. Then, it enveloped the branches and leaves of the Tree of God, causing them to become somewhat pitch-black.
However, there seemed to be a certain aura moving in the pitch black. It felt like a beating heart, and its rhythm was very even.
"Is the trunk … growing out of the snow?!"
"This is too magical!"
"Tree of God, is this the real Tree of God?"
The disciples below had never seen such a phenomenon before, so they were naturally extremely shocked.
However, this process didn't last for too long. As the golden light continued to shine, more and more green vines rushed out from the ground, and the trunk of the Tree of God slowly turned into a real trunk. It was pitch black and ancient, and there were even rays of light flowing on it.
"Old man Mo!" At this moment, Mu Qingfeng's voice was heard.
"Understood!" Mo Shanshi naturally knew what Mu Qingfeng meant. Although the Tree of God seemed to have truly appeared on the surface, and it even had a tree spirit.
However, what did this mean?
Mo Shanshi didn't know, and he wasn't sure.
However, he knew that he wouldn't give up. Even at the last moment, he wouldn't give up on his determination to stop Nangong Hao.
This was also the most important state of mind for a powerful cultivator. Never give up!
Therefore, Mo Shanshi charged towards Nangong Hao immediately. The black giant hammer in his hand smashed towards Nangong Hao's head like a towering mountain.
"Rumble!" That was the sound produced by the friction between the black giant hammer and the air. It sounded like the rumbling of thunder.
Most importantly, Mo Shanshi's body doubled in size at this moment, and his originally skinny body became so skinny that his veins popped up.
His immense power was clearly displayed.
Even Fang Zhengzhi was slightly taken aback by this scene. After all, he really could not comprehend the feeling of an old man suddenly becoming strong and healthy.
Of course, he had once asked the Heavenly Oasis Saint for an explanation, and the Heavenly Oasis Saint's answer was very simple. The true appearance of a Sage was actually the appearance he had when he became a Sage.
As for the skinny body …
Some of them were secret techniques that were used to extend the lifespan of a Sage. Some of them were purposely done by the Sages. After all, it was hard for people to get used to a person whose appearance didn't change for decades.
"I wonder if Mo Shanshi belongs to the former or the latter?" While Fang Zhengzhi was guessing, the black giant hammer in Mo Shanshi's hand had already reached the top of Nangong Hao's head.
The rumbling of thunder shook everyone's eardrums.
Without even trying, everyone knew that this was definitely Mo Shanshi's attack with all his strength. He didn't hold back at all.
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