One had to know that Spiritual Veins were not only the foundation of a race, but also the foundation of a world!
Imagine, if all the Spiritual Veins in the Holy World were destroyed, what would happen?
At that time, whether it was Ferocious Beasts or human cultivators, they would gradually grow old and die like mortals.
In the end, there would be no more cultivators in the Holy World, only mortals.
This was not an exaggeration, it was a fact!
Therefore, although there were no written rules, destroying Spiritual Veins was forbidden no matter which continent it was in!
You can snatch it, you can take it for yourself, but you are not allowed to destroy it. Otherwise, once the world finds out, you will become a public enemy!
And Wutian was collecting Spiritual Veins to destroy them, how could Ling Chenye not be worried? Not afraid?
But just as he was about to refuse, Wutian said one sentence, and he immediately became obedient!
The content of this sentence was: If you don't lead the way, I will read your memory by force!
The consequences of reading memory by force was known to all cultivators. Ling Chenye's strength was not as good as Wutian's, so how could he resist?
He only hated himself now. Why did he take the initiative to provoke this devil incarnate?
It was easy to get on a pirate ship, but it was difficult to get off!
Left with no choice, he could only bring Wutian to the various first-rate races.
In 50 years, they visited a total of six first-class races and captured 20 Divine Grade Spiritual Veins.
Similarly, these six first-class races disappeared in the long river of history.
Of course, Wutian was the one who made the moves. The resources and treasures of the six first-class clans also went into his pocket, while Ling Chenye, who led the way, did not get anything. This made him quite unhappy and he complained a lot.
However, the destruction of the Seven Kills Battle Clan, Blood Refining Battle Clan, and the other six battle clans attracted the attention of some people.
In a certain hall, hundreds of people gathered.
"Who do you think is so angry at Wutian for destroying eight first-class battle clans?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe these eight battle clans offended someone."
"No, no, how can eight battle clans offend one person at the same time? This possibility is not reliable. "
"Then, other than this possibility, what else can explain it?"
"I heard that none of the eight battle clans were spared. Such cruel means, unless there is a blood feud, it is very difficult to do this."
"That's strange. Could it be that these eight battle clans offended the same person?"
In the main hall, the voices of people were seething, and it was extremely noisy.
Suddenly, a black-robed man came to the door of the hall, and beside him was a youth in purple.
Someone immediately, someone said, "The Saint Soul Battle Clan's leader."
Suddenly, the hall fell silent. Everyone looked at the black-robed man outside the hall and cupped their hands. "Greetings, Holy Spirit Clan Leader."
"Clan leaders, we are old Wutian's old Clan leader," the black-robed man said Saint Wills the Battle Clan leader
The black-clothed man laughed heartily and strode into the hall. As he walked through the crowd, he greeted the people on both sides of the hall in a friendly manner.
Behind him, the youth in purple....
The black-clothed man walked all the way to the main seat before stopping. He turned around but didn't sit down. Instead, he looked at the purple-clothed young man beside him and smiled. "Young master Mo, please sit."
Wo's smile showed that he was trying to please Wo's.
Seeing this, the hundreds of people below looked at the youth in purple in confusion, guessing his identity.
The youth in purple smiled and said, "Saint Soul Clan leader, I am just a junior and a guest. I can't steal the limelight. I think I will sit here."
The purple-clothed young man walked to a seat below and sat down. There was an invisible extraordinary aura around him.
The Saint Soul Clan leader was silent for a while. He nodded and smiled at the youth in purple. Then, he sat down on the main seat and looked at the hundreds of people below. He smiled and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Mo Yuyang. He is an envoy from the Sacred Temple."
"An envoy from the Sacred Temple?"
Everyone was stunned. They immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Mo Yuyang."
Mo Yuyang had a friendly smile on his face and said, "Don't be so courteous. Please sit."
Everyone cupped their hands at Mo Yuyang and sat down on their seats.
The Tribe Leader of the Sacred Soul Battle Tribe swept his gaze across the crowd with a smile. Finally, his gaze landed on Mo Yuyang.
It was also at this moment that his smile disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. He said in a deep voice, "Young Master Mo, please tell us everything you know."
"Of course."
Mo Yuyang nodded and waved his hand. Divine power gushed out and formed a shadow.
Everyone looked over and saw that the illusory figure was wearing a blood-red mask. He had long snow-white hair and was wearing a white robe. He was about seven feet tall and had a rather thin figure. He gave off a very mysterious feeling.
That's right, it was Wutian's shadow!
Mo Yuyang looked at everyone and pointed at the shadow. "I think everyone is guessing who destroyed the eight first-class races. I will tell you now. It is him. "
"Him?"
Everyone frowned with doubt in their eyes.
Mo Yuyang waved his hand and the shadow in the void dissipated. He then said, "Are you all wondering why the Sacred Temple was alerted by the destruction of eight first-class races?"
Everyone nodded.
Mo Yuyang said, "At first, the Sacred Temple did not pay much attention. However, ten years ago, we accidentally discovered that this person did not destroy the eight first-class races for revenge or to steal their treasures."
Someone asked impatiently, "Then why?"
Mo Yuyang returned to his seat and said coldly, "He wanted to steal the Spirit Vein."
"Steal the Spirit Vein?"
Everyone was stunned.
Someone said, "Mo Yuyang, please forgive me for being blunt. Stealing the Spirit Vein is not a big deal. Why did the Sacred Temple interfere?"
Mo Yuyang said, "If it was just stealing the Spirit Vein, the Sacred Temple would not interfere. However, this person wants to destroy the Spirit Vein!"
"What?"
"He wants to destroy the Spirit Vein?"
"Doesn't he know how important the Spirit Vein is to us cultivators?"
"Doesn't he know that he will become public enemy number one if he destroys the Spirit Vein?"
Everyone was shocked and disbelief filled their eyes.
"Of course he knows how important the Spirit Vein is. He also knows that he will become public enemy number one."
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly and continued, "According to our investigation, this person destroyed the Spirit Vein to absorb its energy and speed up his breakthrough."
Someone asked, "Do you have proof?"
Mo Yuyang said, "It's said that two hundred and fifty years ago, this person had already snatched two spirit veins from the Bright King Battle Tribe. We also went to the Bright King Battle Tribe to investigate. The Bright King Battle Tribe's elders told us that not long after this person snatched the spirit veins, he destroyed the two spirit veins and absorbed all of their energy. Then, he began to undergo his tribulation.
"This person deserves to die!"
"What a bastard!"
"Mo Yuyang, this person must be eliminated as soon as possible. Otherwise, more Spirit Veins will be destroyed."
Everyone was aggressive, filled with righteous indignation, as if they could not wait to skin Wutian alive.
The Sacred Soul Patriarch asked, "Mo Yuyang, how strong is this person? What is his identity? "
Mo Yuyang shook his head and said, "As you can see, this person has always been wearing a mask. No one has seen his true face, so his identity is unknown. As for his strength, we haven't found it out yet. However, based on his behavior, the Sacred Hall deduced that he should be a Tenth Tribulation Divine Spirit."
The Sacred Soul Patriarch frowned and said, "What if he is a Supreme-Being?"
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly and said, "Impossible. If he is a Supreme-Being, he will not attack the Bright King Battle Tribe. After all, the Bright King Battle Tribe is only a second-grade tribe. Moreover, it is said that his Divine Spirit Tribulation was only nine, while a Supreme-Being's is eighteen. Therefore, he is at most a Tenth Tribulation Divine Spirit."
The Sacred Soul Patriarch said, "If that is the case, as long as we work together, it will not be difficult to eliminate him."
Mo Yuyang said, "Do not underestimate him. If he can consecutively destroy the Seven Kills Battle Tribe and eight other first-grade tribes, he can also destroy you. Moreover, I heard that his Divine Spirit Tribulation is blood-red. I am sure you all know that this kind of person is a desperado who will do anything to achieve his goal. If you are careless, the Seven Kills Battle Tribe will follow in your footsteps."
"Blood-red Divine Spirit Tribulation!"
"No wonder he would do such a crazy thing!"
"I think this person has already turned into a demon. It is imperative to kill him!"
Everyone's eyes were filled with intense murderous intent!
Mo Yuyang said, "This is why the Sacred Hall has to step in personally. You only need to be responsible for finding out about him. Leave the rest to the Sacred Hall."
"Yes!"
Everyone responded respectfully.
Mo Yuyang waved his hand and said, "Go. I want to know his whereabouts within ten years."
"Goodbye, Mo Yuyang!"
"Goodbye, Sacred Soul Patriarch!"
Hundreds of people stood up and quickly left.
Soon, only Mo Yuyang and the Sacred Soul Patriarch were left in the hall.
The Sacred Soul Patriarch stood up and came in front of Mo Yuyang. He smiled and said, "You have brought people here this time. I guess killing this person is just a pretense. Your real goal is to get him to submit to the Sacred Hall!"
"You old fox, I really can't hide anything from you."
Mo Yuyang looked at the Sacred Soul Patriarch with disdain and nodded. "You are right. Although this person has committed a heinous crime, he is a talent that the Sacred Hall needs. However, I am the leader this time, so I have the final say. Whether we keep him alive or not depends on his performance."
Mo Yuyang could not help but sneer at the end.
"Of course. If he doesn't know what's good for him, what's the harm in killing him?"
The Sacred Soul Patriarch immediately flattered Mo Yuyang, and Mo Yuyang enjoyed it.
The Sacred Soul Patriarch smiled and said, "Mo Yuyang, do you have any news about the matter I asked you to do last time?"
"Don't worry, I have already told the upper echelons of the Sacred Hall about this matter. They have also expressed that your son is talented and has stepped into the Ninth Tribulation Divine Spirit Realm at such a young age. If he can step into the Tenth Tribulation Divine Spirit Realm in the next thousand years, your son will be included in the Sacred Hall as a key training target."
Mo Yuyang frowned and said, "But I am curious. Isn't your Sacred Soul Battle Clan a branch of the Tiandu Battle Clan? Why don't you go directly to the Tiandu Battle Clan for help? Why come to me instead? After all, the Tiandu Battle Clan is a king race. It is much easier for them to let someone into the Sacred Hall. "
"Sigh, to tell you the truth, Mo Yuyang, it is not that I have not approached the Tiandu Battle Clan, but they have made a request. They want my son to sever his relationship with the Sacred Soul Battle Clan. It was not easy for me to cultivate such a capable son. How can I give him to them for free?"
The Sacred Soul Patriarch sighed deeply, full of helplessness and indignation.
Mo Yuyang sneered and said, "I see. I have to say, this Tiandu Battle Clan really knows how to sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor."
The Sacred Soul Patriarch snorted and said, "They are not just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor. They are simply unreasonable and overbearing. I don't believe that without them, my son can't enter the Sacred Hall!"
With that, a trace of flattery quickly crept onto his face as he smiled and said, "Young Master Mo, you left too quickly last time and I didn't have time to thank you. Today, you must stay and let me do my duty as a host to repay your kindness. Please!"
"Patriarch, you have invited me with such great hospitality. If I still refuse, wouldn't it seem that I am arrogant and condescending? Besides, I am looking forward to seeing how you will repay me. Let's go! "
Mo Yuyang smiled faintly and walked out of the hall.
The Sacred Soul Patriarch followed closely behind.
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