Chapter 2222
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"Who's there?!"
The sudden change made Ning Yue's expression change slightly, and he immediately stopped devouring.
Although he wouldn't be able to continue devouring once he stopped, Ning Yue had no other choice!
He could clearly sense that the weakest among the figures that suddenly appeared from the void was a late-stage peerless immortal!
There were a total of eight martial artists.
Two late-stage peerless immortals and five peak peerless immortals.
The last one had a terrifying cultivation level of a half-step Saint Immortal!
There was no way the Hong Mo alone could stop them.
Therefore, Ning Yue had to stop devouring Di Wentian!
"Di Wentian?"
The eight martial artists all looked at Di Wentian who was beneath Ning Yue's feet after they appeared.
Among them, the Half-Step Saint Celestial Stage cultivators were slightly surprised.
"You actually defeated Di Wentian. Looks like you're not weak."
The half-step Saint Immortal quickly shifted his gaze from Di Wentian to Ning Yue.
"Let me introduce myself first. I'm Di Motian, Di Wentian's elder brother."
The half-step Saint Immortal shrugged and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I'm Di Wentian's elder brother, we're competitors. He attacked the Kunxu Alliance, and I attacked the Spiritual Dao Alliance.
"You killed Di Wentian for me. I have to thank you properly."
As they spoke …
Di Motian moved his feet and walked toward Ning Yue step by step.
Di Motian seemed to be walking very slowly, but that was not the case.
In just a second, he arrived in front of Ning Yue and stood still.
"Open your mind and let me control you."
Di Motian's expression was calm as he said, "I've never mistreated my servants."
"I'm sorry, but what you said is exactly what I wanted to say." Ning Yue kicked Di Wentian's corpse away and said calmly, "If you open your mind, I'll consider sparing your life."
"Sparing my life?"
Di Motian seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahaha!"
He first threw his head back and laughed maniacally before he changed the topic and said coldly, "Those who don't submit shall die!"
Swoosh!
The word 'die' was uttered.
Di Motian rose from the ground and clenched his right hand into a fist. His fist brought about a violent gale of Immortal Qi and ruthlessly smashed toward Ning Yue's head.
Di Motian's punch was extremely powerful.
If Ning Yue was unlucky enough to be hit, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.
"Damn it!"
At the critical moment, Ning Yue stomped on the ground and retreated quickly.
Kacha!
Ning Yue managed to avoid Di Motian's attack, but the void he was in was not spared.
The void was completely torn apart!
"Why is there such a huge difference in their cultivation?"
Ning Yue was shocked.
Di Wentian was only an early-stage peerless immortal.
However, Di Motian's cultivation had reached the shocking Half-step Saint Immortal Realm.
As an early-stage peerless immortal, Di Wentian's overall strength was already comparable to a peak peerless immortal.
One could imagine how terrifying Di Motian's strength was when he was a Half-step Saint Immortal.
He might even be able to slightly resist a true Saint Immortal expert!
"Hmm?"
Di Motian was a little surprised.
He hadn't expected a late-stage peerless immortal like Ning Yue to be able to dodge his attack.
One had to know that even a peak peerless immortal expert of the Spirit Dao Alliance couldn't withstand his attack.
The two late-stage peerless immortals and five peak peerless immortals he had brought with him were all experts of the Spirit Dao Alliance.
As for his trusted aides, they had been left in the Spirit Dao Alliance to prevent others from taking advantage of them.
"I'm getting more and more interested in you."
Di Motian's lips curled up. "Submit to me, and I can let you rule the Spirit Dao Alliance and become its leader."
Ning Yue's expression was dark.
He had a rough idea of Di Motian's true strength through his hasty exchange with Di Motian.
Di Motian was slightly stronger than him!
He had devoured Di Wentian's strength, and his cultivation had advanced to late-stage peerless immortal. His strength had improved greatly.
It wouldn't be easy for Di Motian to defeat him.
What he was worried about now were the experts behind Di Motian.
If those experts attacked together, he would definitely be defeated!
"I have to think of a way to draw them away."
Ning Yue's eyes darted around as he thought to himself.
All of a sudden.
Ning Yue flicked his wrist and took out the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid.
"Heavenly Tribulation Fluid?"
Di Motian noticed the moment Ning Yue took out the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid.
"Peerless immortal level Heavenly Tribulation Fluid?"
Di Motian frowned slightly.
In Di Motian's opinion, the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid in Ning Yue's hand must have been produced when Di Wentian underwent his peerless immortal tribulation.
"Submit to me, and you can have as much Heavenly Tribulation Fluid as you want …"
Di Motian tempted.
However, Di Motian's expression changed slightly before he could finish his sentence.
He realized that the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid in Ning Yue's hand was fundamentally different from peerless immortal level Heavenly Tribulation Fluid!
It seemed.
The energy contained in Ning Yue's Heavenly Tribulation Fluid was even more terrifying!
"Could it be Saint Immortal level Heavenly Tribulation Fluid?"
At the thought of this.
Di Motian's face was filled with excitement.
He was currently a half-step Saint Immortal and had recently been preparing to break through to the Saint Immortal Realm.
However, how difficult was it to break through to the Saint Immortal Realm?
Even though he had prepared a lot of resources for it, he still did not dare to try it recklessly.
If he had Saint Immortal level Heavenly Tribulation Fluid, the success rate of breaking through to the Saint Immortal Realm would increase by at least 10%!
The more he thought about it, the more excited Di Motian was.
"Hand over the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid and I can spare your life!"
Di Motian said to Ning Yue.
"Here."
Ning Yue did not hesitate and threw the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid to Di Motian.
Pa!
Di Motian was a little confused after receiving the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid from Ning Yue.
He did not expect Ning Yue to hand over the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid to him so easily.
There must be something fishy about it!
Di Motian began to check the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid carefully!
A while later.
Di Motian retracted his perception, but his expression was unusually grave.
Sometimes.
The biggest problem was that he did not find anything wrong with it!
"There's no problem with the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid. You can consume it without worry."
As he was thinking, Ning Yue's words suddenly rang in Di Motian's ears.
Crack, crack, crack!
The more Ning Yue said that there was no problem, the more Di Motian felt that there was something wrong.
He clenched his fists so tightly that they cracked.
Swoosh!
After thinking about it, Di Motian flicked his wrist and threw half of the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid to Ning Yue.
"Hurry up and consume it. Now!"
Di Motian said coldly, "Don't play tricks with me. If you don't obediently consume the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid, I don't mind killing your friend!"
On the other side.
The Red Fiend had long been caught by a peak peerless immortal martial artist and could not move at all.
"You!"
Ning Yue's expression turned ugly.
He pointed at Di Motian and said, "I'm giving you the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid out of goodwill, but you don't trust me?"
"What trust? Hurry up and consume it. Stop talking nonsense! "Di Motian waved his hand and said impatiently.
"Alright!"
Ning Yue revealed a determined expression.
He gritted his teeth and poured all the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid into his mouth.
Buzz!
Once the Heavenly Tribulation Fluid entered his stomach, Ning Yue hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.
While Ning Yue was cultivating, Di Motian's attention was always on him.
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