Chapter 1673 (1/2)

You know, spiritual pulse is not only the foundation of maintaining a race, but also the foundation of maintaining a world!

Imagine what would happen if all the spiritual veins of the holy world were destroyed?

At that time, both the fierce beast and the human cultivator will grow old and die like mortals.

Until the end of the day, there were no practitioners in the whole holy world, only mortals.

This is not alarmist, it is a fact!

Therefore, although there is no express provision, it is forbidden to destroy spiritual pulse in any continent!

You can take it for yourself, but you can't destroy it. Otherwise, it will become a public enemy once it is known to the world!

And Wutian collects spiritual pulse to destroy it. How can Lingchen night not worry? Not afraid?

But just when he was ready to say no, no day only said a word, he immediately honest!

If you don't lead the way, I will read your memory by force!

As long as a practitioner knows, lingchenye's strength is not as good as Wutian. How dare he resist?

Now that he only hates himself, why should he take the initiative to provoke this demon?

It's easy to get on, but it's hard to get off!

Helpless, he can only take Wutian to the first-class race.

In 50 years, they patronized six first-class races and captured 20 divine level spirit veins.

Similarly, these six first-class races disappeared in the long history.

Of course, all the things he took were Wu Tian, and the resources and treasures of the six first-class races all entered his pocket. However, Ling Chen night, who led the way, did not find a single hair, which made him quite unhappy and complained a lot.

However, the successive destruction of the seven killing war clan, the blood refining war clan, and the other six war clans attracted the attention of those who had the intention.

In a certain hall, hundreds of people gathered.

”You say, who is so lawless, destroying eight first-class war clans in a row?”

”It's hard to say. It may be that the eight warring clans have offended someone.”

”No, no, how can eight warring clans offend one person at the same time? This possibility is not reliable. ”

”What else can be explained apart from this possibility?”

”I've heard that none of the eight warring clans have been spared. It's hard to do this unless there is a deep blood feud.”

”That's strange. Can we say that the eight warring clans really offended the same person?”

In the main hall, there was a lot of noise.

Suddenly, a big man in black came to the gate of the hall, with a young man in purple next to him.

Someone immediately said, ”the patriarch of the Holy Spirit war clan is coming. Everyone is quiet.”

All of a sudden, the hall was silent, and they all looked at the big man in black outside the hall, arched their hands and said, ”I have seen the patriarch of the Holy Spirit.”

”Dear patriarchs, we have been friends for many years, so don't be so polite.”

The big man in black, with a smile, strode into the hall, walked between the crowd, and the people on both sides, friendly greetings.

The youth in purple behind him was silent.

The big man in black stopped until he reached the front seat. After turning around, he did not take his seat. He looked at the young man in purple and said with a smile, ”Mr. Mo, please sit down.”

From his smile, there was a hint of ingratitude.

Seeing this, hundreds of people below were looking at the young man in purple with doubts and surmised his identity.

The youth in purple said with a smile: ”the sage soul clan leader, I am just a younger generation, but also a guest, can't make a fuss over guests and masters. I see, I'll sit here.”

The youth in purple went to a seat below and sat on it. He had an extraordinary temperament.

The patriarch of the Holy Spirit was silent a little. He nodded and laughed at the young man in purple. Then he sat down on the main seat, glanced at the hundreds of people under his eyes and said with a smile, ”I'll introduce you to this young master Mo, whose name is mo Yuyang, who is the emissary sent by the temple.”

”A messenger from the temple?”

They were slightly stunned and immediately bowed down and said, ”I've seen Mr. mo.”

With a friendly smile on his face, Mo Yuyang said with a smile: ”you are welcome. Please sit down quickly.”

They arched their hands toward Mo Yuyang, and they fell on their positions in turn.

The patriarch of shenghunzhan clan swept the whole audience with a smile, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Yuyang.

At this time, he was replaced by seriousness with a smile: ”Mr. Mo, please tell us all the news you know.”

”Of course.”

Mo Yuyang nodded, got up and waved his big hand. His magic power was spurious and condensed into a virtual shadow.

When they saw him, he was wearing a bloody mask and long snow-white hair. He was about seven feet tall. He was very thin, giving a mysterious feeling.That's right. It's just a shadow without heaven!

Mo Yuyang glanced at the audience and said, ”I think everyone is guessing who destroyed the eight first-class races? I'll tell you now, this murderer is him

”He?”

The eyebrows of the crowd frowned, and there was some doubt in their eyes.

With a wave of Mo Yuyang's hand, the empty shadow in the void collapsed at the moment, and then said, ”are you thinking, just eight first-class races, why do you disturb the temple?”

The crowd nodded.

Mo Yuyang said: ”at the beginning, our temple didn't pay attention to it, but ten years ago, we didn't realize that this man destroyed these eight first-class races, not to avenge revenge, nor to rob treasure.”