The fourth thousand and twenty-sixth chapters of the emperor
The powerful sound was like thousands of thunders, making everyone's hearts sink.
And after those words fell, a figure in green clothes came gracefully, elegant and free, with a vague sense of being otherworldly.
Everyone turned their eyes and looked at the visitor with shocked expressions.
The person who came here looked young, with a middle-aged appearance, but it made people feel like they were standing high on a mountain.
In particular, there was a faint aura of thunder flowing outside his body, making people afraid to look directly at him.
At this time, even Mo Ye's face couldn't help but change, his body swayed slightly, and he seemed a little panicked.
"Young man, didn't you want the blood of the ancient saint just now?
Why don't you speak?"
The man in green clothes smiled, his indifferent attitude was awe-inspiring.
"In your eyes, is the Heaven-Slaying Devil worthy of the bloodline of the ancient saint?"
Mo Ye calmed down and asked calmly.
"It's really not easy for you to remain so calm in front of me."
The man in green's eyes moved slightly, as if he was a little surprised by Mo Ye's reaction, and smiled lightly.
However, he did not show any nervousness at all. It seemed that in his eyes, Lieyan Jiufeng was just a dispensable existence.
Then, the man in green did not directly deal with Lieyan Jiufeng's matter. Instead, he turned his gaze to Leng Xiaoyao and said with a faint smile: "Brother Leng, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Wan Minghai."
Leng Xiaoyao looked downcast and nodded slightly.
The man in Tsing Yi was none other than Wan Minghai, the leader of the Zhutian Holy Sect! Leng Xiaoyao was friends with Wan Minghai more than two hundred years ago, and the two even fought side by side many times.
But now, the two are in a position of both opposition and cooperation.
At the beginning, Leng Xiaoyao remembered that Wan Minghai's strength was about the same as him. Even if he was stronger than him, he was not much stronger.
But now, even if he successfully breaks through to the sixth realm, standing in front of Wan Minghai, he feels like he is completely suppressed.
He felt that Wan Minghai was most likely already an earth-level great immortal, or even a heaven-level great immortal.
Heavenly Immortal Lord! In the entire history of Xianqi Continent, I don’t know if it has ever appeared before.
"After so many years of separation, Brother Leng can actually rely on his own ability to break through the sixth realm. It is beyond Wan's expectation."
Wan Minghai looked at Leng Xiaoyao and saw at a glance that the latter's cultivation level did not look like he was cheating at all, so he said sincerely.
"Compared to you, the Heaven-Destroying Saint, I pale in comparison."
Leng Xiaoyao's eyes darkened slightly and he responded calmly.
Being able to admit your own weakness is also a kind of courage.
"Brother Leng is joking. Wan just used some special methods. If he really relied on himself, it is still unknown whether he can break through the sixth realm."
Wan Minghai smiled and said calmly.
Leng Xiaoyao frowned, his eyes a little strange.
He had heard before that there were more than a dozen great immortals in the Zhutian Holy Sect.
But he didn't see it with his own eyes, so he didn't believe it.
He just speculated that if this was indeed the case, then there must be a special method in the Heaven-Slaying Sect that could help people break through the sixth realm.
Now that I have met Wan Minghai, and the latter has admitted it himself, it seems to be true.
It's unbelievable that there is a shortcut to breaking through the sixth realm in this world.
Wan Minghai smiled and stopped looking at Leng Xiaoyao. Instead, his eyes turned and fell on Nie Tian.
He looked at Nie Tian for a long time, but still said nothing.
"Since you are the Heaven-killing Saint, I won't talk nonsense."
Nie Tian frowned, thought for a moment, and said directly: "Your teaching has arrested my friends, please let them go."
"Can."
Wan Minghai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled lightly.
This time, Nie Tian's eyes trembled.
He never expected that Wan Minghai would agree so simply.
It is as simple as eating and drinking, and there is no need to think about it at all.
"Does your Excellency keep your word?"
Nie Tian paused for a moment, looking a little confused.
"I keep my word and will never break my word."
Wan Minghai smiled again and said: "You can take your friend away, and you don't have to hand over the coffin of Hades now.
You just need to remember that when you are able to take out the coffin of Hades, return the coffin of Hades to the Heaven-Slaying Holy Cult."
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking that he heard wrongly.
Is the majestic Holy Lord Zhutian really so easy to talk to?
Everyone else was also stunned and couldn't react for a long time.
Even Lieyan Jiufeng was stunned, looking at Holy Lord Zhutian as if looking at a stranger.
Is this still the overbearing and unruly Holy Lord Zhutian?
Why did he seem to be a completely different person in front of Nie Tian, and he even deliberately lowered his posture.
"Thank you, Lord Holy Lord."
Nie Tian reacted and nodded in thanks.
"You're welcome, we will meet again in the future, maybe there will be a chance to fight side by side."
Wan Minghai smiled and nodded.
Then, he turned his gaze to Mo Ye again and said with a smile: "Do you want the blood of the Ancient Saint?"
"It's not about wanting, it's about changing."
Mo Ye's eyes were downcast and he said coldly: "Exchange the life of the Heaven-Slaying Demon Son for the blood of the Ancient Saint."
"Can."
Wan Minghai twitched the corner of his mouth, then nodded and said: "I can give you the blood of the ancient saint, please let the devil go."
Mo Ye's eyes darkened, obviously a little surprised, but he didn't dare to be careless and asked: "How can I trust you?"
"Besides trusting me, do you have any other choice here?"
Wan Minghai smiled, his expression so bland that it made people feel weird.
Mo Ye stared at Wan Minghai for a long time and finally let go.
As Wan Minghai said, he had no choice but to believe.
Even though he now controls Lieyan Jiufeng's life, what if Wan Minghai doesn't care at all?
Mo Ye even had a feeling that he could save Lieyan Jiufeng at any time as long as Wan Minghai was willing.
But until now, Mo Ye still can't see through Wan Minghai and doesn't know what the latter is thinking in his heart.
"Lord Holy Lord, can you give me the blood of the ancient Holy Lord?"
At this time, Nie Tian suddenly spoke, looking at Wan Minghai and said.
"This..." Wan Minghai obviously didn't expect Nie Tian to make such a request. He couldn't help but hesitate in his words. He glanced at Mo Ye in embarrassment and said, "I have already promised to give him the blood of the ancient saint. How can I go back on my word?"
"Nie Tian, the person you want to save has been rescued."
Mo Ye frowned and said coldly: "Don't go too far."
"I came here just for the blood of the ancient saint."
Nie Tian looked at Mo Ye and said solemnly: "As long as you are willing to give me the blood of the ancient saint, I can agree to any of your conditions."
"Any conditions?"
Mo Ye smiled and said, "What if I let you take Fengtian Ming Sect and surrender to Soul Sect?"
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed, and his face suddenly turned ugly. He thought for a long time and said, "I can't make arbitrary decisions about Ming Zong's affairs alone.
Please change your request."
"Change?"
Mo Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, with a strange expression on his face, and he said, "How about you give up Leng Huang Jixue to me."