Chapter 4627: Ten Thousand Tribulations Heavenly Venerate
Leng Huang Jixue! When this name came out of Mo Ye's mouth, Nie Tian's face couldn't help but change, and a furious flame suddenly rose in his eyes.
When Lieyan Jiufeng heard Leng Huang Jixue's name, his expression changed, and he stared at Mo Ye coldly with murderous eyes.
Although he was not very close to Leng Huang Jixue, the two of them had an unusual blood relationship. They could be considered brothers and sisters, or siblings.
Even from a certain aspect, Leng Huang Jixue also represents him.
Mo Ye's words made him not disgusted at all.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Mo Ye ignored Nie Tian's anger and sneered: "You and Leng Huang Jixue have already separated, and they are destined to never be together in the future. Why do you have to be so obsessed with it?"
"Mo Ye, you don't have to make a deal with me, but you can never threaten me."
Nie Tian's eyes darkened slightly and he said coldly: "Leng Huang Jixue is herself and never belongs to anyone."
"hehe."
Mo Ye smiled and said: "It seems that I traded her as an object, which made you feel hurt."
"Mo Ye, Leng Huang Jixue is the saint of our Heaven-Slaying Holy Sect. If you dare to speak rudely again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
At this time, Lieyan Jiufeng spoke, his eyes filled with coldness as he approached Moye step by step.
"oh."
Mo Ye was not afraid at all, instead he smiled playfully and said, "I almost forgot that Leng Huang Jixue, like you, was born from the heart of Demon Zhutian.
I originally thought you wouldn't care about her, but I didn't expect you to be so emotional."
"It's not your turn to tell me what I do to Leng Huang Jixue."
Lieyan Jiufeng suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
"very good."
Mo Ye smiled and looked at Nie Tiandao: "Since you are not willing to meet both of my conditions, there is no need to talk about it. I will decide on the bloodline of the Ancient Saint."
Nie Tian's face was gloomy and he didn't speak for a long time.
He understood Mo Ye's temperament better than anyone else, and it would be useless to say anything more at this time.
Others listened in confusion, only realizing that Leng Huang Jixue and Nie Tian had an unusual relationship, and they seemed to have a glance with Lieyan Jiufeng, both of whom were conceived from the heart of the Heaven-Slaying Demon.
"Mo Ye, the ancient sage's bloodline is not trivial. Since I have promised it to you, I will naturally fulfill my promise.
But I want to ask clearly, what do you want to do with the blood of the ancient saint?"
At this time, Wan Minghai suddenly spoke, looked at Mo Ye and asked.
"Save people."
Mo Ye's eyes narrowed and he said two words lightly.
"Can I know who you are trying to save?"
Wan Minghai obviously didn't expect Mo Ye to reply so simply, so he couldn't help but frown and continued to ask.
"No comment."
Mo Ye, however, remained straightforward and said coldly.
Lieyan Jiufeng's face suddenly darkened, but he still held back and said nothing.
Leng Xiaoyao and others were surprised and nervous. Mo Ye's indifferent attitude was so unexpected that they couldn't help but worry about whether Wan Minghai would be angered.
"Nie Tian, what about you?"
However, Wan Minghai didn't react much, but his face looked a little ugly. Then he turned to Nie Tian and asked: "Why do you want the blood of the ancient saint?"
"Save people."
Unexpectedly, Nie Tian's answer was exactly the same as Mo Ye's, word for word.
At this time, no matter how well-mannered Wan Minghai was, he couldn't help but feel a little confused on his face. He frowned and was about to say something, but Nie Tian continued to speak.
Nie Tian glanced at Wan Minghai and said, "I want to save my child."
Then, he briefly told what happened to Nie Fan, which shocked everyone.
They couldn't imagine that a child could have such a powerful force in his body, and they would even use the blood of the ancient saint to suppress it.
"So, you came to Xianqi Continent to obtain the bloodline of the ancient saint to suppress that child's body of all calamities, right?"
Wan Minghai, on the other hand, did not show much surprise. After hearing this, he looked at Nie Tian with a serious look.
"Um!"
Nie Tian nodded heavily, vaguely feeling that Wan Minghai seemed to have something to say, and immediately said: "Lord Holy Lord, have you heard of the Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations?"
Wan Minghai frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, saying: "I once saw some sporadic records about the nine ancient saints in an ancient book of the Zhutian Sect.
Among them, there was mention of an ancient sage named the Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations."
"The Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations!"
Upon hearing this name, Nie Tian's eyes couldn't help but tremble and became extremely intense.
Little Fat Cat once said that the body of Ten Thousand Calamities came from an ancient saint.
So, does the body of Ten Thousand Tribulations come from this Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations?
Wan Minghai paused for a moment and continued: "It is recorded in the classics that the Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations practiced a forbidden technique, and finally he cultivated it into the body of Ten Thousand Tribulations and became the power of his bloodline.
If your son really has the body of Ten Thousand Tribulations, then it means that he is a descendant of the Ten Thousand Tribulations God!"
Descendants of the ancient saint! Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and the expressions they looked at Nie Tian changed, with a hint of awe that could not be concealed in their shock.
What an honor it is to be a descendant of the ancient sage! No wonder Nie Tian’s talent and strength are so strong.
But Nie Tian didn't react at all. He didn't care about his identity at all. What he cared about was how to relieve Nie Fan's body crisis.
"Lord Holy Lord, does the book you are looking at ever record how to restrain the body of all calamities?"
Nie Tian asked directly without any scruples.
"No."
Wan Minghai shook his head and said: "Actually, you think of the body of all tribulations too simply. Even if the ancient sage gives you the blood, you cannot suppress the body of all tribulations."
"This..." Nie Tian's eyes darkened, and his face suddenly froze.
If even the bloodline of the ancient saint cannot suppress the body of Ten Thousand Tribulations, then what other power in the world can save Nie Fan?
Do you really want Nie Tian to forcefully take out the tenth lifeline from the light of the clan?
At this moment, Nie Tian felt that the mountain pressing on his head suddenly sank again, making him almost unable to lift his head.
Others also fell silent, not expecting Nie Tian to be under such great pressure.
"Perhaps..." After a long period of silence, Wan Minghai spoke again, obviously hesitating for a long time before finally saying: "Perhaps, there is a way to temporarily restrain the body of all calamities."
"What method?"
Nie Tian's eyes trembled violently, like a drowning man who suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw and almost stepped forward to grab Wan Minghai's hand.
The others' eyes also became intense, and they all wanted to know what method could be used to become more powerful than the ancient saint's bloodline.
"Tianji Taijutsu!"
Wan Minghai looked at Nie Tian and hesitated for a moment before finally saying four words one by one.