Chapter 4627: The Supreme Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations

Leng Huang Jixue!

When the 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 in a certain aspect, Leng Huang Jixue represented him.

Mo Ye's words made him extremely unsatisfied.

"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 and he said coldly: "Leng Huang Jixue is herself and never belongs to anyone."

"Haha." 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 Cult. If you dare to speak rudely again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." At this time, Lieyan Jiufeng spoke, with a pair of eyes filled with cold light, approaching Mo Ye step by step.

"Oh." Mo Ye was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled playfully and said, "I almost forgot that Leng Huang Jixue was born from the heart of Demon Zhutian just like you. I originally thought you wouldn't care about her. , 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, looked at Nie Tiandian and said, "Since you are not willing to meet both of my conditions, there is no need to discuss 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 was useless to say anything more at this time.

Others listened in confusion, but they could only see that Leng Huang Jixue had an unusual relationship with Nie Tian, ​​and he seemed to have a glance with Lieyan Jiufeng, both of whom were conceived from the heart of the Heaven-Slaying Demon.

"Mo Ye, the blood of the Ancient Saint 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 and looked towards Mo Ye 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 respond so simply, and he couldn't help but frown and continued to ask.

"No comment." Mo Ye said simply and 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 they would anger Wan Minghai.

"Nie Tian, ​​what about you?" However, Wan Minghai didn't react much, but his face was 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 blood 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, his eyes were heavy He looked at Nie Tian.

"Yes!" 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 Holy Sect. Among them, There was mention of an ancient saint named the Ten Thousand Tribulations Heavenly Lord.”

"Tianzun Tianzun!" Hearing this name, Nie Tian's eyes couldn't help but tremble and became extremely hot.

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 Myriad Tribulations Heavenly Lord practiced a forbidden technique, and finally he became the body of Myriad Tribulations and became the power of his bloodline. If your son really has the Myriad Tribulations body, then it means that he is a descendant of the All-Calamity Heavenly Lord!"

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.

Descendants of ancient saints, what an honor this is!

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 ancient book you are reading record how to restrain the body of all calamities?" Nie Tian asked directly without any scruples.

"No." Wan Minghai shook his head and said, "In fact, you think the body of ten thousand calamities is too simple. Even if the blood of the ancient saint is given to you, it cannot suppress the body of ten thousand calamities."

"This..." Nie Tian's eyes sank, and his face froze.

If even the blood of the ancient saint cannot suppress the body of ten thousand calamities, then what power in the world can save Nie Fan?

Is it really necessary for Nie Tian to forcibly take the tenth lifeline out of the light of the sect vein?

At this moment, Nie Tian felt that the mountain pressing on his head suddenly sank again, making him almost unable to raise his head.

Others also fell silent. They did not expect Nie Tian to bear such great pressure.

"Maybe..." After a long silence, Wan Minghai spoke again. Obviously he hesitated for a long time before finally saying: "Maybe, there is a way to temporarily restrain the body of ten thousand calamities."

"What method?" Nie Tian's eyes trembled violently, like a drowning person who suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, and almost stepped forward and grabbed Wan Minghai's hand directly.

The eyes of others also became hot, and they all wanted to know what method was more powerful than the blood of the Ancient Saint.

"Heavenly Body Technique!" Wan Minghai looked at Nie Tian, ​​hesitated for a moment again, and finally said the four words word by word.