Chapter 1275 Please Forgive Me

"Mo Xin, what did Cheng Yu mean by avenging shame just now? Also, why did Cheng Yu help open the portal, and where is Mr. Song?"

Wutian asked secretly.

"It's a long story. You'll understand when you go to the God Realm and see it."

Mo Xin responded and followed Cheng Yu silently to the ninth floor.

Cheng Yu waved his hand, and the portal suddenly shone brightly. He immediately said: "Mo Xin, remember the master's instructions and give them a blow immediately after entering."

"yes."

Mo Xin bowed and responded.

Cheng Yu nodded and then stepped aside.

As for Wutian, he was treated as air from beginning to end and simply ignored.

He didn't care and followed closely behind Mo Xin.

And when the two people walked out of the portal and the stone door opened, the elemental energy suddenly surged in like a torrent that opened, extremely pure and majestic.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be bathing in the warm sunshine. The fatigue accumulated from traveling for more than ten years was wiped away. They were in high spirits and felt indescribably happy.

However, the two frowned.

Because among this elemental energy, there is also an amazing battle fluctuation.

The two looked at each other, took a step forward at the same time, appeared in the sky, and then looked around in all directions. Finally, their eyes were locked on the fighting arena.

In the mid-air of the fighting arena, two figures were seen crisscrossing each other, fighting in a bloody battle, and their whole bodies were filled with monstrous momentum. The void was torn to pieces by the terrifying battle fluctuations, and the earth was riddled with holes and in ruins.

One of the two people fighting, one of whom Wutian and Xu Yi were familiar with, was none other than the son of the God of Thunder—Ni Yeye!

He stepped on the thunder pool, and his seemingly frail little body seemed to be transformed into a thunder god at this moment, with electric lights dancing around him, looking in all directions!

More than forty years have passed, and although his cultivation is still at the Great Perfection, his true combat power is enough to compete with the Great Emperor.

But his opponent was not inferior at all.

This man has a strange face, about seven feet tall, wearing a long white gown, with a majestic appearance and extraordinary handsomeness. Although his body is covered in bruises and blood stains the sky, his expression does not show the slightest hint of timidity or weakness.

His cultivation was also in the Great Perfection, like a tireless God of War, becoming more and more courageous as he fought, fighting crazily with Ni Yeye.

Wu Tian raised his eyebrows. This person was obviously from the other three realms, but he did not expect that there would be such a terrifying monster in the three realms.

Mo Xin said: "Although this person has the ability to fight Ni Yeye, I dare to conclude that Ni Yeye will win in the end."

Wutian nodded.

Ni Yeye's trump cards include the Misty Steps that can rival the divine speed, the Thunder Eyes with the power of heaven, the extremely lethal Thunder Storm, the Thunder Armor that can increase the realm, and use the other way to counteract his own metal. The Thunder Armor and the killer weapon Thunder Fury have not been used yet.

On the other hand, his opponent, although not inferior in terms of momentum, had obviously used all his methods.

"Do you know something?"

Mo Xin looked at him in surprise.

Wutian said calmly: "I already know Ni Yeye's identity, but I haven't revealed it yet."

He was a little stunned when he said this sentence. Why did this sentence sound so familiar? It seems to have been said somewhere?

After thinking about it carefully, it suddenly dawned on me.

It turned out that he had said it when he fought with Ni Yeye in Dongchang City, but Ni Yeye's memory was erased by a mysterious person, and he didn't know that his identity had been exposed.

No, it’s not exposure.

After all, people like Mo Xin and Sikong Yanran knew his identity.

However, Ni Yeye didn't know that Wutian had already learned his true identity.

Then Wutian ignored Mo Xin's surprised gaze and looked away.

In the sky above the edge of the fighting arena, countless young men and women stood proudly, densely packed in a large area, most of them with unfamiliar faces, but without exception, each of them had an extraordinary temperament, and the aura they naturally exuded was also very powerful.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Wutian was startled, because he discovered that there were four old figures high in the sky.

Moreover, one of them is Mr. Song!

Next to Mr. Song was an old man in white.

Both of them looked old, with white hair and white beards, but their faces were rosy and they were in good spirits.

As for the other two people, they are both old women. One is wearing black clothes and the other is wearing green clothes.

The same is true for them. Although their faces are old and seem to be on the verge of death, their eyes are very energetic and their bodies are extremely strong.

Moreover, the auras exuded by these three people are no less than that of Mr. Song!

Wutian asked: "Mo Xin, who are they?"

"They, like Mr. Song, are the guardians of the three realms of gods."

After some introduction by Mo Xin, Wu Tiantian knew that the old man in white was the guardian of the Eastern Divine Realm, the old woman in black belonged to the Western Region, and the old woman in green was the guardian of the Southern Divine Realm. They were the ones leading this training. Team.

Moreover, the strength of the three of them is on par with Mr. Song, and they are all old friends of Mr. Song.

It's just that the relationship is a little complicated.

If I have to say it, it is similar to Wutian, Shenxi, and Gutian. They are both enemies and friends.

"Thunder Eyes, open!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out in the fighting arena, followed by a terrifying force of heavenly power, rolling in all directions!

The crowd at the edge immediately became commotion.

The people from the three major regions all looked shocked, while the people from the Northern Region showed bright smiles.

Wutian moved his gaze to the top of the fighting arena, and a smile appeared on his face. This guy was finally going to show off.

In the sight, Ni Yeye stood proudly in the void, his dark eyes had turned purple, and purple lightning flashed in them. A shocking power of heaven rolled out continuously, spreading in all directions, shocking people!

He looked at the man in white opposite him with extremely contemptuous eyes, and said lightly: "He Huajun, this is the North Region, not the South Region, and you can't be arrogant. I've played with you for so long, and I'm tired of it. Now I'll get rid of you all at once, thunder storm!"

"Swish!"

A wisp of purple lightning power burst out from his eyes, forming a giant storm, carrying the destructive power of the world, sweeping towards He Huajun!

He Huajun frowned slightly, his pupils shrank, and a solemn look appeared on his face for the first time.

Decisively, he took a step forward and fled to the side.

Mo Xin shook his head and said, "It's useless. Although the might of the Heavenly Thunder Eyes is not as great as the real might of the Heavenly Thunder, it still has a certain degree of oppression. Moreover, he also has the Misty Steps. When facing him, cultivators of the same realm can only fight head-on and defeat him. If they flee, they will only accelerate their defeat."

Sure enough, seeing He Huajun fleeing, Ni Yeye shook his head and sneered, unfolded the Misty Steps, and instantly appeared in front of He Huajun, then clenched his five fingers into a fist and punched him in the chest.

Suddenly, He Huajun spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a meteorite, falling to the ground below!

"I forgot to tell you that I am actually a physical cultivator."

Ni Yeye smiled and waved his hand, and the thunder storm destroyed the mountains and rivers and whistled away.

But at this moment, the void suddenly twisted, and the old woman in green appeared in front of He Huajun and said, "Little Thunder God, please don't forget the rules."

"Rules? What rules?"

Ni Yeye was stunned.

The old woman in green frowned and said, "Thirty years ago, we had already set two rules. Don't you know?"

"Sorry, I've been in seclusion all the time, and I haven't heard of any rules."

Ni Yeye's tone was indifferent. Although the old woman in green had the power to wipe him out with a wave of her hand, he was not afraid at all.

Because he had this capital, no one in the entire heaven dared to harm him.

Wutian asked in confusion: "Mo Xin, do you know what the rules are?"

Mo Xin nodded and explained: "The people here are the main force of the holy war, and they are rare talents that are hard to come by in a million years. One person's death means one less person. In order to preserve strength, the four old Songs set a few rules. When sparring, it is not allowed to deliberately injure lives and weapons are not allowed to be used."

"I see."

Wutian suddenly realized, looked back at the fighting field, and said playfully: "But no matter how I look at it, I feel that Ni Yeye is not a person who abides by the rules."

"If he knew how to abide by the rules, he would not come to participate in the holy war."

Mo Xin shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness.

Sure enough, when the old woman explained the two rules, Ni Yeye sneered.

The green-clothed old woman frowned and said, "Little Thunder God, although you are of an extraordinary status, I still hope that you can abide by the rules and don't kill innocent people."

"What a joke, you tell me, a battle without life and death is still called a battle? Without experiencing life and death, can we stimulate our potential? If we don't even have the awareness of death, how can we compete with the people in the Holy Realm?"

Ni Yeye's words were like pearls, and the green-clothed old woman was speechless.

Ni Yeye said again: "How can we cultivators be afraid of death? How can we be timid? If we want to fight, we will fight! If we want to kill, we will kill! This is the way we should go!"

This sentence made the blood in everyone's body burn.

Even the son of Thunder God is not afraid of death, why should they be afraid?

A strong fighting spirit rushed out of everyone's body and rushed endlessly in this world.

Seeing that everyone's emotions were getting higher and higher, the three old Songs also hurried down to calm the situation.

The old man in white said, "Little Thunder God, although what you said makes sense, don't forget that there are still three great divine weapons and eight great divine realms in the divine realm."

The old woman in black continued, "These are enough to sharpen their character and stimulate their potential."

Old Song echoed, "Yes, the holy war is not a joke. If we kill people at every turn like Li Buluan did before, I'm afraid that before the holy war starts, all our people will die. What can we use to fight the people in the holy realm?"

"In short, you can't hurt people's lives during the competition. If you, little Thunder God, insist on breaking the rules, we will report to Lord Thunder God and let him take you back to the heavenly realm."

The four guardians persuaded Ni Yeye kindly, and with coercion and inducement, he finally compromised.

He was not afraid of the four guardians, but he had to consider his father. If the four really reported to his father, they promised to come in person and capture him back.

"Ahem!"

After a few dry coughs, Ni Yeye's face changed, and he smiled awkwardly: "Four seniors, I am young and ignorant, and I have offended you before. Please forgive me."

The four guardians looked at each other, and their eyes were full of helplessness.

Ni Yeye wanted to say something, but suddenly he seemed to have a feeling, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Wu Tian.

When the two eyes met, his eyes immediately burst into a thousand-foot-long brilliance, and with a wave of his hand, the thunderstorm that rolled towards He Huajun suddenly turned, shattering one piece of void after another, and swept towards Wu Tian!