859 Descendants of Emperor Yan, Spirit of the Tree of God

A white flower flashed in the white eye of Nangong Hao, while in the red eye, a trace of blood was continuously spinning.

It was the Blood Offering Illustration!

However, as compared to earlier on, both the white flower and the Blood Offering Illustration were much clearer, as though they were in their real forms.

"Ah!!!" Nangong Hao roared as he raised his Wuwei sword high, traces of blood flowed down the sword like rays of light.

Then, a shocking scene took place.

Instead of approaching Mo Shanshi's hammer as expected, the Wuwei sword stabbed into Nangong Hao's own chest in the speed of lightning.

Spit! Fresh blood was spat out from Nangong Hao's mouth.

This scene undoubtedly shocked the disciples from the various sects. Even the approaching Mo Shanshi was evidently stunned.

"What is Nangong Hao doing?!"

"Committing suicide?"

"It can't be suicide, he stabbed himself above his heart. But still, what is he trying to do?!"

None of the disciples understood what Nangong Hao was doing.

Apart from them, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng also could not react. After all, such action was rather shocking..

But quickly, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's expressions changed.

The blood spat out by Nangong Hao did not flow as expected, it kept flowing, agglomerating in front of his face, turning into a blood-red flower.

It was an eight-petaled flower. Every petal was made completely out of fresh blood. Besides that, on every petal, there was an extremely sophisticated symbol.

"What is this?!" Mo Shanshi looked at the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao and froze.

Similarly, Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened in astonishment. He frowned, trying to recall if he had seen this scene before.

At this moment, Nangong Hao's lifted his head gradually and gave a cruel smile.

"You guys have completely no idea who are you fighting against!" Nangong Hao looked beneath him with a chilling glare, exuding a Sage-like arrogance.

"Fighting against who?"

"Nangong Hao, what is he saying?"

"I don't understand at all!"

After hearing Nangong Hao, the disciples from the various sects stared at each other in confusion, shaking their heads as they did not understand what Nangong Hao meant.

Nangong Hao did not bother explaining. He lifted his head up slightly and looked at the seven-colored rainbow above his head.

"Don't every one of you claim to be descendants of Yan Huang? If so, do you know why it was the Huang Emperor who ultimtely ruled the world?

"Haha… You don't know, you all only know what was recorded in the historical books!"

Nangong Hao did not give any chance for the rest to comment. As though he was talking to himself, he seemed to be also recalling a story from the past.

"I will only tell you, the Tree of God belonged to the Nangong Nobles. It was planted by the ancestors of the Nangong Nobles. Therefore, only the disciples of the Nangong Nobles are entitled to the fruits of the Tree of God. None of you can snatch it, and neither can you make use of the power of the Tree of God!" Nangong Hao said with a hint of despise.

"The Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles?"

"How is that possible?"

"This is ridiculous, we're not believing this!"

Some of the disciples from the various sects began to refute Nangong Hao's words as they refused to believe him.

Meanwhile, after hearing the comment made by Nangong Hao, the expression of the frowning Mu Qingfeng who had been deep in thought changed suddenly, giving a look of disbelief.

"Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles? Judging from Nangong Hao's character, he would not lie at this point of time. However, if he was not lying, that means the Nangong Nobles…"

"Old man Mu, what are you thinking about?" Mo Shanshi's voice could be heard. From his voice, Mu Qingfeng could tell he was in utter shock.

"If I guessed correctly, we are thinking about the same thing!" Mu Qingfeng understood what Mo Shanshi meant by his words, but he thought that it would be an exaggeration if he said it out. It was so impactful that it could even shake the world.

"Descendants of Emperor Yan?" Mo Shanshi narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm…" Mu Qingfeng did not comment too much, but he subconsciously tightened his grip on his long sword with an extremely solemn look.

Despite that…

Nangong Hao ignored all of those comments. He continued looking at the sky and the sever-colored rainbow, allowing the blood from his chest to flow along the Wuwei Sword into the eight-petaled blood flower.

"The Nangong Nobles only wants "fairness". Is this simple request too much? How dare all of you stop me?!"

"How dare you stop me?!"

"How dare you…"

Nangong Hao's voice echoed through the sky. Like an insane force of evil, it shook the hearts of the disciples below.

Following the echoes, the disciples were perplexed, as though they were subdued by the force.

"Isn't he just trying to delay time? What's the point of making it sound so pompous?" At this point, a voice spoke.

This voice was not loud, but it made the disciples, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's bodies shake.

"Delaying time?!"

Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's gazes fell on the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao's chest. Then it struck them.

When Nangong Hao made his "self-harm" move all of a sudden, they were subconsciously shocked by his move. Following that, Nangong Hao made use of this period of time to "narrate".

This narration was undoubtedly very attention-seeking.

That was because till now, Mu Qingfeng and Mo Shanshi still could not figure out what were the plans of the Nangong Nobles. Nangong Hao's comment naturally gave them a chance to clarify their doubts.

Because of that, they gave Nangong Hao some more time undeliberately, allowing the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao to become more solidified.

"Regardless of whether he was the descendant of Emperor Yan, stop him!" Mu Qingfeng finally spoke, while quickly using his long sword to attack the Monster King in front of him.

Then, he dashed towards Nangong Hao.

However, Mo Shanshi was much faster. After the reminder given by Fang Zhengzhi, he already began moving, once again turning the black giant hammer to raindrops.

"Haha… too late, it's too late!" Nangong Hao looked at the raindrops from the giant hammer and smiled coldly.

Then, he disappeared from his original position. Like teleportation, he appeared instantaneously on top of the Tree of God.

The blood flower floated above Nangong Hao's palm.

At his chest…

The Wuwei Sword was removed but the tip of the sword still had drops of fresh blood. The blood flowed into the blood flower.

"With my fresh blood today, allow me to create the flower of the Tree of God, irrigate the fruit of the Tree of God. Allow me to use the seven-colored rainbow as a bridge to return the hopes of Mother Earth, open the gates of heaven!"

Boom!

Following his words, a beam of golden lightning bolt sliced through the sky, striking the tip of the Tree of God.

Crack!

A loud noise was heard.

The Tree of God was about to be sliced into pieces by the lightning bolt, cracks continuously spreaded from the top to the bottom of the tree.

"What's going on?"

"Flower of the Tree of God, fruit of the Tree of God, seven-colored rainbow… Most importantly, what was the meaning behind the 'return the hopes of Mother Earth'?"

"Look, the Tree of God split!"

The disciples from the various sects also saw the strange scene. The Tree of God was completely split with a beam of golden light flowing from the crack between the branches and the trunk.

"No, it did not split, bathing in the lightning bolt… This is the real Tree of God!" Mu Qingfeng was initially shocked by the scene, but regained his senses quickly.

At this point in time, he was still unsure of the plans of Nangong Nobles, but he finally understood the real identity of the Tree of God.

Put it simply, the Tree of God was a "body".

A body constructed by the powerful Origin Energy of Nangong Hao. However, this body did not have the real spirit of the Tree of God.

However, after Nangong Hao used his own blood to stimulate the lightning bolt's strike, the Tree of God finally got its spirit.

Boom! The floor split open.

Beams of golden light shot out from the ground, turning into old green vines, exuding an aura of ancientry.

"Finally succeeded? Hahaha… The age-long hopes of the Nangong Nobles finally came true today? Nobody can stop us anymore, nobody!" Nangong Tian looked at the green vines in extreme exhilaration.

Meanwhile, the disciples from the various sects widened their eyes and retreated their steps. The aura was too powerful for them to get close, they could only stay far away, or even get down to their knees.

Crack! Crack!

The golden ray tore the branches and the bark of the Tree of God apart, then wrappeed them up together, causing it to turn pitch-black.

In the pitch-blackness, there seemed to be some force that was still moving like a heartbeat with even tempo.

"In the ice and snow… Is the tree trunk being formed?!"

"This is amazing!"

"Tree of God, this is the real Tree of God?"

The disciples watching from below had never seen such a strange phenomenon and was shocked to the core.

This process did not continue for a prolonged period of time. As the golden rays were emitted, more and more green vines shot out from the ground. Meanwhile, the trunk of the Tree of God gradually became a real tree trunk, pitch-black and ancient, with beams of light rays flowing on it.

"Old man Mo!" At this time, Mu Qingfeng's voice could be heard.

"Understood!" Mo Shanshi understood what Mu Qingfeng meant. Although it seemed like the Tree of God had been created with the spirit…

what could that mean?

Mo Shanshi did not know and dare not to confirm.

But he was sure that he would not give up even in the final moments. He was also determined to stop Nangong Hao.

This was exactly the most important attitude for the most powerful — Never give up!

Therefore, Mo Shanshi dashed towards Nangong Hao immediately. Raising his black giant hammer which was like a majestic tall mountain, he aimed at Nangong Hao's head.

Rumble! With the fast speed, the sound caused by the friction between the black giant hammer and the air was like the sound of thunder.

Most importantly, Mo Shanshi's body doubled in size at that moment, veins bulging from his originally frail body.

Strong and powerful.

Even Fang Zhengzhi was shocked by this scene. After all, he could not visualize the transformation made by the old man.

Of course, he once asked the Heavenly Oasis Saint for an explanation. However, the explanation given was simple: the real appearance of a sage was always the same appearance when he reached the Sagely State.

Regarding the frail body…

Some of these were hidden tactics that were meant to prolong their lifespans. Some could be done on purpose. After all, if one did not change one's appearance for decades, people would find it hard to accept.

"Not sure if Mo Shanshi belonged to the former or the latter group?"As Fang Zhengzhi pondered over the question, Mo Shanshi's black giant hammer had reached the top of the Nangong Hao's head.

The rumbles of thunder was extremely loud.

Everyone knew that the attack was Mo Shanshi's full out attack.

"Die!" Mo Shanshi grimaced, beams of gold patterns flowed along his face and body.