As Mo Qingyun and company continued heading west, they gradually entered the inner regions of the Primordial Battlefield. The number of people they encountered decreased significantly.
In addition to the number of people they encountered along the way, they also encountered many dead souls and ghosts that bared their fangs and brandished their claws at them.
These dead souls and ghosts were not strong, only at the beginner level of god art. They were easily killed by Mo Qingyun and the other two.
Sob sob sob sob …
At this moment, a series of low and sinister cries entered the ears of Mo Qingyun and the others.
After the cries, a series of green lights appeared in front of them, giving off a gloomy and terrifying feeling.
"Oh no, it's a specter!"
After seeing the ghostly lights in front of them, Han Buyi's expression changed greatly. He said to Mo Qingyun and Mo Wuji beside him, "Brother Mo, the strength of these spirits is much stronger than the souls of the dead and the ghosts. The strong spirits even have spiritual intelligence and know how to seize a person's body to be reborn. I will hold them back, the two of you quickly leave this place."
While Han Buyi was speaking, the few specters in front exuded a cold aura and arrived within 100 meters of Mo Qingyun and the other two.
These spirits were not weak. Judging from the aura they emitted, they should be comparable to God Arts Level Seven experts.
After this discovery, Han Buyi's expression immediately became serious, revealing intense nervousness and worry.
A few specters that were comparable to the seventh level of the Transcendent Powers weren't something he could defend against. Moreover, he still had to continue protecting Mo Qingyun and Mo Qingyun.
"This is bad. If Wu Lian and the other two were here, we might be able to fight against Spectre by combining our strength. But now … sigh!"
Han Buyi could not help but sigh as he thought of the situation the three of them would be in. Despair rose in his heart.
The way Han Buyi saw it, six specters with Level Seven Divine Ability cultivation were absolutely not what they could contend against.
They were dead for sure this time!
Seeing Han Buyi's expression of despair, Mo Qingyun smiled faintly and comforted him, "Brother Han, you don't have to worry too much. It's just a few spirits of the seventh level, I can still handle them."
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Han Buyi's expression could not help but be stunned. He was surprised that his ears had misheard.
Of course, while Han Buyi was shocked, he was also puzzled.
These were specters at the seventh level of the god art realm. With Mo Qingyun's cultivation at the fifth level, how could he defend against their attacks?
"Brother Mo, this spirit's strength is very strange. You can't underestimate it. You should take Miss Wen and leave."
After a brief moment of confusion, Han Buyi revealed a solemn expression and once again instructed Mo Qingyun.
In his opinion, Mo Qingyun's current performance was due to his blind confidence in his own strength and his lack of understanding of the Ghost.
Han Buyi had fought with Spectre before, so he knew how terrifying they were.
Therefore, he absolutely didn't believe that Mo Qingyun could deal with several seventh-level specters with his fifth-level divinity ability cultivation.
With regards to Han Buyi's doubts, Mo Qingyun did not explain. He directly wielded the Colourless Sword and slashed towards the Spectre.
In Mo Qingyun's opinion, any further explanation would be useless. It was more effective to directly attack.
Three Origins as One!
Mo Qingyun waved the Colourless Sword and instantly slashed out a magnificent three-colored sword radiance. It swept towards the few Spectre in front of him.
"Brother Mo, be careful. The Spectre are very strong …"
Seeing Mo Qingyun's actions, Han Buyi's expression changed drastically. He shouted anxiously and panickedly at Mo Qingyun.
However, before Han Buyi could finish speaking, his eyes widened as he froze on the spot.
The Spectre were all dead?
Under Mo Qingyun's casual slash, these spirits of the seventh level of the god art realm were killed by Mo Qingyun's sword.
This scene was simply unbelievable to Han Buyi.
At this moment, Han Buyi's mind went blank. He did not know what to say.
Was Mo Qingyun really at the fifth level of the god art realm? How could a person at the fifth level of the god art realm possess such powerful combat strength?
Han Buyi suddenly realized that his worldview had been shattered. He could not see through Mo Qingyun anymore.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mo Qingyun dared to bring Wen Zhaodi into the Primordial Battlefield alone.
The combat strength that Mo Qingyun displayed just now was not any weaker than a level eight god art realm expert. He was completely qualified to enter the Primordial Battlefield.
"That … that slash of Brother Mo's seemed to contain three types of xiantian origin powers."
Recalling the elegance of Mo Qingyun's slash, Han Buyi's eyes suddenly widened. An intense shock rose in his heart once again.
Three types of xiantian origin powers. Mo Qingyun had actually comprehended three types of xiantian origin powers. This discovery shocked Han Buyi quite a bit.
In his experience, he seemed to have never seen such a person, let alone seen one, he had never even heard of one.
"Brother Mo's talent is terrifying. Just who is he? Could he be one of the eight sacred mountains' geniuses? "
At this moment, Han Buyi's mind was filled with countless thoughts as he tried to guess Mo Qingyun's identity.
Because the Heavenly Pool Sacred Mountain had only been rebuilt recently, Han Buyi did not know that it had been rebuilt. He still thought that there were only eight sacred mountains on the Tianhun Continent.
But the result was obvious. No matter how hard Han Buyi thought, he could not find a person that matched Mo Qingyun's identity.
"Just who is Brother Mo?"
Looking at Mo Qingyun in front of him, Han Buyi's curiosity and doubt grew stronger.
Mo Qingyun ignored Han Buyi's thoughts. He walked in front of Han Buyi and smiled. "Brother Han, the spirits have been dealt with. Let's go!"
"Oh, okay!"
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Han Buyi was dazed for a moment before he hurriedly nodded in agreement.
Mo Qingyun and the other two continued to go deeper into the Primordial Battlefield. They searched for people to ask about the Wen Clan's whereabouts, and also looked for opportunities in the Primordial Battlefield.
In the following time, Mo Qingyun encountered many departed spirits, ghosts, and spirits, but he did not encounter any that were at the advanced level of the Transcendent God Tier or above.
Mo Qingyun's group of three didn't encounter any specters, specters, or ghosts blocking their way, so their journey was undoubtedly much smoother.
At this moment, another group of spirits appeared in front of Mo Qingyun and the other two, emitting a shocking aura.
These spirits were not weak. They were all at the sixth or seventh level of the Transcendent God Tier. More importantly, there were more than a hundred of them.
"Brother Mo, what do we do?"
Looking at the spirits blocking their way, Han Buyi's expression turned grave. He turned to ask Mo Qingyun beside him.
After witnessing Mo Qingyun's strength, he had already treated Mo Qingyun as his backbone. Everything was arranged by Mo Qingyun.
At that moment, Han Buyi's words had just left his mouth when a huge black palm that was dozens of meters long came flying through the sky.
As soon as this huge palm appeared, it grabbed the spirits, departed spirits, and ghosts in front of Mo Qingyun and the other two and flew back.
"The aura of the Heavenly Soul Demon Clan. Is there a Heavenly Soul Demon Clan expert here?"
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