The crescent-moon-like sword beam released a shocking radiance. It flew past and instantly cut off the Nether God Puppet's two arms. Chu Mu's two swords, one straight and one reverse, formed a strange cross and cut through the Nether God Puppet's body, cutting it into four pieces.
Chu Mu's two swords were like a bird spreading its wings. He rushed past the broken corpses and charged towards Ming Luo again.
The God of the Underworld Dharma had indeed made Ming Luo stronger. The speed and power of his curses had greatly increased. However, under Dacheng's Burning Blood Transformation, Chu Mu was even more powerful. He used every bit of power to the best effect.
Every strike was like an antelope's horn. It was as if it was made by nature.
Ming Luo's treasured clothes were torn apart by Chu Mu's two swords. The terrifying sword wind caused Ming Luo to feel pain. It was as if his body was being cut apart.
He forcefully took Chu Mu's strike and was sent flying. The God of the Underworld Dharma suddenly exploded, condensing into a curse seal. It was extremely sharp, like the wail of a malicious spirit. It directly impacted Chu Mu's spiritual world. He suddenly felt dizzy.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ming Luo used a powerful curse technique. He spun and attacked Chu Mu. He instinctively crossed his swords and blocked the curse seal. However, he was sent flying. His chest hurt, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was burned by the blood-red flames. It directly disappeared, and the flames seemed to become a little brighter.
The blood-red flames burned in Ming Luo's chest. After losing the God of the Underworld Dharma, his spiritual energy dropped drastically. He became a little weak. On the other hand, Chu Mu had suffered internal injuries. He felt pain all over his body when he moved slightly, especially his chest.
Both of them were injured!
Both of their wills were very strong. Chu Mu stood up and took a deep breath. Even though the pain in his chest was unbearable, he still took a deep breath. He held it in and erupted again.
With a loud bang, the air current was violent enough to tear apart steel. Chu Mu was the dragon head, and his two swords were close to his legs. His eyes flashed with an astonishing cold light, and within the blood-red color, there were traces of gold that dissipated.
Ming Luo, who had just gotten up, was shocked. He could not dodge and could only watch as Chu Mu's sword cut into his body.
The sharpness of the middle stage eighth revolution sword intent and the middle stage eighth revolution gold profound was indescribable.
"You can't kill me …" Chu Mu's voice had just reached his ears when Chu Mu's sword slashed mercilessly through Ming Luo's body. The Cross Sword Light penetrated his body.
Ming Luo screamed miserably, and his corpse was torn into four pieces.
"Good!" Many human swordsmen clapped their hands and roared.
Everything happened too quickly. There was also the Decisive Battle Space. Even if the Underworld God Tribe's Emperor of the Dead wanted to save Ming Luo, it was too late. He could only watch as Ming Luo was cut into pieces by Chu Mu's sword.
The people from the Underworld God Tribe did not speak. They were also covered in black robes, so no one knew what they were thinking at this moment. However, one could guess that they were not feeling good.
With a bang, a strange scene appeared. From Ming Luo's corpse, which had been cut into four pieces, scarlet blood spurted out strangely and shot into the air. Then, as if someone had cast a spell, the blood automatically condensed and formed a curse seal.
This curse seal was the size of a human head. It was scarlet, and it was a word. If Chu Mu understood the Underworld God Tribe's language, he would understand that this word meant "seal."
Blood dripped from the curse seal, and it looked very terrifying. It gave off a sinister and bloodthirsty feeling, and it made Chu Mu feel uncomfortable all over.
Sinister laughter sounded at the same time. It seemed to be Ming Luo's laughter that came from hell.
Not only did Chu Mu feel cold all over, but even his spiritual world felt cold. It was as if his spiritual world had suddenly entered the dead of winter.
This curse seal was dripping with blood, and it gave Chu Mu an extremely strange and uncomfortable feeling.
The scarlet curse seal flew over, and it seemed to have Ming Luo's soul on it. Chu Mu slashed with both of his swords, and the scarlet curse seal was cut into pieces. However, it strangely gathered again and rushed into Chu Mu's body.
Sword Intent Ultimacy and strong spiritual will could not work. The Waning Moon Pendant was activated, and a starlight was broken. Its power swept over, but it only weakened part of the scarlet curse seal's power. Chu Mu had no choice but to break another starlight from the Waning Moon Pendant.
The scarlet curse seal was too strange. Even though it was weakened again and again, part of it still remained in Chu Mu's body. It turned into a scarlet light and rushed into the spiritual world. Then, it exploded and shot toward Chu Mu's Ultimacy, Sword Intent, and six spiritual stars. It wrapped around them and formed a scarlet cocoon.
In an instant, Chu Mu felt his sword intent and metal profound, as well as his six Mind Stars, suddenly fall silent, as if they had disappeared without a trace.
Beside him were four dried up pieces of corpses.
The human swordsmen all had ugly expressions. They did not show any joy after Chu Mu killed Ming Luo and won.
As for the people of the Underworld God Clan, it was impossible to tell if they were happy, angry, or sad.
"You know the Godseal Blood Curse," the Emperor of the Underworld of the Underworld God Clan said after a while. His voice was filled with schadenfreude.
As soon as he said this, the human Sword Saints' expressions changed. The people of the other clans were stunned at first. Then, they looked at Chu Mu with pity.
The Godseal Blood Curse was one of the most terrifying curses of the Underworld God Clan. No clan was willing to be infected with it.
Chu Mu had killed Ming Luo. It seemed like he had won, but he had been infected with the Godseal Blood Curse. His future was gone. For a swordsman who pursued the Way of the Sword, this was not much different from losing.
Chu Mu himself did not feel much. He flicked his sword and put away Ming Luo's spatial ring. At least for now, he was the winner.
The people of the Underworld God Clan did not speak anymore. They retreated immediately. In the current situation, they could not start a war with the human race. They did not have the advantage.
As the people of the Underworld God Clan left, the other clans also retreated after observing. They felt that there was no chance for them to attack. The battle between Chu Mu and Ming Luo would definitely spread to the other clans. At the same time, the news of Chu Mu being infected with the Godseal Blood Curse would also spread.
They did not need to attack Chu Mu anymore. They also did not need to pay attention to Chu Mu anymore.
In the end, only the human race was left in the hinterland of the Crimson Wasteland.
The six Sword Saints took a few minutes to unlock the Decisive Battle Space.
Chief Instructor Lingyun grabbed Chu Mu's wrist. His powerful spiritual power surged into Chu Mu's body. After circulating one round, it entered Chu Mu's spiritual world. After circulating a few rounds, he took Chu Mu and left the Crimson Wasteland quickly. They returned to the Sky Edge Sword Palace.
The Sword Saints of the Hongtian Sect and Tantai Clan took their Sword Of Gojoseon and left respectively.
…
"You are infected with the Godseal Blood Curse," Chief Instructor Lingyun said to Chu Mu. His tone was unprecedentedly serious.
"Godseal Blood Curse?" Chu Mu didn't understand. However, when he heard it, he felt that it wasn't something good. Looking at Chief Instructor Lingyun's expression, he was even more certain that it was something terrible.
"I didn't expect it to be the Godseal Blood Curse of the Underworld God Clan." Chief Instructor Lingyun sighed. He looked a little vexed. "With Ming Luo's strength, there is no way for him to cultivate this curse art. It must be an expert from the Underworld God Clan who cast it on him. Once he is killed, the Godseal Blood Curse will appear and enter the body of the person who killed Ming Luo."
"I can't feel the sword intent and quintessence. I can't even feel the six mental stars formed by cultivating the Southern Dipper Mind Cultivation Scripture," Chu Mu said. His expression was grave.
"The Godseal Blood Curse is to seal the power in the spiritual world," Chief Instructor Lingyun said.
"It can't be undone?" Chu Mu asked.
"Yes, but only an expert from the Underworld God Clan can undo it," Chief Instructor Lingyun said. "Let me check again."
Chief Instructor Lingyun's mental power entered Chu Mu's spiritual world again. He checked carefully. After 15 minutes, he retracted his mental power. He stared at Chu Mu with a frown.
Chu Mu also looked at Chief Instructor Lingyun, waiting for his answer.
"I can't undo it," Chief Instructor Lingyun said. Chu Mu's expression didn't change. He waited for Chief Instructor Lingyun to continue. "Originally, under normal circumstances, once you are under the Godseal Blood Curse, you can't undo it unless you find an expert from the Underworld God Clan. Your sword intent, quintessence, and mental power will be sealed by the Godseal Blood Curse for the rest of your life. You will lose your future."
"What's different about me?" Chu Mu asked.
"Before the Godseal Blood Curse took effect, it was weakened by your sword intent. It was also weakened by the power of the Waning Moon Pendant. You have a lot of quintessence. Your mental power has condensed into six mind stars. The incomplete Godseal Blood Curse needs to seal every bit of power and disperse it. It's not as strong." Chief Instructor Lingyun said, "In addition to the six mind stars, you also have a strong mental power that you can use. The purity of this mental power is no less than the mind stars. It's also equivalent to two mind stars. For you, it should be enough for the time being."
As he spoke, Chief Instructor Lingyun paused for a moment. Then he spoke again. "The incomplete Godseal Blood Curse will gradually weaken as time passes. According to my estimation, it will take ten years. It will take at least ten years for the Godseal Blood Curse in you to disappear. Only then will you be able to use your sword intent, quintessence, and mind stars again."
Ten years!
When Chu Mu heard this, his head buzzed. Ten years was enough to change many things.
For a young genius like him, ten years was enough to be reborn. His strength would increase to an unimaginable level. If because of the Godseal Blood Curse, he wouldn't be able to use his sword intent or quintessence for ten years. He wouldn't even be able to cultivate them. This meant that Chu Mu would waste ten years on the path of a swordsman.
This would be enough for some swordsmen who were weaker than him to catch up and surpass him.
However, other than waiting for the incomplete Godseal Blood Curse to disappear, Chu Mu had no other choice.
Did he really have to wait ten years?
For a moment, Chu Mu was very conflicted. He frowned.
"At least there's still hope." Chief Instructor Lingyun looked at Chu Mu and sighed. He also felt very uncomfortable. Chu Mu was a genius, a true genius. He was one of the very few geniuses that he valued.
If Chu Mu grew up, he would definitely become one of the mainstays of the human race.
And the current situation was very worrying.
"Announce to the outside world that you've been afflicted with the Godseal Blood Curse and can't be broken. Fade away from the eyes of the other races. You can't give up hope. I will also find a way," Chief Instructor Lingyun said.
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