Gradually, Xiumu Xinhua also stabilized his body after retreating dozens of meters.
He raised his right arm, which had some broken bones and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
However, he did not feel angry because of this. Instead, his face was brimming with excitement and fanaticism.
"Very good! You really did not let me down. A late-stage Level 4 Wu Huang is indeed admirable to control such power! "
"However, I have already said that this year's General Alliance Conference is not your stage!"
"Next, come to my Purgatory World!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiumu Xinhua directly released his Martial Soul.
In an instant, a large amount of Immortal Qi gushed out of his body and the surrounding Immortal Qi also condensed behind him.
In the blink of an eye, two ghostly hands that were twice the size of ordinary palms appeared behind him.
These two ghostly hands were translucent, one red and one black, looking extremely strange.
"Sacred Martial Soul …" Even though the two ghostly hands presented a red and black light, Lin Yun could still recognize at a glance that it was a Sacred Martial Soul.
Moreover, Lin Yun could also feel that Xiumu Xinhua's Martial Soul carried Soul Power.
However, Lin Yun could also understand this point.
Among the disciples of the Ghost King Sect, except for the direct disciples, the other disciples' Martial Souls basically carried a wisp of Soul Power.
"That's right! This is my Sacred Martial Soul — Hand of Purgatory! "
As soon as he finished speaking, there was suddenly an abnormal spatial fluctuation in the entire arena.
Immediately after, in Lin Yun's eyes, he saw the two ghostly hands behind Xiumu Xinhua actually tear the void, directly tearing a ten-meter-tall door in the void.
As the door opened, a real Purgatory World appeared in front of Lin Yun's eyes.
In that Purgatory World, flames spread, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and wind raged. Countless amounts of blood filled the entire world, and there were also soul-stirring wails, roars, and cries of pain from malicious spirits.
Currently, only Lin Yun and a few warriors whose Divine Sense had reached the fourth realm could see this Purgatory World and this ten-meter-tall door.
The other disciples couldn't see anything. They could only hear the ghostly wails that made their souls tremble.
For a time, the atmosphere in the entire world became extremely oppressive and ghastly. Everyone felt their scalps go numb and their hairs stand on end.
No one knew when, but a gust of chilly wind suddenly blew over, causing everyone to shiver.
This terrifying and unknown aura clearly caused many people present to feel fear.
Some disciples with very low spiritual awareness could not bear this strange aura and directly fell to the ground, opened their mouths, and breathed rapidly.
"Manor Lord … What kind of martial soul is this … Why do I feel so uncomfortable, and my consciousness is gradually dissipating?" At this moment, Qing Yi was lying on the ground. Her body was weak and her face was pale. Her eyes were gradually losing focus.
He didn't see any so-called door or Purgatory World at all. He only heard the wails of malicious spirits and felt as if his soul was about to be destroyed.
Xiahou Xuan didn't feel any better either, but she was still a little better than Qing Yi, half-squatting on the ground.
Xiahou Yang saw the state the two of them were in and was also helpless. He frowned and said, "I also don't know what kind of martial soul this is, maybe it has something to do with the soul …"
At this moment, a Ghost King Sect disciple was also covered in cold sweat, and his voice was filled with fear as he explained, "This is the ability of Senior Brother's martial soul. His Hand of Purgatory can open a door that connects to Purgatory, causing countless malicious spirits in Purgatory to wail and roar."
"These sounds are mixed with the power of the soul, and will cause the enemy's soul to feel fear."
"In this kind of situation, the enemy's body and soul cannot reach a state of perfect harmony, causing their speed, strength, and reflexes to greatly decline."
"If it's an enemy with a low level of Divine Sense or willpower, they will even lose consciousness on the spot, and their soul will also suffer serious damage."
"This is bad … Big Brother Jiang Yun has been hit by this move, and all his advantages are gone …" Xiahou Xuan frowned and exclaimed.
After all, they all believed that the advantage that Lin Yun had over the other core disciples was that Lin Yun had a more comprehensive grasp of the abilities.
Moreover, Withered Mu Xinhua's move directly weakened the three abilities of strength, speed, and reflexes, putting Lin Yun at a disadvantage.
Qing Yi couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. They were outside the arena, but they were still affected so severely.
He really couldn't imagine how terrifying the pressure Lin Yun, who was standing on the arena and facing Withered Mu Xinhua, was.
Following the last wail of malicious spirits that resounded through the sky, the door to Purgatory was closed, and all the sounds also came to an abrupt end.
"Jiang Yun, it's time for you to admit defeat." Withered Mu Xinhua had a proud look on his face as he advised, "Your advantage lies in your speed and strength, but now, in my Purgatory World, your advantage has already disappeared!"
However, after Withered Mu Xinhua finished speaking, he immediately frowned and stared at Lin Yun with a solemn expression.
Because the current Lin Yun did not show the slightest discomfort at all, and was still calmly standing on the arena, like a towering mountain that would not fall.
At this moment, Withered Mu Xinhua gradually revealed a shocked expression, and he exclaimed, "How … how is this possible!"
He looked into Lin Yun's eyes, only to find that there was not the slightest hint of fear in Lin Yun's eyes, but instead contempt.
Withered Mu Xinhua's mind was in a complete mess. He did not understand why Lin Yun was not affected at all.
It must be known that even when a direct disciple faced his Purgatory World, how could there be no reaction at all!
Just as Withered Mu Xinhua was distracted, Lin Yun's figure disappeared like a ghost.
Immediately after, Lin Yun's figure suddenly appeared in Withered Mu Xinhua's retina.
Before he could react, Lin Yun's palm had already landed on his chest.
Bang!
Following the frightening power, Xiumu Xinhua instantly spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body turned into an afterimage as he smashed into the stage's Spirit Formation with an unstoppable force. Then, he heavily smashed onto the stage.
Seeing this scene, the people below the arena stared with their eyes wide open. At this moment, it was as if time had stopped, and everyone was completely stunned.
"This … what's going on?"
"Impossible! Withered Mu Xinhua's Purgatory World, even a direct disciple would be affected, why is nothing happening to Jiang Yun at all? "
"What's going on? Could it be that Withered Mu Xinhua's Purgatory World has lost its effect? "
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