A ghostly figure appeared in the air. His sharp eyes were like those of a venomous wolf as he stared at Nie Tian closely.
Nie Tian could not help but freeze up when he saw the figure. Afterwards, he extended the senses of his soul and immediately sensed that the person was a late Overgod. He showed vague signs of breaking through to peak Overgod.
Nie Tian sensed an even more powerful presence than Mo Yuanwei from the person.
This person was close to peak Overgod. No wonder he could receive Nie Tian's attack so easily.
Nie Tian stared at the person with shining eyes. He discovered that the person's mask was different from the masks of the people of the Ghost King Palace. It was a completely different kind of mask.
"Kid, your attack earlier was not weak. It amazed me," the masked cultivator snickered. The grim-faced cultivator chuckled. His laughter was actually very playful. Then, his figure flashed, and he sent a palm strike directly at Nie Tian.
"Nie Tian, be careful!" Mo Yuanwei cried out when he saw this. Then, he stabbed out with his sword. Immediately, the space there trembled. A sword flickered with profound light as it attacked the masked cultivator.
Mo Yuanwei was a member of the Sanxie clan. Although he had not activated the Flowing Evil Sword Seal, he was still an extremely terrifying swordsman. His Way of the Sword had reached the level of Sword Essence. Combined with the power of Laws of Overgods, the power of his attack was extremely terrifying.
Nie Tian estimated that Mo Yuanwei's battle prowess was on par with the Heaven Sword Palace Master, Jian Wuya.
"Do you think it's that easy to ruin my plans?" The masked cultivator looked at Mo Yuanwei and laughed strangely. Then, he flipped his hand and a whirlpool appeared. It immediately expanded and swallowed Mo Yuanwei's sword.
It was the same technique that had swallowed Nie Tian's sword. It was extremely strange.
Mo Yuanwei was stunned. He had never thought that his opponent's technique would be so strange.
At this moment, the masked cultivator's palm strike was already heading towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian's eyes sank. Then, dragon Qi spread out from his body. A sea of dragon Qi appeared behind him. A huge, scarlet-gold dragon appeared in the air. Its huge body tumbled as it faced the palm strike.
"Boom!" High up in the sky, a palm and a dragon collided with each other and actually collapsed at the same time. Terrifying power wreaked havoc in the space.
Nie Tian could feel the surging waves of Qi gushing towards him. A pair of Astral Soul Wings appeared on his back as he retreated a few thousand meters away, before stabilizing himself.
"Brat, you are indeed quite strong." The masked cultivator did not get angry when his palm strike failed to injure Nie Tian. Instead, he laughed loudly.
Just at this moment, ten-odd black-clad cultivators appeared in the Mo Clan's courtyard. They released their auras and surrounded the masked cultivator.
These people were obviously the secret guards guarding the Mo family's small courtyard. The commotion of the fight had alarmed them.
"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be so many experts hidden in this ordinary-looking courtyard. I couldn't tell." Even though the masked cultivator was surrounded, he did not show any fear. Instead, he laughed, not caring about the Mo Clan's secret guards at all.
The weakest of the hidden guards of the Mo family was a peak highgod. There were even a few overgods among them. Such a lineup was indeed very powerful.
However, in the eyes of the masked martial artist, these people were not worth mentioning.
He did not even care about Mo Yuanwei, so why would he care about the Mo family's secret guards?
When Mo Yuanwei felt the masked cultivator's contempt, he could not help but fly into a rage. He took a step forward, wanting to attack again.
"Mister Mo Er, please stop," Nie Tian suddenly said at this moment, indicating to Mo Yuanwei not to be rash.
Mo Yuanwei was stunned for a moment, but he still stopped.
Nie Tian took a step forward and arrived before the masked cultivator. He stared at the masked cultivator with a burning gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you trying to test my strength? "
At this moment, Nie Tian had calmed down. He could sense that this person was not from the Ghost King Palace, as the other party had not shown any hostility.
Earlier, if the masked cultivator had wanted to kill Nie Tian, he could have used his full power to strike Nie Tian. Even if Nie Tian did not die, he would at least lose a layer of skin.
Clearly, this person did not want to kill Nie Tian. He just wanted to test Nie Tian's strength.
"I just want to know if you're worth my trip." The masked cultivator smiled faintly and said, "Now it looks like you're indeed a supreme daemon. My trip here was not in vain."
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly before he reacted. He said Coldly, "You're here for me?"
"That's right." The masked cultivator did not deny it. He smiled playfully and said, "Someone wants to see you. I'm just in charge of running errands."
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed once more. He did not know anyone in the Senluo Ghost Region. Just who was it that wanted to see him?
To be able to make a late Overgod run errands, this person's status was definitely very high.
"Stop guessing." The masked cultivator laughed and said, "You have a medallion in your hand. The original owner of the medallion wants to see you."
"Medallion?" Nie Tian was stunned before his expression changed. He cried out inwardly, "The Senluo Medallion!"
He had a Senluo Medallion in his hand. It had been given to him by Minghui.
Minghui had told Nie Tian that the original owner of the Senluo Medallion was the Senluo Seven Nights.
"The Senluo Seven Nights wants to see me?" Nie Tian thought inwardly, and his expression could not help but change.
It looked like the Senluo Seven Nights knew of his existence as soon as he set foot in the Senluo Ghost Region.
"Yes, Xiao Seven wants to see you." The masked cultivator guessed what Nie Tian thought was thinking. He sniggered and suddenly took off his mask, revealing a delicate face.
"You …" Nie Tian could not help but be stunned when he saw the man take off his mask. He was momentarily speechless.
The man seemed very young, only in his early thirties, but his true age should be around two hundred thousand years old.
Overgods could live for four to five hundred thousand years.
It was not strange for an Overgod over two hundred thousand years old to have a young face.
"This mask is too intimidating. I don't like it," the man laughed and directly threw the mask away.
Nie Tian and the others were stunned. The man did not seem so dangerous after taking off his mask. Instead, he seemed very amiable and modest.
"Brother, let's go. It's not good to make Xiao Seven wait for too long," the man laughed and said indifferently.
Nie Tian's eyes flickered. The Xiao Seven the man mentioned must be the Senluo Seven Nights.
It seemed like this guy was not a subordinate of the Senluo Seven Nights, but a friend.
"What if I don't go?" Nie Tian thought for a moment and said with a deep voice.
He did not have much time. He only had three days, so he did not want to waste it on other things.
Even if he had the Senluo Medallion, he did not expect the Senluo Seven Nights to completely fall out with the Ghost King Palace for him.
The Senluo Hall and the Ghost King Palace were the two peak forces in the Senluo Ghost Region. How could the Senluo Seven Nights start a war with the Ghost King Palace for a stranger?
"Sorry, you have no choice. You must go with me," the man smiled faintly. His calm voice carried an undefiable dominance.
Nie Tian frowned and his face could not help but darken.
This guy was too powerful. Mo Yuanwei and the others were not his opponent at all.
If Nie Tian insisted on not going, he would probably anger him.
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