Rumble!
The grey-robed dead spirit was sent flying, crashing into the mountain. Boulders tumbled down and the mountain collapsed.
Mo Wen gripped the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear and stepped forward. The terrifying power of thunder emitted waves, causing the mountain below to collapse. The aura of a single person was enough to destroy mountains.
However, the spirit mountains on the Nine Spirits Road were protected by the rules of the world. Even if they were completely destroyed, they would recover in a few days.
"How is this possible? You weren't this strong before. "
The grey-robed dead spirit climbed out of the rubble and looked at Mo Wen in shock. It had paid attention to this youth before and concluded that he was no threat. However, after exchanging blows, it realized that this youth was ridiculously strong.
It was strange. The grey-robed dead spirit stared at Mo Wen. It felt that this youth's aura was somewhat unusual.
"Your Primordial Soul isn't strong. Why aren't you affected by the Roar of the Dead Spirit?" The grey-robed dead spirit looked at Mo Wen, puzzled. The most powerful part of its attack just now was the Roar of the Dead Spirit. If one's will was not strong enough and their Primordial Soul was not strong enough, they would be trapped in the terrifying environment it had created. However, this youth was not affected at all. He had sobered up in an instant and blocked its scythe.
Mo Wen's Primordial Soul cultivation was comparable to that of a beginning stage Tide Changing Realm cultivator, but for the grey-robed dead spirit, it was indeed not strong enough. This was because the dead spirit was a spirit body, and it was best at attacking the Primordial Soul and mind of others. Even a cultivator with great attainment at the Tide Changing Realm would not dare say that he was unaffected by its Roar of the Dead Spirit.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are very long-winded?" Mo Wen said coldly.
The Multicolor Queen had merged into his body, giving him not only cultivation but also soul power. Right now, whether it was his cultivation, Primordial Soul, or even his body, they were all exceptionally strong. There were almost no flaws.
"You're looking for death." The grey-robed dead spirit had not expected this human to dare to look down on it so much. If not for the fact that it was suppressed by the rules of the world here and could only use less than a ten-thousandth of its power, it could have crushed this arrogant human with one finger.
"Glory of Thunder, Thunder Fury Strike."
"Glory of Wind, Wind Fury Strike."
"Glory of Cloud, Cloud Illusion Strike."
The Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in Mo Wen's hand transformed into a sky full of spear shadows. In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color as the wind and clouds gathered. A terrifying force swept across the Ninth Spirit Mountain.
After merging with the Heart of Multicolor, Mo Wen's comprehension also exploded. In an instant, he actually comprehended the esoteric rule of wind and the esoteric rule of cloud. He also comprehended the fourth level of the Glory of Wind, the Fury of Wind Strike, and the fourth level of the Glory of Cloud, the Cloud Illusion Strike.
He had finally mastered the first stage of the three Glory techniques.
Boom boom boom!
The grey-robed dead spirit was very strong, comparable to a human cultivator at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm. However, right now, it was almost completely suppressed and beaten up by Mo Wen. Its dead spirit body was broken by Mo Wen again and again. Its body was becoming fainter and fainter, as if it could be completely destroyed at any moment.
"To think that someone actually managed to pass the Ninth Spirit Mountain."
The grey-robed dead spirit held the crimson sickle and looked at Mo Wen helplessly. It knew that it was no match for this human youth.
It was the famous Lord of Dead Spirits in ancient times. Because it had committed too many evil deeds, it was later captured by the Creation Sect and imprisoned here to guard the Ninth Spirit Mountain. Since ancient times, no one had been able to pass through its hands. The Ninth Spirit Mountain was a natural moat for all the cultivators who came for the trial.
Who would have thought that someone could actually do something that no one in ancient times could do?
It was a pity that its memories were sealed. Otherwise, how could a mere human defeat it?
The Lord of Dead Spirits had Path Integration Realm cultivation in ancient times. It was a pity that its memories were sealed and it had completely forgotten its understanding of the Heavenly Path. Otherwise, a Path Integration Realm powerhouse would be able to easily kill this human even if his cultivation was one realm lower, let alone having an advantage in terms of cultivation.
Indeed, if the Lord of Dead Spirits' memories were not sealed, it would definitely be able to recognize that Mo Wen possessed the power of the Heart of Multicolor.
"Human, you win. Since ancient times, you are the first person to pass through me."
The grey-robed dead spirit slowly put down its sickle. If it continued to fight, this body of its would definitely be destroyed. Although it did not matter to it and it could congeal another body at any time, it was meaningless for it to continue resisting.
"Mo Wen, when you get out, please treat Multicolor well. She will be the most trustworthy partner in your life. Also, she is the first cultivator in our ancient land to transcend. The dragon returns to the sea and the phoenix soars the nine heavens. Her achievements in the future will definitely be extraordinary. "
In the distance, the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King smiled and sincerely wished the two of them well. From the words of the grey-robed dead spirit, they already knew that the ancestor of Multicolor had probably failed when she made it to the ninth stage. Actually, they had already guessed this outcome. After all, the dead spirit blocking their way was too strong. Not everyone had the Heart of Multicolor. It could be said that Multicolor was the first living being in the ancient land to transcend.
The bloodlines and legacies of the ancient land's Three Great Kings were rather extraordinary. Because of this, their lifespans were rather long. If they did not die prematurely, living for hundreds of thousands of years would not be a problem. An ordinary human Tide Changing Realm cultivator could live for two thousand years. The Multicolor Queen had hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation. Once she transcended, she would not be restricted by the rules of the world and would definitely soar.
Although the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King had not been able to make it out, they could die without regrets if they could see the Multicolor Queen do it. At least they had fought. At least one of them had won.
But Mo Wen shook his head and said calmly, "Ink Scaled King and Jade Xiu King, both of you come as well."
He had said that since he had brought them in, he would definitely bring them out.
"Mo Wen, don't let your emotions affect your decisions."
The Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King had not expected that Mo Wen would actually invite them over when they had absolutely succeeded. Once they went over, the power of the dead spirit guarding the mountain would double again. It was very likely that what had been a success would end up being a failure.
"Mo Wen, if the cultivation of the dead spirit guarding the mountain were to double, you would most likely not be its match. You should go. Don't bother about us anymore. "
The Jade Xiu King said lightly, but a look of deep gratitude flashed in his eyes. How many people could do this?
"Mo Wen, get lost. I get annoyed just looking at you. I'm not afraid to tell you that I've liked Multicolor since I was young. It's been hundreds of thousands of years since then. You'd better get out of my sight immediately, you love rival. I, Old Mo, will not accept your kindness even if I die. "
The Ink Scaled King looked up at the sky and laughed three times. He had always been carefree, daring to love and hate. When he looked at Mo Wen again, the resentment in his eyes had quietly disappeared. Perhaps it was not without reason that Multicolor had chosen him. He just wanted her to live a happy life.
"That's not just my intention. It's also Multicolor's. You've known each other for hundreds of thousands of years. You should understand her feelings."
Mo Wen slowly touched his heart. When the two of them had merged, their minds were connected. Multicolor also did not want to give up on her two good friends. If they gave it their all now, there might still be a chance of success. If they did not, they would be separated by life and death.
When the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King heard this, they both fell silent and did not speak for a long time. Friends who could go through thick and thin together were true friends who could go through thick and thin together. He had already transcended, but he still thought about them. It could be said that his feelings were deep.
"We're dignified kings. Can you not be so pretentious? Come on, since we've come together, let's leave together. "
Mo Wen said with a faint smile. The Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King were both rare people who were open and honest. They were people who valued relationships. He would not easily give up on such friends.
Since they'd come together, let's leave together!
The Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King looked at each other and nodded solemnly. They said, "If that's the case, then let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, then we'll back out."
"That's how a man should be." Mo Wen laughed. He stood in the air like an undefeatable god of war.
As the Ink Scaled King and the Jade Xiu King entered the Ninth Spirit Mountain's range, the aura of the grey-robed dead spirit immediately grew stronger and doubled.
"Haha! You're practically asking for death. You're asking for it. Asking for death! Asking for death in all sorts of ways! "
The dead spirit guarding the mountain laughed as it sensed its power skyrocketing. It had thought that it would not be able to eat Mo Wen's delicious flesh and blood, but in the end, they were asking for death in all sorts of ways.
Its cultivation had doubled, and the dead spirit guarding the mountain was unprecedentedly confident.
With four times its cultivation, the dead spirit guarding the mountain was indeed unbelievably strong. But Mo Wen was also changing. A brilliant rainbow light exploded from his body, and his body grew instantly. It was the Celestial Body.
At this moment, a layer of rainbow divine light condensed on the surface of the Celestial Body. There were colorful runes on his skin, and his battle armor became more and more magnificent.
"Tide of Dead Spirits."
After the dead spirit guarding the mountain's cultivation had doubled, not only did its power skyrocket, but it could also unleash an even more terrifying remarkable power. The Tide of Dead Spirits was a rather terrifying technique among the dead spirits. Usually, only dead spirits at the Supreme Profundity Realm could unleash it. But the dead spirit guarding the mountain was once the Lord of Dead Spirits, so it could unleash it at the Tide Changing Realm.
The dead spirit guarding the mountain's body kept splitting. One split into two, two split into four … In an instant, the world was filled with the figures of dead spirits.
The endless dead spirits turned into a tide and surged toward Mo Wen.
The Tide of Dead Spirits could directly take away a cultivator's soul. Even a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator would have no choice but to retreat if they encountered it. The slightest carelessness could lead to death.
The dead spirit guarding the mountain was clearly not going to give Mo Wen a way out. It immediately unleashed its most powerful attack.
"Divine Sword of Primordial Soul."
Two beams of light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. The next moment, endless formless sword ripples spread out in all directions. The dead spirits in the world were constantly being killed. The sword ripples swept past, and everywhere they passed was instantly cleared away.
The Tide of Dead Spirits was indeed a remarkable power that could threaten the Supreme Profundity Realm. It seemed that no matter how hard it killed, it would not be able to kill them all. The faster the Primordial Soul transformed sword killed, the faster the dead spirits were born. Wave after wave of dead spirits surged over, and very soon, they would drown Mo Wen.
However, the Tide of Dead Spirits was an attack that directly targeted the Primordial Soul. No matter how strong Mo Wen's Celestial Body was, it was useless.
"Oh no, damn it!"
The Jade Xiu King's expression changed drastically. He had not expected that the dead spirit guarding the mountain would actually be able to unleash such a terrifying Tide of Dead Spirits. Now, it was too late for him to retreat even if he wanted to. Because the Tide of Dead Spirits was not only targeting Mo Wen, but also them.
(To be continued.)
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