The valley's protective stratagem was broken. A stratagem that could block a Tide Changing Realm cultivator could not block a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator's attack.
Lightning flashed in the sky. Because the light shroud was broken, the valley was completely exposed.
"Attack! Leave no one alive," Kui Qianmo said coldly.
The hundred cultivators heard him and immediately rushed forward. The spiritual light of their treasures flashed between heaven and earth. A terrifying power swept down like a storm.
Against such an attack, the entire valley would be razed to the ground.
However, before the attacks landed, a huge Tai Chi diagram illusion appeared in the sky. All the attacks were silently frozen in the sky, as though they were imprisoned by an invisible force.
At the same time, a youth walked out slowly and stood in the sky.
The attacks of hundreds of cultivators were frozen by one person. The scene was rather shocking. The cultivators were all shocked. They realized that their treasures were frozen and could not be retrieved.
When he saw the Tai Chi diagram, Kui Qianmo knew something was wrong. To be able to freeze the attacks of hundreds of cultivators, even he could not do it. He had never seen such a magical power before.
Kui Qianmo's eyes narrowed as he looked at Mo Wen. "Who are you?"
"Why do you care?" Mo Wen said plainly.
"Friend, no matter who you are, no matter which tribe you are from, you will not have a good ending if you interfere in a tribal war," Kui Qianmo said coldly.
Kui Qianmo said coldly. He kept thinking about the origin of this person. There didn't seem to be such a person in the 72 tribes alliance. This youth gave him a feeling that he was as deep as the sea. He was not an ordinary person.
Could it be that he was an expert hidden by another tribe? Otherwise, it was impossible that he did not know.
Before this, this youth was sitting opposite Hu Luxiao. However, Kui Qianmo did not pay attention to him. All his attention was on Hu Luxiao.
Only now did he know that this youth was not simple. Could it be that he was an expert secretly trained by Hu Yang Tribe?
"You should think about whether you will have a good ending first."
Mo Wen looked at Kui Qianmo mockingly. There was a flash of golden light in his hand, and an ancient longsword that was burning with flames appeared in his hand. A vast and deep terrifying aura emanated from the sword. The entire heaven and earth were enveloped by a murderous aura.
"Heaven spiritual treasure!" Kui Qianmo's eyes narrowed. This young man actually had a heaven spiritual treasure in his hands. Their Nightmare Ghost Tribe, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, never had such a peerless treasure.
Hu Luhua, who was standing on the mountain peak watching the commotion, also focused his gaze. He knew that Mo Wen had a heaven spiritual treasure, but the heaven spiritual treasure he had seen last time was clearly not this longsword. Instead, it was a lightning spear. He actually had many heavenly spiritual treasures on him. No wonder he wasn't moved by the Dry Serpent Staff at all. Sure enough, the cultivators of the Wildlands couldn't compare to this kind of foreign cultivator.
"Star Shine!"
Rays of starlight lit up on Mo Wen's body. The starlight contained terrifying flames. The Yin Yang Qi completely transformed into Extreme Yang Qi, and endless flames surged out. The entire world seemed to be ignited by the golden flames.
Mo Wen was like a god of war amidst the flames. With a casual swing of his sword, the Sacred Fire Sword suddenly enlarged a thousand times. It was as though it was taller than a mountain peak. Starlight circled around it as it furiously slashed towards Kui Qianmo.
Kui Qianmo felt that it was difficult for him to breathe. His body was tense and his eyes were filled with shock. There was a faint look of fear on his face.
He didn't dare to take the attack head-on. The power of the attack was enough to kill him. Who exactly was he? He was actually so terrifying!
Kui Qianmo was so scared that his face turned pale. His silhouette transformed into a dark green light and he wanted to escape. In an instant, he had flown a few hundred miles away.
However, the huge flame sword followed him like a shadow. No matter how far he escaped, the distance between the two of them was constantly shrinking.
"Sir, please be merciful. If you kill me, I'll kill you. If you kill me, you will be punished by the Alliance. "
Kui Qianmo realized that he couldn't escape. He shouted loudly with a pale face.
Even in his dreams, he would never have imagined that there was such a terrifying existence hidden in the Ula Tribe. How could such a person appear in a small tribe like the Ula Tribe?
Mo Wen didn't care about Kui Qianmo at all. The Sacred Fire Sword continued to pursue him and then slashed down.
The terrifying attack directly tore apart the protective power on Kui Qianmo's body. The huge flame sword suddenly stood on Kui Qianmo's body.
Kui Qianmo roared angrily. The terrifying sword contained an unparalleled terrifying power. It could destroy his body, organs, tissues, flesh … inch by inch, turning them into ashes. If his Primordial Soul didn't escape in time, it would most likely be turned into nothingness under the terrifying power.
He definitely couldn't let such an attack completely land on him. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.
"Damn it! Kui Ghost Hundred Transformation Technique!"
Kui Qianmo roared angrily. Streaks of dark green fog emerged from his body. As the fog changed, Kui Qianmo's body also changed. In the end, it was as if he had completely turned into fog. He actually kept changing like the thick fog, never having a fixed shape.
The Sacred Fire Sword slashed down, slashing on the mass of fog.
The mass of fog suddenly shrank and expanded, stretching and shrinking. It seemed to want to reduce the power on the Sacred Fire Sword.
However, the power on the Sacred Fire Sword was so terrifying. How could it be reduced so easily? The dark green fog continued to reduce, turning into ashes under the power of the Sacred Fire Sword.
"You can't even block a single move. Big Brother Mo Wen's cultivation seems to be much higher."
There was also shock in Hu Lulou's eyes. His cultivation was about the same as Kui Qianmo's. He thought that he could be ranked among the top in the beginning stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm. However, Mo Wen's casual sword still gave him a deep shock.
"Kui Qianmo's Kui Ghost Tribe Technique is a good life-saving remarkable power. Unfortunately, he encountered a cultivator like Mo Wen. The difference is too great. He most likely won't be able to escape this."
Hu Lulou shook his head. This time, the Kui Ghost Tribe could be said to have failed miserably. Who would have thought that the Ula Tribe would actually be related to such a terrifying cultivator? If he hadn't met Mo Wen in the Shangyang Territory, he most likely would have been kept in the dark as well.
The dark green fog kept changing. As it blocked the Sacred Fire Sword, it became smaller and smaller. After the sword, the size of the fog was already less than a tenth of its original size.
The thick fog twisted and Kui Qianmo's figure appeared again. His face was pale and he looked listless.
That sword had almost severed the vitality in his body. If it wasn't for the Kui Ghost Hundred Transformation Technique that was good at life-saving, he most likely would have died under that sword.
"Sir, please spare me."
Kui Qianmo's eyes were pleading. Right now, he didn't know what he was feeling. Right now, he really wanted to slap himself and scold himself for being stupid. There had to be a reason why a small tribe like the Ula Tribe dared to kill his son so casually. Yet, he actually hadn't discovered it. Instead, he had led his people to attack aggressively.
Just now, when he saw Hu Lulou sitting leisurely in the Ula Tribe, he should have realized that something was wrong. Unfortunately, his preconceived notions caused him to not take the Ula Tribe seriously at all.
Mo Wen was expressionless. He waved his sword again, completely ignoring Kui Qianmo's pleas for mercy. The terrifying huge sword swept over again, seemingly wanting to tear the heavens and the earth apart.
"No … No …"
Kui Qianmo screamed. The terror in his eyes was extreme. He fled like a madman. The first sword had almost killed him. He couldn't block the second sword at all.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he struggled, it was futile. The Sacred Fire Sword swept past and Kui Qianmo's atomized body completely turned into ashes.
A streak of black light flew out from the ashes and fled in panic, not knowing where to go in its panic.
However, a huge ice hand seemed to have been waiting in front of him. It grabbed the Primordial Soul in its hand. A terrifying Cold Qi spread from the palm and instantly froze Kui Qianmo's Primordial Soul.
Mo Wen stretched out his hand and waved. The ice hand quietly dissipated, and the Primordial Soul that was sealed in ice landed in his hand.
The Primordial Soul was only two inches tall. Its appearance was exactly the same as Kui Qianmo's. The only difference was that the Primordial Soul was not wearing any clothes. Right now, it was sealed in a black crystal. Its face was stiff, and there was deep fear and despair in its eyes.
Mo Wen casually placed Kui Qianmo's Primordial Soul into the medicine spiritual ring. The Primordial Soul of a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator was a rare item. Some heretic cultivators liked to use Primordial Souls to refine treasures, puppets, and even pills.
Of course, Mo Wen wouldn't learn those heretic methods. However, if he sold the Primordial Soul of a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator to others, he could sell it for a high price. Even if he didn't sell it, he could also let the Immemorial Heavenly Serpent's remnant soul devour it.
As Mo Wen put away Kui Qianmo's Primordial Soul, the Ula Tribe was in an unparalleled shock.
With one move, Mo Wen had actually scared Kui Qianmo so much that he fled and almost died. With two moves, Mo Wen had completely killed a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator, destroying both his body and soul. Even his Primordial Soul had been captured.
The Ula Tribe cultivators all felt as though they were in a dream. When did the Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators, who were usually as powerful as gods, become so weak and fragile? The crushing power of absolute power was too shocking.
Zha Man Han stared blankly at the youth's silhouette in the sky. His lips trembled slightly. What kind of existence was that?
Zha Man Han clenched her fists tightly. There was an infinite light in her eyes. That imposing silhouette had already been deeply imprinted in her heart. She used all the strength in her body to clench her fists tightly. If she had such power, would her tribe still be bullied by others? Would her life still be interfered with by others and not be able to make her own decisions? Would there still be people who looked down on them?
Right now, there was a raging flame in Zha Man's heart. She wanted to become stronger. She definitely wanted to become an indomitable strong practitioner like Mo Wen.
Even though Hu Luhua already knew how terrifying Mo Wen was, he still couldn't help but feel his soul tremble at that moment. He felt uneasy all over. An immortal cultivator was most afraid of having their Primordial Soul captured by others. That would be a fate worse than death.
Could it be that this Mo Wen was a later stage Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator? It was impossible for an ordinary intermediate stage Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator to be so terrifying.
The cultivators of the Kui Ghost Tribe all stood rooted to the ground. Their faces were ashen. They were in disbelief, panic, fear, despair, indecision …
The tribe leader had died at the hands of someone else in just a few moves. They had never felt so powerless and insignificant.
(To be continued.)
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