Mo Wen glanced at the immortal cultivators kneeling in the great hall and shook his head helplessly. Even though he had the absolute advantage, he could not exact revenge on them as he pleased. This was the helplessness of an ordinary immortal cultivator.
If he had a background like Jian Qiu and Su Li, he most likely would not even need to consider this problem right now.
"Xiaoman, let them go," Mo Wen said plainly. The enmity between him and these people was not irreconcilable. There was no need for them to be as incompatible as fire and water.
There was doubt in Xiaoman's eyes. These people had almost killed Big Brother Mo before. Why was Big Brother Mo letting them go now?
However, Xiaoman was still more obedient to Mo Wen.
Hearing this, she did not say much.
"All of you go. If Big Brother Mo had not pleaded for you, none of you would have left this place," Xiaoman said with a cold expression.
She extended her small hand and pointed forward. A passageway suddenly appeared in the great hall. The passageway stretched across the entire Corpse God's Mausoleum and connected to the outside of the mausoleum. Everywhere it passed was not affected by the Corpse God's Mausoleum at all.
At the same time, the towering pressure above the great hall slowly dissipated. After the pressure faded, many immortal cultivators collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The towering pressure was too terrifying. If they had been suppressed under that pressure, most likely the people here would have gone insane.
However, Yun Xiaoman's words made all of them ecstatic.
Let them go? They did not have to die anymore!
What was supposed to be a situation of certain death had turned around. Mo Wen had taken the initiative to let them go. One could imagine how excited he was.
Many of these immortal cultivators looked guilty. It was indeed disgraceful to end up in such a sorry state. In the end, it was their opponents who had taken revenge for them. Only then did they manage to keep their lives.
"Mo Wen, I, Shi Dongsheng, also owe you a life. We will meet again."
Shi Dongsheng glanced at Mo Wen. After saying this, he turned and stepped into the space passageway. His expression was as cold and hard as ever.
Chu Wuwei looked deeply at Mo Wen. Without saying anything, he turned and left.
Many immortal cultivators looked at Mo Wen with gratitude. No matter what the reason was, Mo Wen was indeed magnanimous to let them go at this time.
They were merely fighting over treasures and did not have a deep grudge against Mo Wen. After this incident, many of them felt that they owed Mo Wen a favor.
Of course, there were also people who didn't appreciate it, but there were very few of them. Only two or three people still had hostility in their eyes.
The grateful gazes made Mo Wen's expression soften quite a bit. Perhaps, letting them go was not a bad thing.
Zhuang Qixian glanced at Mo Wen. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word to Mo Wen. He turned around and walked towards the passageway. The moment he turned around, his eyes flashed with intense jealousy and hatred.
Jealousy and extreme imbalance were often more terrifying than hatred. A normal person's hatred could be resolved, they could shake hands and make up, and the enmity could be erased with a smile. But if he was a psychopath, a person who had been blinded by jealousy, then there was no reason to reason with him.
Mo Wen looked at Zhuang Qixian's back and shook his head slightly. How could he not see the enmity in Zhuang Qixian's gaze?
"Mo Wen, we will meet again!"
Nangong Mingzhu and Nangong Lengfeng, the uncle and nephew, also walked into the passageway. They were the most calm and at ease among this group of people. After all, they had not done anything to Mo Wen, so they were not afraid of him.
"Xiaoman, I didn't expect you to have changed so much."
After everyone had left, Mo Wen looked at Yun Xiaoman with some emotion. From Yun Xiaoman, he saw many qualities that only immortal cultivators had. In the past, she might have just been an ordinary little girl, but now, she was an immortal cultivator who could survive in the Immortal Cultivation world, where the strong preyed on the weak.
"Big Brother Mo, do you think that I have become bad?" Yun Xiaoman lowered her head slightly. In order to survive, she had unknowingly become more and more unlike herself.
After being captured and brought to the Sorcerer Clan, many experiences told her that if she did not change, she would only die.
"Xiaoman did not become bad. Instead, she became stronger." Mo Wen shook his head.
Gu Jingman smiled and said, "Silly girl, can't you see that your Big Brother Mo is saying this because his heart aches for you? You don't even know how much effort your Big Brother Mo had to put in to find you, "Gu Jingman said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Yun Xiaoman's little face. Unknowingly, her eyes reddened again.
Only now did she understand why she could meet Big Brother Mo here. Big Brother Mo had been looking for her. The gap between the Source World and the Ancestral Sorcerer Battlefield could not be crossed. Ordinary people could not cross it in their lifetime, but Big Brother Mo had come here to find her.
Yun Xiaoman bit her lip. Her nose was a little sore, and two streams of tears fell uncontrollably.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the entire Corpse God's Mausoleum shook wildly. A large number of divine characters appeared from the mausoleum and then intertwined together like a large net, slowly wrapping the Corpse God's Mausoleum up.
"Big Brother Mo, the Corpse God's Mausoleum is about to return to its initial state. At that time, I will not be able to control the prohibitions here. We must leave immediately," Yun Xiaoman said, her expression changing slightly.
Yun Xiaoman's expression changed slightly. Her cultivation was too low and she could not completely control the stratagem prohibitions here. Once this place was activated, it would return to its original state. This was the time when the defense of the Corpse God's Mausoleum was the tightest. If she did not leave immediately, she would be trapped here until she died.
Yun Xiaoman made a gesture. The next moment, a beam of white light enveloped Mo Wen and Gu Jingman. With a flash of light, the three of them disappeared from the main hall.
Not long after, the entire Corpse God's Mausoleum was plunged into endless darkness.
Outside, the immortal cultivators who were still lingering in the square of the statue were all thrown out by a mysterious power. All the immortal cultivators who remained in the Corpse God's Mausoleum, whether they were in the periphery or inside, were all eliminated.
On a mountain ridge in the Ten Thousand Stele Ridge, a beam of white light flashed slightly. The next moment, three silhouettes appeared. They were Mo Wen, Gu Jingman, and Mo Wen.
Right now, the location of the Corpse God's Mausoleum had already been enveloped by beams of divine light that pierced through the heavens and the earth. No one could enter that area anymore.
"Mo Wen, you finally came out!"
A cold voice sounded from afar. In the sky above, endless Qi of Sword covered the heavens and the earth. Like flickering lights and passing shadows, they flew over in an instant.
All the Qi of Sword slowly gathered together and a figure dressed in white appeared from the sword light.
It was none other than the successor of the Way of the Sword, Jian Qiu.
Other than that, a beam of colorful light appeared on the horizon in another direction. It was like a colorful cloud that covered the heavens and the earth. It was slow and leisurely, but in reality, its speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it appeared here.
"Jian Qiu, Su Li!"
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the two of them. He had just come out of the Corpse God's Mausoleum when he was blocked by the two of them. It was obvious that they had been waiting for him.
(To be continued.)
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