Rebuild the Ming Cult!
Gong Biluo knew that with Mo Wen's talent, that day would come sooner or later.
"What do you want to say?"
Jun Wulei looked at Demoness Gong strangely. There was a hidden meaning in her words, but she stopped herself. This was not in line with Demoness Gong's character.
"Ming Cult! Do you remember? "Demoness Gong looked at the young man who was fighting the Patriarch of the Jiang Clan, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.
"Ming Cult!"
Jun Wulei's body shook, and his expression turned serious. The clan members did not dare to forget the history of the clan for even a moment. The Ming Clan was a name that all the descendants of the Gao Clan had to remember.
However, only the members of the Gao Family knew the origins of the Gao Family. Very few outsiders knew about it. A large part of the reason why the Gao Family and the Gong Family could be friends for generations was that the two families had a deep relationship with the Ming Cult.
He did not know why Demoness Gong would suddenly mention the glorious cult that had disappeared a few hundred years ago. Could it be that Mo Wen was related to the Ming Cult?
"If the Ming Cult reappears, what will the Gao family's attitude be?"
Demoness Gong said nonchalantly. Jun Wulei was the future clan leader of the Gao Clan. His attitude usually represented the attitude of the Gao Clan.
"Ming Cult has reappeared?"
Jun Wulei blinked his eyes and looked at Gong Biluo strangely. Then, he shook his head indifferently. "That's almost impossible. Back then, the ancestors of the Gao Clan and the Gong Clan had tried, but they all failed."
As for the matter of rebuilding the Ming Cult, the Gao Family and the Gong Family had this idea many years ago, but reality proved that it was impossible for them to succeed.
In reality, although the Ming Cult had been destroyed in history, it had been a colossus in the past. The powers scattered in the ancient martial arts world were uncountable. Their Gao Clan and Gong Clan were only a small part of it.
Now, the forces that had spread out were all in charge of their own areas. After hundreds of years of development, the situation was no longer the same as it was in the past. Very few of the forces that had split off from the Ming Cult still had any sense of belonging to the Ming Cult.
How could a man who had lost his faith and was in a state of disunity bring them together again?
Jun Wulei didn't understand why the Witch White Palace mentioned this. Did she intend to rebuild the Ming Cult? However, even if both of them had broken through to the Golden Core Realm, it was almost impossible for them to do this.
The size of the Ming Cult was unimaginable to ordinary people. Even now, a few hundred years later, it was still difficult for ordinary ancient martial arts influences to match up to it. The number of Ming Cult branches that were not inferior to the Gao Clan could not be counted on one hand. However, they were not like the Gao family and the Gong family, who had always regarded the Ming Cult as their religion. Instead, they had completely forgotten about the Ming Cult.
Once the Ming Cult was reestablished, it would be opposed and suppressed by them.
"Maybe someone can succeed."
For some unknown reason, Demoness Gong believed that Mo Wen had that ability. He had given her too many surprises. What they couldn't do, it didn't mean that Mo Wen couldn't do it. This was because he had the orthodox inheritance of the Ming Cult. He had the righteousness that they did not have. The Nine Yin Divine Technique had reappeared in the world. It was a flag that no one could replace.
In the ancient martial arts world, there would always be some influences that had split off from the Ming Cult. They were persistent and had faith in the Ming Cult, so Mo Wen's appearance would become the pillar of their faith.
Moreover, he was a genius who could cultivate two divine skills at the same time. His talent was comparable to the legendary cult leader of the Ming Cult. Who dared to say that he couldn't create a miracle and glory?
"You aren't counting on Mo Wen, are you?"
Jun Wulei looked at Demoness Gong speechlessly. Even if you like him, you don't have to have so much confidence in him. Some of the influences that had split off from the Ming Cult were far more powerful than the Gao Clan. The so-called Ten Great Sects of the ancient martial arts world paled in comparison to those influences.
Back then, when the Gong Clan and the Gao Clan were at their strongest, they couldn't do it. Could Mo Wen do it?
Demoness Gong didn't say anything. She stood with her hands behind her back. Her eyes looked at Mo Wen quietly. She was as quiet as a lotus.
…
In the square, Mo Wen's shocking punch had forced the Jiang Clan's patriarch to retreat. His figure flashed, and he caught up with him once again.
"Brat, I have lived for almost two hundred years. This is the first time I have met such a monstrous youth like you."
The expression of the Jiang Clan's patriarch turned completely ugly. Not only was this youth's Cultivation close to the later stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm, but his combat ability was astonishing. He had also mastered many powerful martial arts teachings, which were not below the Absolute Rank.
Although he was young, his attacks were seasoned and had rich combat experience. His grasp of strength was not below that of the patriarch.
He had lived for one or two hundred years, while Mo Wen was just a youth. No matter how monstrous his talent was, or how fast his practice was, the depth of his understanding of a realm was definitely not comparable to that of a person who had studied for one or two hundred years.
However, this did not apply to Mo Wen. He did not seem to be facing a youth expert. Instead, he seemed to be facing a martial arts grandmaster who had been practicing for a long time.
Those profound Absolute Rank martial arts teachings were difficult for others to practice in their entire lives. However, Mo Wen seemed to be able to practice them easily. How could the Jiang Clan's patriarch not be shocked?
The youth of the Wang Clan was actually so monstrous.
He had lived for almost two hundred years! Mo Wen was shocked. Could this old man be the reincarnation of a tortoise? Although the lifespan of an ancient martial arts practitioner was much longer than that of a normal person, especially an ancient martial arts practitioner in the Embryonic Breathing realm, under normal circumstances, almost all of them could live for more than a hundred years.
However, two hundred years was still a terrifying number! After all, ancient martial arts practitioners were not immortal cultivators, so they did not have the ability to fight against fate.
No wonder this old man had Cultivation at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm. After living for more than two hundred years, even a pig could have extraordinary achievements!
"Old thing, you already have one foot in the coffin, yet you still like to meddle in other people's business. Let me send you on your way."
Mo Wen let out a long roar, his voice reverberating in all directions. The terrifying power of the Soul Shuddering Demonic Sound directly tore the ground apart, causing cracks to appear on the surrounding ground. Using sound waves to affect matter, the depth of the realm was unimaginable to a normal person.
The Jiang Clan's patriarch stood in the center of the explosion of the sound waves. His clothes fluttered in the wind as he retreated step by step, withstanding the terrifying sound waves. He took a big step forward and punched out fiercely.
Square Fist!
The Dafang Sect's famous martial arts teachings were now being unleashed by the Jiang Clan's patriarch. The surrounding space seemed to be distorting as it crazily compressed Mo Wen's body.
Mo Wen was not afraid. His golden body blazed, and he directly used his flesh to smash the surrounding wall of pressure. Like a golden missile, he punched the Jiang Clan's patriarch and sent him flying again.
Although his cultivation was still not comparable to the Jiang Clan's patriarch's, his martial arts teachings were inherited from the Ming Cult. How could a normal ancient martial arts faction's inheritance possibly be a match for him?
The Jiang Clan's patriarch's Qi and blood surged as he looked at Mo Wen in shock. It was not as if he was facing a person, but rather a humanoid machine.
Mo Wen's strength forced him to fight with all his might.
The Jiang Clan's patriarch used the force of Mo Wen's punch to retreat a few hundred meters in a flash, standing on top of a palace hall.
Mo Wen chased after him, not giving in an inch.
"Little b * stard, even if I have to die with you today, I will not hesitate."
The Jiang Clan's patriarch seemed to be enraged. He let out a long roar and raised his hand. A formless wave spread out with him as the center.
The next moment, the sound of a sword suddenly rang out from within the building complex. The sound was crisp and clear. Even from thousands of meters away, one could feel a sharp, murderous aura.
A beam of white sword light shot up into the sky, traversing the empty space and landing in the hands of the Jiang Clan's patriarch.
It was a longsword. It was five feet long and as wide as a finger. Its design was simple and unadorned, and there were strange patterns and runes flashing on it. It was constantly emitting a sharp aura, as if it could even cut the space apart.
"What a frightening sword! What kind of sword is that?"
On a cliff far away, Hu Qiongqi looked at the longsword in the hands of the Jiang Clan's patriarch in shock. Even from such a distance, he could feel the terror of the sword. A sense of danger uncontrollably welled up in his heart. It was as if the sword could easily kill him.
"I can also feel the threat of that sword. What kind of weapon is that? I don't think even the weapons sold by the Huatian Palace are so terrifying, right?"
A glint of fear flashed in Hu Guiyuan's eyes. He looked at the longsword with some fear. That sword could definitely kill a strong practitioner in the Embryonic Breathing realm. Even if Jiang Quangui had this sword, he would most likely be able to directly challenge a later stage Embryonic Breathing realm ancient martial art practitioner.
Fortunately, he had been trying his best to bear with it, so he had not offended the Jiang Clan in any way.
"That sword is so scary!"
On another cliff, Ruan Feixia subconsciously shivered. A creepy feeling welled up in her heart. She could deeply feel the threat and terror of that sword!
Moreover, it was so far away, and it was not targeted at her. If it had been Mo Wen's position, she was afraid that her legs would have turned to jelly and she would not have been able to stand steadily.
"That's strange. I have never heard of the Dafang Sect having such a longsword."
The graceful, beautiful woman drew in a cold breath. Her eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. As the Yanxia Sect Leader, she naturally knew many things that others did not. However, she had never known that the Dafang Sect actually had such a divine sword. It had never appeared before.
All along, the Yanxia Sect had been known as the number one ancient martial arts influence in the series of the three big mountain ranges. However, after the appearance of this mysterious person in the Dafang Sect, the position of the Yanxia Sect had been shaken. Now, such a terrifying divine sword had appeared, which could almost directly threaten the Yanxia Sect.
On the other side of the huge rock, the Taoist priests all looked nervous. The Dafang Sect's heritage had almost exceeded everyone's expectations.
…
"Huh!"
Mo Wen had also noticed the longsword in the hands of the Jiang Clan Patriarch at almost the same time. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It was not an ordinary sword, but a longsword that could only be refined in the Immortal Cultivation world. There were stratagems and rune techniques carved on it. Its power was shocking, and it had supernatural abilities.
Moreover, this sword was not simple. In the Immortal Cultivation world, it was almost equivalent to a spiritual weapon. Moreover, it was in a damaged state.
Mo Wen could naturally tell at a glance that the sword was not complete and had been damaged a lot. It could only unleash 10 to 20 percent of its power. However, even so, it was still a very shocking thing in the ancient martial arts world.
"You are the third person to make me use the Ming Jiang Sword."
The Jiang Clan Patriarch looked at Mo Wen with a gloomy expression. He was prepared to use the power of this sword to kill Mo Wen in one blow. This was because he had discovered that with his own ability, he could not do anything to Mo Wen, let alone kill him. (To be continued.)
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