When the Sacred Flame Insignia appeared, there were very few people who could recognize it. However, how could Demoness Gong and Jun Wulei not recognize it?
The seven masses of sacred light represented the most powerful divine objects of the Sacred Cult that had existed for thousands of years!
Demoness Gong was not surprised, as she had long guessed that Mo Wen had obtained the inheritance of the Ming Cult. It was reasonable for the Sacred Flame Insignia to appear.
However, when she saw the seven masses of sacred fire, her heart was still indescribably solemn. It was the most valuable treasure of the Ming Cult that had been passed down for thousands of years. After hundreds of years of silence, it finally showed its brilliance again.
Jun Wulei simply could not believe his eyes. The legendary sacred object had actually appeared in front of him one day. It was simply too unreal.
"What exactly is going on?"
He suddenly looked at Demoness Gong with a burning gaze, finally realizing that she might know something that he did not. Could it be that she already knew about the appearance of the Sacred Flame Insignia?
"The person who holds the Sacred Flame Insignia is the Leader of the Ming Cult. Mo Wen not only practices the Nine Yin Divine Technique, but also the Nine Yang Divine Technique."
Demoness Gong said indifferently. It was just a simple sentence, but she knew that Jun Wulei could understand what it meant.
Jun Wulei inhaled a breath of cold air. His eyes were in a daze, and he could not react for a long time.
The Sacred Flame Insignia and the Nine Yang Divine Technique appeared at the same time. As the successor of the Zuo Ming Wang family, how could he not understand that it meant that the inheritance of the Ming Cult would reappear in the world?
All along, the person who practiced the Nine Yang Divine Technique was the symbol of the Leader of the Ming Cult, because in the Ming Cult, only the Leader was qualified to practice it.
A person who practiced the Nine Yang Divine Technique had appeared in the world, and he also held the Sacred Flame Insignia. After hundreds of years, the Leader of the Ming Cult had finally reappeared!
"You already knew Mo Wen's identity?"
Jun Wulei's eyes shone brightly as he stared at Demoness Gong. He knew very well that if this news were to spread, it would cause a huge commotion.
Previously, he was still wondering why Mo Wen practiced the Nine Yin Divine Technique. Why did he cultivate another martial art? It turned out that the other martial art he cultivated was actually the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Cultivating two divine skills at the same time in the Ming Cult's thousand-year history. In the thousand years of history of the Ming Cult, it had only appeared once.
"No matter what, his future is destined to be extraordinary. As for now, please keep it a secret."
Demoness Gong said plainly. Currently, Mo Wen had yet to fully grow up. If this matter were to spread out, it would have a huge impact on him. As for what Jun Wulei thought of the Ming Cult's Cult Leader who had suddenly appeared, she didn't want to interfere. Everyone had their own choices.
Apart from her and Jun Wulei, it was almost impossible for anyone in the series of the three big mountain ranges to recognize the Sacred Flame Insignia. Hence, she wasn't afraid that this matter would spread.
"I'll keep it a secret."
Jun Wulei took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression.
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The seven masses of flames circled around Mo Wen slightly. Then, one of them landed in Mo Wen's hand, followed by the second, third, fourth …
In the blink of an eye, all the flames fused together. It turned into a fiery sword that soared into the sky, burning half the sky red.
"What's that?"
A look of shock flashed in the eyes of the Jiang Clan's Patriarch. He looked at the long sword in Mo Wen's hand in shock. For some unknown reason, fear subconsciously welled up in his heart. It was as though the strange flame long sword could take his life at any time.
He wasn't the only one who sensed that something was off. The Ming Jiang Sword in his hand also emitted a series of sword cries and trembled incessantly. It seemed to be slightly anxious.
The Sacred Flame Sword had become one.
It didn't emit any terrifying aura. It didn't seem to be as sharp as the Ming Jiang Sword. However, everyone couldn't help but feel a terrifying sense of danger. They couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
Mo Wen held the Sacred Flame Sword in his hand. Streaks of crimson gold flames surged and swayed on his body. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. His silhouette flashed, and he appeared in front of the Jiang Clan's Patriarch. The Sacred Flame Sword in his hand slashed down.
It was a simple sword. It wasn't a martial arts teaching. It was just a pure sword.
However, the sword slashed across the sky directly, burning half the sky red. The granite on the ground began to melt, turning into boiling lava.
The entire heaven and earth were like a furnace. The terrifying temperature caused all the combustible objects in the surroundings to burn.
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch's face turned pale when he saw such a shocking sword. He simply couldn't believe it. Previously, he had been suppressing Mo Wen's attacks. Now, he could actually unleash such a terrifying attack.
He braced himself and waved the Ming Jiang Sword. Streaks of terrifying Qi of Sword shot out crazily, colliding with the flaming Qi of Sword.
However, the Qi of Sword was all scattered in an instant. Dozens of streaks of sharp Qi of Sword were actually no match for the flaming Qi of Sword.
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch was shocked. He hurriedly dodged, not wanting to come into contact with the ferocious flaming Qi of Sword.
However, just as he dodged, Mo Wen silently appeared in front of him again. The Sacred Flame Sword in his hand slashed down.
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch gritted his teeth and slashed out with his sword as well. The Ming Jiang Sword in his hand collided with the Sacred Flame Sword.
He didn't believe that the sword in Mo Wen's hand could be stronger than his Ming Jiang Sword. The Ming Jiang Sword was a divine sword that had been obtained from that place. It was almost impossible for a normal weapon to be a match for the Ming Jiang Sword.
However, with just one sword, the Jiang Clan's Patriarch was sent flying. He was basically no match for Mo Wen. The Ming Jiang Sword in his hand kept shaking, as though it was wailing. The shocking Qi of Sword on the sword seemed to have dimmed a lot.
"How is this possible?"
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch gritted his teeth. He didn't believe it. He had even brought out the Ming Jiang Sword, yet it still wasn't a match for Mo Wen.
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch began to attack crazily. The two silhouettes once again collided.
In an instant, the Qi of Sword was everywhere. The clanging sounds of longswords colliding rang out continuously. The Qi of Sword whizzed in the sky and on the ground. Flames and cold wind rolled, wreaking havoc in the area. The ancient martial art practitioners who were watching the battle retreated again and again. They had all retreated more than a thousand meters.
The terrifying battle was too shocking. It seemed to have exceeded the limits of the Embryonic Breathing realm. It was like a battle between two exceptional Golden Elixir realm strong practitioners. Many ancient martial art practitioners in the Qi Nucleation realm couldn't withstand the frightening repercussions.
The area where Mo Wen and the Jiang Clan's Patriarch were fighting seemed to have become unstable. Everything around them had been turned into dust. Only the stone pillar that reached into the sky, which was a hundred meters tall, was not damaged.
The Sacred Flame Sword was obviously something from the Immortal Cultivation world. It was not an ordinary item. It was at least a treasured weapon, or even higher.
How could a broken treasured sword that the Jiang Clan's Patriarch had picked up from the forbidden land be a match for the Sacred Flame Sword?
After hundreds and thousands of collisions, the Ming Jiang Sword in the Jiang Clan's Patriarch's hand was almost shattered.
Mo Wen used the Tai Yang Sword. Tens of millions of golden, shiny Qi of Sword whizzed, directly shattering all the Protective Qi around the Jiang Clan Patriarch's body. The Qi of Sword whizzed, and the flames rose to the sky. All of them surged forward and collided with the Jiang Clan Patriarch's body, sending him flying.
The black robe was instantly torn into pieces, turning into pieces of cloth that danced in the air. Underneath it was a white undergarment. At this moment, the white underwear was stained with blood. Hundreds and thousands of bloodstains appeared on it, almost dyeing the white clothes red.
With a puff, the Jiang Clan's Patriarch spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His aura instantly weakened. That sword had almost sliced him into pieces.
"What a ruthless little beast."
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch grabbed the Ming Jiang Sword. His eyes were full of viciousness. He wanted to skin Mo Wen alive.
At that moment, his coat had been torn to shreds, and the bamboo hat that had been covering his face had also turned into powder. A terrifying face was finally revealed, giving Mo Wen a shock. It was almost not a human face. It was so ugly that it looked like a toad.
It was sad that this old man, who had been wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe, didn't dare to show his face in front of others, looked even scarier than a ghost.
Not only Mo Wen, but the surrounding spectators also drew in a cold breath. That face was simply too horrifying. Was that still a human? It was even scarier than a monster.
The Jiang Clan's Patriarch's face was like the skin of a toad. It was covered with disgusting lumps, which were also rotting and oozing pus. There was no hair on his head at all, and the flesh around his eyes seemed to have rotted away. His brownish-yellow eyeballs were protruding out. It was disgusting.
Not only his face, but his body was the same. Through his torn clothes, one could see that his skin was green and rotten beyond belief.
With such an appearance, even the people of the Jiang Clan felt disgusted. Their stomachs churned, and they almost vomited. Their own Patriarch's appearance was actually like this …
In reality, the reason why the Jiang Clan's Patriarch could live for so long was that many years ago, he had coincidentally found a strange fruit in the forbidden land of the Dafang Sect. After he ate it, his body began to undergo shocking changes, becoming more and more terrifying by the day.
However, although the fruit had tortured him to the point that he didn't look human, it had also caused a strange change to his lifespan. He actually didn't die, and he had lived for almost two hundred years.
In the distance, the spectators were all dumbfounded and kept drawing in cold breaths.
"What a terrifying old monster."
Hu Qiongqi secretly clicked his tongue. The Jiang Clan's Patriarch actually looked like this. It was too frightening.
"Ghost!"
In the Yanxia Sect's area, the young lady screamed in shock. Her small face turned pale, and she covered her eyes, not daring to look at the Jiang Clan's Patriarch again.
Ruan Feixia, who was beside her, also turned pale. Her stomach was twitching, and she felt uncomfortable.
"I will definitely kill you."
After discovering that his appearance had been completely exposed, the Jiang Clan's Patriarch seemed to have been provoked. He roared angrily, and a frightening aura surged out crazily, almost urging his Cultivation to the extreme.
His figure flashed, and he exploded with all his strength, once again fighting with Mo Wen.
However, how could he be a match for Mo Wen now? In just a few blows, he was once again seriously injured.
"Old thing, your appearance is really too inspiring. If you can live on, then there is no reason for others to die."
Mo Wen shook his head. This Jiang Clan's Patriarch was obviously not normal. He might have been poisoned by some weird poison or eaten some weird thing. (To be continued.)
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