Mo Wen's killing of the Jiang Clan's patriarch had shocked the entire series of the three big mountain ranges. He was able to kill an absolute ancient martial art practitioner at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm at such a young age.
"Father, what exactly were those seven balls of flame that appeared at the last moment? Why do they look so familiar to me?"
On the cliff, Hu Qiongqi furrowed his brows as a look of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
Anyone could tell that Mo Wen's ability to defeat and kill the Jiang Clan's patriarch had something to do with the flame divine sword that had appeared at the last moment. That divine sword had restrained the Jiang Clan's patriarch's Ming Jiang Sword, which was why the Jiang Clan's patriarch had been completely defeated.
However, for some reason, Hu Qiongqi had a strange feeling in his heart. He seemed to have seen those seven magnificent balls of flame somewhere before. They actually felt a little familiar.
He had never come into contact with Mo Wen, nor had he seen the flame divine sword. How could he feel a sense of familiarity?
"Now that you mention it, it reminds me that I also feel a little familiar. Those seven balls of flame seem to be a pattern that we have seen before."
Upon hearing this, Hu Guiyuan suddenly understood. No wonder he had felt a sense of familiarity before. It was not an illusion. Perhaps he had really seen it somewhere before. It was just that it had been too long, so he could not recall it immediately.
"Ancestral temple?"
After thinking for a moment, Hu Qiongqi and Hu Guiyuan looked at each other. Their bodies trembled at the same time. That mysterious pattern seemed to be related to their ancestral temple that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
The ancestral temple was the most sacred place of the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. Ordinary clan members could not enter, as it hid the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan's hundreds of years of inheritance and secrets.
"Go back and check."
He realized that the matter was not as simple as it seemed. Their Hu Clan had hundreds of years of history, or perhaps even longer. Before they had taken root in the series of the three big mountain ranges, the Hu Clan had a very long history.
That ancestral temple had been passed down for thousands of years. Anything that could be related to the ancestral temple would not be simple.
The group of people from the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan did not stay. They immediately left, disappearing from the Dafang Sect's territory.
As for the Yanxia Sect, Cangling Taoist Temple, and some other factions in the series of the three big mountain ranges, they all left at the same time. The battle had ended, and the result was out. The Jiang Clan had been defeated. Although everyone was shocked, it could not be changed.
That terrifying youth had just wiped out the Jiang Clan. If they continued to surround this place, it would not be appropriate. If they attracted the hostility of that youth, it would not be worth it.
After killing the Jiang Clan Patriarch, Mo Wen did not immediately return to the Dafang Sect. Instead, with a flash of his silhouette, he leaped into the forest and landed on a rock.
"Where are you going?"
He had just stood there for a short while when a dark silhouette came down from the opposite mountain peak, "coincidentally" bumping into Mo Wen.
Mo Wen looked at the silhouette and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
That person was none other than Demoness Gong. At this moment, she was preparing to leave Yandang Mountain. However, Mo Wen seemed to know that she would leave, so he had waited here in advance.
"The world is so big, there will always be a place for me to go."
Demoness Gong lowered her eyes slightly and didn't look at Mo Wen. She walked past him expressionlessly, as if she didn't miss him at all.
"Leave it here."
Mo Wen did not stop her. His eyes remained calm. With a flick of his finger, a cold light flashed and stabbed into a greyish-white rock in front of Demoness Gong. It was the Ming Jiang Sword that he had taken from the Jiang Clan Patriarch.
This was a precious artifact of the cultivation world. Even though it was damaged and only had the power of a spiritual artifact, it was still very shocking. Mortals would find it difficult to defend against it. After all, an ordinary Immortal Cultivator might not even have a Spiritual Weapon, let alone an Ancient Martial Arts Practitioner.
Although the Great Ancestor of the Jiang Clan had obtained the sword, he had only been able to unleash a small portion of the sword's power, not even one-tenth of it. If it were to appear in the hands of Demoness Gong, with her Golden Elixir realm cultivation, the Ming Jiang Sword would definitely shine brightly.
Mo Wen left the Ming Jiang Sword behind and did not say anything else. With a flash of his silhouette, he disappeared from his original spot. He came and went in a hurry, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Demoness Gong pulled out the Ming Jiang Sword from the rock with a complicated look in her eyes. She looked back at the back of the departing figure and sighed softly …
The Dafang Sect was currently in chaos. Everyone was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. Their faces were pale, and their hearts were trembling.
It was especially so for the members of the Jiang Clan. Every one of their faces was deathly pale, as though the end of the world had arrived. The Clan's Great Ancestor had actually died in battle. He had died at the hands of a youth and could no longer protect the clan.
The Jiang Clan had lost completely. Even the Great Ancestor had died in battle. Who else among them could stop that terrifying youth? What kind of fate would await them?
A beam of light streaked across the sky and once again appeared in the square. At this moment, the square was already beyond recognition. It was like a piece of ruins. Many parts of the palace hall in the distance were also in ruins. The main hall had collapsed greatly, and some places were even on fire.
The impact of a battle between the pinnacle ancient martial arts practitioners was too great.
Only the stone pillar that reached into the sky had been secretly protected by Mo Wen, so it had not collapsed or been damaged.
On top of the stone pillar, Gu Jingman and Wang Yinru were still sitting. They were the only two people who had watched this shocking battle from a close distance without being affected. At this moment, after Wang Yinru had consumed Mo Wen's pill, her complexion had improved significantly. At least, she did not look like someone who was about to die.
However, her condition was very bad. The injuries she had suffered were too severe. Her Cultivation had been destroyed, her internal organs had been damaged, and her vitality was close to drying up. If she did not receive treatment in time, even if she was lucky enough to survive now, she most likely would not live for long.
"It is up to you to decide how to deal with the people of the Jiang Clan."
A silhouette flew up to the top of the stone pillar. Mo Wen looked at Wang Yinru coldly, his body emitting a frightening murderous aura.
"Kill!"
Wang Yinru only said one word. Her eyes were emotionless. The hatred between her and the Jiang Clan was irreconcilable. The hundreds of lives of the Wang Clan had all been killed. Even in her dreams, she wanted to take revenge.
Mo Wen nodded slightly and did not say anything. His silhouette flashed and he left the stone pillar, appearing inside the Dafang Sect.
At this moment, after knowing that the Great Ancestor had died in battle, many people of the Jiang Clan began to flee. They knew that if they stayed, only death awaited them.
Of course, there were also people of the Jiang Clan who did not flee. They gathered together and did not retreat. They looked at Mo Wen with hatred and were actually prepared to fight him to the death.
They were unwilling. For hundreds of years, the Jiang Clan had been strong and prosperous. They had always been entrenched in the series of the three big Mountain ranges. Over the generations, they had produced many strong practitioners. Few people dared to provoke them. They had once been glorious, but now they were in decline. They had their own pride in their hearts and did not want to be stray dogs.
"No one can leave."
Mo Wen floated in mid-air. His cold voice spread throughout the entire Dafang Sect. Everyone in the Jiang Clan could forget about escaping today. He was originally a person who killed decisively. He had once destroyed more than 70 bandit strongholds in a fit of anger, killing until blood flowed like a river. This was all because those people had done many evil deeds and were completely devoid of conscience.
With a wave of his hand, more than ten silvery blue cold lights flew out. The next moment, cold air swept across the land. It was as if winter had arrived. It was so cold that it caused people to tremble.
Twelve cold lights shot up into the sky and transformed into twelve ice dragons. They stirred up the wind and rain, ruling the world.
Each of those ice dragons was at least a hundred meters long. They were all condensed from cold air. Everywhere they passed, the heavens and the earth froze.
The people of the Jiang Clan who had escaped all froze on the spot. The huge ice dragons swept past and directly froze them into ice sculptures. The shocking cold air was simply unstoppable.
After breaking through to the Embryonic Breathing realm, Mo Wen had used the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pins for the first time to kill his enemies. This item had been a great killing weapon in ancient times. It had once stirred up a storm in the ancient martial arts world.
Now that Mo Wen's Cultivation had reached the Embryonic Breathing realm, he could finally unleash the power of the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pins. He had originally practiced Cold Techniques. Together with the Silver Serpent Freezing Pins, it was enough to freeze the earth. Its power was shocking.
Against those people of the Jiang Clan, whose Cultivation was not high, there was almost no suspense.
The ice dragons formed by the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pins were really like living dragons. They constantly wandered between the heavens and the earth, looking for targets to kill.
One by one, the disciples of the Jiang Clan were constantly turned into ice sculptures. Almost no one could escape. No matter how fast they were, they could not outrun the dancing ice dragons in the sky.
On the surrounding mountain peaks, the ancient martial arts practitioners who had not yet retreated in time were all dumbfounded. They looked at the twelve ice dragons in fear. For a moment, they felt a chill run down their spines, afraid that the terrifying ice dragons would attack them.
It was simply too shocking. How did that youth do it? Could it be that there was such a divine martial arts teaching in the ancient martial arts world? How was this like a martial arts teaching? It was simply like the legendary celestial techniques.
What they didn't know was that this Imperial Dragon Technique was indeed related to the legendary Celestial Technique. However, compared to a true Celestial Technique, it was worlds apart and couldn't even be considered as superficial.
Mo Wen had only unleashed the Sword Controlling Technique with his will. With the power of his will, he controlled the twelve great killing weapons and killed his way through. This kind of Sword of Will was something from the Immortal Cultivation world. Now that Mo Wen had finally broken through to the Embryonic Breathing realm, he could unleash one or two of them.
Of course, Jiang Quanfu also knew this kind of Sword of Will, which was inherited from the Dafang Sect's sect-guarding martial arts teaching, the Flying Spirit Sword. However, an ancient martial arts practitioner was an ancient martial arts practitioner. He had never come into contact with an Immortal Cultivator, so his understanding and mastery of the power of will was naturally not up to par. Compared to Mo Wen, he was too far behind.
The twelve ice dragons crisscrossed the heavens and the earth. Their speed was unparalleled. Even those in the Qi Nucleation realm, or even those in the Embryonic Breathing realm, could not escape, let alone those members of the Jiang Clan with low Cultivation.
In an instant, all the members of the Jiang Clan who had escaped from the Dafang Sect were all killed. No one was left alive.
"Little b * stard, I will fight it out with you."
Jiang Quangui and a group of members of the Jiang Clan were huddled in a corner. Their eyes were red as they stared at Mo Wen. Their eyes were full of hatred. He recklessly dashed out from the crowd and attacked Mo Wen in a frenzy.
He had been severely injured before. If the Patriarch of the Jiang Clan had not intervened to save him, he would have died at Mo Wen's hands.
Before he had been injured, he could not even withstand a single blow from Mo Wen. Now, it was impossible for him to be Mo Wen's match.
Mo Wen did not even make a move himself. An ice dragon swooped down from the sky. With a swing of the divine dragon's tail, the huge tail, which was like a small mountain, smashed onto Jiang Quangui's body. He immediately spat out blood and flew backward. (To be continued.)
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