He had done everything he could for the Snow Storm Stratagem. Even he could only delay it for another day. After all, he was not an Immortal Cultivator, but an ancient martial art practitioner. He could not break the power of the Stratagem Destroying Flag.
In Old Grandfather Chen Wuhui's bedroom, Mo Wen stood in front of the bed with a serious expression, once again performing acupuncture on Old Grandfather Chen.
Under normal circumstances, Old Grandfather Chen would need two days to recover completely. However, Mo Wen knew that the Intentionless Sect could not wait for two days, so he had to use some special methods.
From afternoon to night, Mo Wen stayed in Old Grandfather Chen's bedroom.
Old Man Chen sat cross-legged on the bed. White mist was constantly emitted from his body, which looked like water mist.
After an unknown period of time, the sun set and the moon rose.
A terrifying aura emanated from the bedroom, instantly covering the entire room. However, in just a moment, the terrifying aura disappeared, as though it had never appeared and was just an illusion.
Mo Wen slowly put the Ming Yang ancient needles back into the medicine spiritual ring. His serious expression finally relaxed. He nodded slightly at Old Grandfather Chen on the bed.
At this moment, Old Grandfather Chen had already opened his eyes. His face was rosy and his eyes were bright. He was full of energy. He did not look like a sick person at all.
"Thank you, young friend Mo Wen. The Intentionless Sect and I cannot thank you enough."
Chen Wuhui immediately stood up from the bed and bowed slightly to Mo Wen.
"Old Grandfather Chen, you are too polite."
Mo Wen dodged. Chen Wuhui, who was one or two hundred years old, bowed to him respectfully, which made Mo Wen feel a little strange.
Although in the future, if he rebuilt the Ming Cult, Chen Wuhui would become his subordinate and this kind of etiquette would be necessary, but it was not the time yet.
"Little friend Mo Wen, I am a little shocked by your methods. In this world, there are very few people whose medical skills are comparable to yours. "
Chen Wuhui looked at Mo Wen deeply. Originally, he was not optimistic about Mo Wen's ability to rebuild the Ming Cult. However, now he could faintly see this youth's glorious future.
"Old Grandfather, you are too kind. The world is so big. I'm afraid we can only see a corner of it. " Mo Wen laughed lightly. He did not know how big the world was. After all, he did not understand this world very well.
Besides, there were cultivators in this world. What did his little ability count for? Chen Wuhui's words clearly did not include immortal cultivators.
"Now that Old Master Chen has fully recovered from his injuries, I'm sure he already has a plan to deal with the Sacred Flame Sect?" Mo Wen curled his lips into a smile. In order to heal Chen Wuhui's injuries, he had expended a lot of effort and paid a huge price.
"Little friend Mo Wen, why are you asking me? You should already have a plan in mind, right?"
Chen Wuhui laughed out loud. The Sacred Flame Sect was indeed unlucky to have encountered Mo Wen.
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Time passed little by little. Both the Sacred Flame Sect and the Intentionless Sect were waiting. Once the power of the Snow Storm Stratagem completely disappeared, the great battle would completely erupt.
The people of the Sacred Flame Sect could not wait any longer. They sharpened their swords and their expressions were ferocious.
The atmosphere in the Intentionless Sect was getting more and more tense. Many disciples' faces had already turned pale. Their minds were filled with wild thoughts, as though they were waiting for a disaster to befall them.
At dawn, the first ray of light broke through the clouds and shone on the earth. It illuminated the inner city.
The power of the Snow Storm Stratagem finally disappeared completely. The inner city returned to its original state. It was as though everything was just an illusion.
The buildings in the city gradually appeared in everyone's eyes. It was no longer covered by the wind and snow, making it impossible to see anything.
"Chen Zikuang, now I want to see how long the Intentionless Sect can struggle for."
Zhu Lanhuo laughed coldly. He looked at the group of palaces in the Intentionless Sect. His gaze was fixed on the Mindfulness Hall in the center.
"Everyone, kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive. "
Zhu Lanhuo said coldly. Then, he was the first to fly out. He took the lead and rushed towards the inner part of the Intentionless Sect.
The ancient martial art practitioners of the Sacred Flame Sect, who were ready and waiting, all rushed towards the Intentionless Sect as though they had taken stimulants. The suffocating feeling of the past half a month could finally disappear completely. Without the Snow Storm Stratagem, they were no longer restricted by the environment.
Chen Zikuang stood alone in the square of the Mindfulness Hall, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Sacred Flame Sect. Before this, he had already made preparations. As for mobilizing them, there was no need at all. After half a month of fighting, everyone in the Intentionless Sect knew that it was either life or death. Going all out was the only choice.
"Chen Zikuang, little brat, let's see how arrogant you can be this time. Die!"
In a short while, Zhu Lanhuo flew to the sky above the Mindfulness Hall. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying power poured down, transforming into a huge palm that crashed towards Chen Zikuang.
Chen Zikuang's face was cold. He went up to meet the attack without fear. There were two items in his hands. One was a mountain-shaped inkstone, while the other was a small token. Both were the Intentionless Sect's sect guarding spiritual weapons. The reason why Chen Zikuang could block Zhu Lanhuo, an ancient martial art practitioner with the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm, with his cultivation of the beginning stage of the Golden Elixir realm, other than the assistance of the Snow Storm Stratagem, it was also because of the two spiritual weapons in his hands.
However, now that he had lost the Snow Storm Stratagem, he was barely able to block Zhu Lanhuo with just the two spiritual weapons. Moreover, there was still Li Zhuoying eyeing him covetously from the side. However, at this point, he could only fight. There was no other way.
Zhu Lanhuo and Chen Zikuang collided. The two of them immediately started fighting fiercely. The terrifying power formed tornadoes. Almost no one in the surroundings dared to go near them.
On the other side, more than ten of the Sacred Flame Sect's beginning stage Golden Elixir realm elders surged into the Intentionless Sect. They found all kinds of opponents and started fighting crazily. Fortunately, Mo Wen had killed ten of the Sacred Flame Sect's elders before this. Otherwise, the Intentionless Sect would most likely not be able to block the twenty or so Sacred Flame Sect elders swarming forward.
Even so, the Sacred Flame Sect still had twelve elders. The Intentionless Sect only had eight. It could be said that they were still at a disadvantage.
Lin Kuang did not care about the Intentionless Sect's elder level ancient martial art practitioners. Instead, he constantly flew around the Intentionless Sect. He flew past palace hall after palace hall, seemingly looking for something.
"Where did that little b * stard go to?"
Lin Kuang's face was cold as he constantly searched for Mo Wen's silhouette. The previous incident had caused him to lose face. Not only did his colleagues from the Sacred Flame Sect mock him from time to time, but even the Sect Leader was somewhat unhappy with him.
Lin Kuang was like his name. He was originally a wild, arrogant, and prideful person. How could he take this lying down? He kept thinking in his heart that once the Intentionless Sect's Snow Storm Stratagem was broken, he would immediately find Mo Wen and tear that little b * stard to pieces. He would grind his bones to dust and let him know what it meant to live a life worse than death.
"Who are you looking for?"
A lazy voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Kuang. It was a youth with his arms crossed. His eyelids were slightly lowered, as though he had no intention of looking at Lin Kuang.
When Lin Kuang heard the familiar voice, he suddenly turned around. With a ferocious expression, he said, "You little b * stard, you are actually hiding here. I will teach you what it means to feel like death."
"Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw me hiding? "Mo Wen said lightly.
"Little b * stard, you are tired of living. Die."
Lin Kuang was extremely furious. He had not expected that Mo Wen would still dare to be so reckless. Did Mo Wen not know that the Intentionless Sect would be destroyed soon? And he, the little b * stard, would only be more miserable than everyone else.
Lin Kuang roared and took a step forward. He changed positions in the air and instantly appeared in front of Mo Wen. He had already punched out with an iron fist. The terrifying power seemed to cause the surrounding space to collapse. The air pressure changed rapidly.
"Idiot, you don't have that ability yet.
Mo Wen raised his hand slightly and easily blocked Lin Kuang's punch. His silhouette used the inertia to instantly retreat a few hundred meters.
"You want to run? Humph, too late. "
Lin Kuang laughed coldly. He thought that Mo Wen wanted to escape, so he immediately chased after him. As he chased, he shouted loudly, as if he was venting his anger and could finally take revenge.
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a playful smile. His silhouette flickered slightly as he kept retreating. In just a moment, he had run a thousand meters away. The direction he went became more and more remote. There was almost no one around him.
"Let's see where you can run to." Lin Kuang laughed coldly and continued to chase. No matter how much the youth ran, he would eventually run out of energy. Lin Kuang did not think that the youth's endurance was stronger than his.
"Idiot, I said I wasn't running, but you still foolishly chased after me. Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish. How about it?"
Mo Wen chuckled. Then, a formless soul ripple instantly crashed into Lin Kuang.
Lin Kuang's body shook violently and he almost fell from mid-air. His eyes were dull, as if his brain had short-circuited.
"The strength of your soul is not bad, but it is still not enough."
Mo Wen's silhouette instantly appeared beside Lin Kuang. The smile on his face grew wider. Then, before Lin Kuang could react, Mo Wen slapped him across the face and sent him flying.
"Ah!"
Lin Kuang screamed and instantly woke up. He glared at Mo Wen and said angrily, "Little b * stard, what did you do to me?"
"Idiot, of course I killed you." Mo Wen laughed coldly.
The next moment, a muffled thunder sounded in Lin Kuang's mind again. It was as if a bolt of lightning had exploded in his mind. Lin Kuang's body swayed as if he was drunk. He furiously chased after Mo Wen.
Just then, a faint white robe flew out from the shadows. In the blink of an eye, it appeared beside Lin Kuang. Its palm clapped lightly and a shocking power was transmitted. The palm was still a meter away from Lin Kuang, but Lin Kuang's head had already exploded like a watermelon.
The power of the palm was simply shocking.
"Old Grandfather Chen is indeed strong despite his age." Mo Wen smiled lightly.
"Thanks to you, it seems that these old bones can live for a few more years." Chen Wuhui stroked his beard and smiled. His face was very red.
"I have never killed an intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner before. I can have some fun today. Old Grandfather Chen, please wait for a moment. I will lure the prey over."
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a strange smile. His gaze looked towards the main battlefield in the Mindfulness Hall. (To be continued.)
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