A terrifying aura emanated from the grey-robed elder's body. The power was astonishing, causing the surrounding magma layer to sink by a few meters, reaching a diameter of more than a hundred meters. The terrifying aura swept out like a storm, causing the magma sea to churn continuously.
Mo Wen's expression changed greatly. He subconsciously retreated tens of meters, drawing in a cold breath.
Martial Arts Grandmaster! The old man was actually a Martial Arts Grandmaster!
No wonder the attack just now had given him such a strong sense of danger. It was most likely just a casual attack from the other party, who did not take him seriously. Otherwise, if such a strong practitioner went all out to assassinate him, there was a ninety percent chance that he would be killed.
He had not expected that the first person he would meet after coming to this strange place would actually be a Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioner.
He did not have a clear understanding of how strong a Martial Arts Grandmaster was. After all, he had never set foot in that realm before. In his previous life, the existence of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was also rare. He had not had much contact with such a strong practitioner.
However, he was certain that even if five ancient martial art practitioners at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm joined forces, they could not possibly be a match for a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The strength of a Martial Arts Grandmaster represented the pinnacle of ancient martial art practitioners.
His luck was too bad!
Mo Wen cursed silently. It was fine that he had been transported to this horrible place, but he had actually encountered a Martial Arts Grandmaster who wanted to kill him for no reason. Had he not checked the almanac before he left?
Mo Wen did not hesitate at all. He turned and ran. Against such a strong practitioner, he could not defeat him at all. If he was not careful, he would be in danger of dying. Only a fool would not run.
Fortunately, the straw cape spiritual weapon was still on Mo Wen. This spiritual weapon had a special function. It supported the user in almost all aspects. Wearing it would also increase his speed by a few times.
A mass of fog enveloped Mo Wen's body. Then, with a flash of light, he appeared more than a hundred meters away in the next moment. The speed was so terrifying that almost all ancient martial art practitioners at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm would be dumbfounded.
A glint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the grey-robed elder. The youth's speed was not ordinary. He had never seen a youth with such terrifying speed. Also, the youth's cultivation was not simple. He was most likely not below the later stage of the Golden Elixir realm. In addition to his miraculous movement techniques, his talent was so high that he could practically be called a genius.
In the Floating Mystery Dimension, the number of people among the younger generation who could compare with this youth could be counted on one hand.
"So you're a great genius. Killing you is even more meaningful."
Bu Xingyi's lips curled into a cold smile. He did not know this youth. He did not know which Inner world he came from. However, it was naturally not a bad thing for such a young genius to die. Such a talented young man would almost become the leader of the martial arts world in the future. Sooner or later, he would reach the peak.
Since he wasn't a genius of their sect, it wouldn't do them any harm to have one more person like him die.
"You want to escape from me? Ridiculous! "
Bu Xingyi laughed coldly. He did not move at all. His silhouette flickered and he appeared a hundred meters away. In a few flashes, he had widened the distance between him and Mo Wen.
Although Mo Wen had taken the lead to escape and the distance between them was not short, if this continued, Bu Xingyi would catch up to him sooner or later.
"Little bastard, you can't escape. No wonder you dare to be so rude to this old man. It turns out that you are a rare genius. However, it was not a good thing to think too highly of oneself. Without sufficient strength, being too ostentatious would only lead to an early death. Let me tell you now. You are the one who will die young. "
Bu Xingyi walked forward step by step. He seemed unhurried and relaxed, but his speed was astonishing. He kept closing the distance between him and Mo Wen. He had a playful smile on his lips, but he was not in a hurry to catch up to Mo Wen. Instead, he hung behind, purposely torturing Mo Wen mentally.
Bu Xingyi knew that defeating his opponent mentally was far more interesting than killing him directly. He wanted this young man who dared to insult him and be disrespectful to him to know the meaning of fear, pain, regret, and fear.
Mo Wen's expression completely darkened. Meeting a Martial Arts Grandmaster was definitely a surprise to him. With his current speed, it was almost impossible to escape the pursuit of a Martial Arts Grandmaster unless he used the Thousand Mile Talisman.
However, using the Thousand Mile Talisman would not only decrease the number of times it could be used, but who knew where it would be transported to. It was completely uncertain whether it was a good or bad thing.
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Wen flicked his wrist and took out a jade spiritual talisman from the medicine spiritual ring. There were complicated patterns on it, and there seemed to be invisible lightning jumping on it.
The Thunderbolt Talisman. It was the only offensive ancient spiritual talisman that Mo Wen had obtained from the secret chamber of the Dafang Sect. It could summon the power of lightning, and its power was far above that of the Vajrapani Talisman.
He had obtained five usable ancient spiritual talismans from the secret chamber of the Dafang Sect. They were the Vajrapani Talisman, the Thousand Mile Talisman, the Thunderbolt Talisman, the Invisible Talisman, and the Calamity Substitute Talisman.
There was no need to consider the Calamity Substitute Talisman. Mo Wen would not use such a heaven-defying item like the Calamity Substitute Talisman unless he was certain of death.
Among the remaining spell talismans, the Thunderbolt Talisman had the strongest attack power. If he released all the power of the Thunderbolt Talisman, Mo Wen did not know exactly how powerful it would be, but it would most likely not be a problem to kill a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
However, there was only one Thunderbolt Talisman. Once it was used, there would be no more. Mo Wen could not bear to use it casually. He had always kept it as his trump card. This old b * stard who had appeared out of nowhere had forced him to use the Thunderbolt Talisman. He was somewhat unwilling.
However, other than the Thunderbolt Talisman, the Vajrapani Talisman was more focused on defense. Also, it did not have much power left. The probability of it destroying a Martial Arts Grandmaster was too small.
After thinking it over, Mo Wen was still somewhat reluctant. He put the Thunderbolt Talisman away. If he could avoid using it, he would try not to.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? If you kill me, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble? "
Mo Wen suddenly stopped running. He knew that he would not be able to escape if he kept running. He rolled his eyes and prepared to play tricks with the old man.
"Get into trouble?"
Bu Xingyi seemed to have heard a joke. He laughed loudly and said playfully, "Little b * stard, no matter who you are, since I want to kill you, no one can save you. I can't tell you who I am. I am the Third Sect Grand Elder of the Ming Temple in the Floating Mystery Dimension. In this world, it is not that there are no factions that can make the Ming Temple wary, but it is certainly not you. "
Bu Xingyi felt that Mo Wen was using his identity to threaten him. In the ancient martial art world, when had the Ming Temple ever been afraid of anyone or any faction? Other than a few mysterious existences, there was no one in the world that the Ming Temple did not dare to offend.
"Ming Temple!"
Mo Wen's pupils shrank slightly. He had only found out about the Ming Temple faction not too long ago. It was because this faction was related to the Ming Cult in the past. It was the largest faction among all the factions that had split up. Back then, the people of the Ming Temple had invaded the series of the three big mountain ranges. Mo Wen had to step in to deal with them.
He had not expected the Ming Temple to be so powerful. A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster was actually only the Third Sect Grand Elder of the Ming Temple!
How many strong practitioners and Martial Arts Grandmasters did the Ming Temple have?
Just thinking about it made Mo Wen feel a chill in his limbs. The power of the Ming Temple was most likely no weaker than the Ming Cult of the past. It was even possible that they were even stronger. If he wanted to rebuild the Ming Cult, he would have to face the colossal Ming Temple.
"What, are you scared?"
There was a mocking look in Bu Xingyi's eyes. The Ming Temple's reputation was known throughout the world and in all the inner worlds. Which sect did not know of it? Other than those sects that did not make the cut, it was impossible for sects that were of a slightly higher class to not know about the Ming Temple.
It was not that there were no ancient martial art practitioner factions that could contend against the Ming Temple, but there were definitely not more than three of them.
Bu Xingyi did not know this youth at all. He was not famous, so it was impossible for him to be from a sect that could make the Ming Temple fear him. Moreover, there was no one in the world that the Ming Temple did not dare to kill. So what if he was from one of those sects?
"I did not expect to actually meet the Ming Temple Grand Elder."
Mo Wen sighed. He looked at Bu Xingyi with a strange gaze. This old thing most likely did not know that he was the successor of the Ming Cult of the past. If he knew, he most likely would not hesitate to kill him at all costs.
"There are many things that you cannot imagine."
Bu Xingyi laughed coldly. He thought that Mo Wen was afraid of the Ming Temple. He said calmly, "Since you know my identity and sincerely admit your mistake, I will not make things difficult for you. As long as you hand over the movement techniques that you have learned, I can consider leaving your corpse intact."
Mo Wen smiled. As expected, the people from the Ming Temple were not just ordinarily overbearing. If he could leave his corpse intact, it meant that he would not make things difficult for him. He really did not know what would happen to him if this old thing wanted to make things difficult for him.
"Old b * stard, you really think too highly of yourself." Mo Wen smiled calmly and said, "The Ming Temple is nothing."
"You are seeking death!"
Bu Xingyi had not expected that Mo Wen would actually dare to be so stubborn and not give him any face. Immediately, his embarrassment turned to anger and he lost his patience.
Rumble!
There was a loud sound and the surrounding magma sank. A terrifying power emanated from Bu Xingyi's body. A formless force field spread out, instantly covering a radius of a thousand meters.
Within a thousand meters, the magma sank tens of meters, forming a basin.
Mo Wen's figure, which was floating in mid-air, swayed. He was almost pulled into the magma sea by the formless force field. It was as though he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder. A terrifying gravity crashed onto his body. Even with his cultivation, he almost could not withstand it.
The power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was too terrifying. They could use their own cultivation to release a force field. That force field was called force.
High-level ancient martial art practitioners usually used their advantage in cultivation to suppress low-level ancient martial art practitioners with their force. However, only when one reached the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster would they know what force was. Only then would they be able to unleash the power of force.
It could be said that only Martial Arts Grandmasters could barely touch the threshold of true force.
The force of ordinary ancient martial art practitioners could only suppress their opponents from the inside. However, Martial Arts Grandmasters could transform force into a tangible existence. It became a kind of power that could be used directly on the opponent.
Right now, Mo Wen deeply felt how terrifying the force of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was. The force that he had encountered before was practically child's play. (To be continued.)
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