As time passed, Mo Wen gradually led Hao Qian and Hou Jingfeng by a hundred meters. At the same time, the pressure he faced was almost double that of the two of them.
At this moment, even Mo Wen had no choice but to give it his all. The Purple Bottle Gourd released a blurry purple light. The purple light flew up into the sky, shattering the lightning that was constantly descending. Right now, the power of the lightning attack was no less than that of a beginning stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner.
At the same time, the Cries of Hades Bell appeared in his hand. It released beams of icy blue light that enveloped Mo Wen's entire body.
A hundred meters away, Hao Qian's eyes flashed. The next moment, a shocking aura appeared on his body.
Rays of strange blood-colored light covered his entire body. His aura was rising steadily. In a moment, he had almost reached the peak of the Late-stage of Gold Core Realm. He was only one step away from the peak of Gold Core Realm.
"Haokun Blood Fiend."
Hou Jingfeng's pupils constricted as he stared at Hao Qian gravely. He had not expected that Hao Qian would even use the Haokun Blood Demon in order to pass through the lotus lake.
The Haokun Blood Fiend was a mysterious secret technique of the Haokun Sect. Only members of the Haokun Sect who cultivated the Haokun Grand Technique could condense such a blood fiend. Moreover, the Haokun Blood Fiend not only had a huge price to pay, but it was also very difficult to condense. With Hao Qian's cultivation level, he would need at least a year to condense the Haokun Blood Fiend once.
Under normal circumstances, the Haokun Blood Fiend was a secret technique of the Haokun Sect's high-level martial artists. Unless it was a life and death situation, they would not use it.
For someone like Hao Qian to use the Haokun Blood Fiend in order to pass the Lotus Lake's test was too willful.
After unleashing the Haokun Blood Fiend, Hao Qian's current cultivation was almost on par with He Xiangyu of the Five Beasts Sect. Coupled with the spiritual weapon in his hands and the top martial arts of the Haokun Sect, his combat ability was almost comparable to that of an ordinary ancient martial art practitioner at the peak of the Golden Elixir realm.
"I, Hao Qian, have never lost to anyone."
After unleashing the Haokun Blood Murder, Hao Qian's eyes turned red. Crimson light flashed on his body and he suddenly sped up, charging far away. The distance between him and Mo Wen kept shrinking.
Hou Jingfeng looked at Hao Qian's back. After hesitating for a while, he sighed.
In the end, he was not as extreme as Hao Qian. He did not have a life-saving secret technique like the Haokun Blood Fiend. As the chief disciple of the Ming Temple, he naturally had one as well. However, once he used it, it meant that he would lose a life-saving technique in the Fighting Spirit Tower. He did not dare to waste it here. The rewards of the Fighting Spirit Tower were not as important as his life.
Hou Jingfeng gritted his teeth. He walked forward step by step. With his ability, he should still be able to walk a certain distance. He would go as far as he could and try his best.
Hao Qian's figure turned into a beam of sanguine light. The bloodlust around him surged, and his aura soared. He seemed to be breaking through the barrier and reaching the peak of the Golden Core realm. In just a few moments, Hao Qian had caught up to Mo Wen. In a flash, he was already a few meters away from him.
"As expected of a genius famous far and wide in the four great inner worlds."
A look of admiration flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. This youth called Hao Qian had some tricks up his sleeves. He could be proud to have such abilities among the younger generation. Even He Xiangyu might not be Hao Qian's match.
He had heard that Hao Qian was only ranked ninth among the young experts in the four mystic realms.
How strong could the young experts ranked at the top be?! The peak of the Golden Elixir Realm?
Mo Wen discovered that the foundation of the four great ancient martial art practitioner mystic realms was far beyond his imagination. It was far beyond his imagination. In the world of his past life, the ancient martial art practitioner world had not been so prosperous. However, the ancient martial art practitioner world and the Immortal Cultivation world were connected. Mo Wen was not too surprised that such a situation had occurred.
After a while. The pavilion in front of them appeared in their sight. It was only a hundred meters away.
Hao Qian was still more than ten meters ahead of Mo Wen. But now, both of them had slowed down. As for Hou Jingfeng, he was fifty meters behind the two of them. His condition was worsening. If nothing went wrong, he would fall into the lotus lake after a few steps.
Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Mo Wen's forehead, increasing in number. The pressure kept pressing down on him from all directions, as if trying to squash him flat.
In front of him, Hao Qian was not having a good time either. The bloodlust light on his body grew dimmer and it was difficult for him to take another step forward.
No one had expected that the pressure would be so great at the end.
Splash!
Hou Jingfeng, who had lagged behind, could no longer hold on. With a splash, he fell into the lotus lake. A light flashed. The instant he was swept away, Hou Jingfeng's gaze turned to Mo Wen. A look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. If Mo Wen was willing to use his trump card, he might not be weaker than them. But he was not as decisive as Hao Qian.
At this point, it was up to who could last until the end, not who could be the first to reach the pavilion. Right now, the pavilion was less than a hundred meters away from them. But it felt as if they were worlds apart.
Hao Qian had not expected that even after unleashing the Haokun Blood Murder, he would still find it difficult to reach the pavilion.
However, it was not too embarrassing for Hao Qian to be first among all the young powerhouses who had come here.
The corners of Hao Qian's mouth curled up. Even though it was difficult to reach the pavilion, he believed that he was already first. No one could threaten him anymore. Even Mo Wen, who had suddenly appeared behind him, did not believe it. What he needed to do now was to try his best to hold on.
Mo Wen was still more than ten meters away from him. It did not seem far, but the further he went, the more difficult it was to take a step forward. The distance of more than ten meters was equivalent to the distance of a few hundred meters. He thought that Mo Wen would not be able to cross it.
Hao Qian was still first among all the young geniuses.
Mo Wen took a deep breath. He had not looked at Hao Qian from the beginning. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the pavilion in front of him.
He estimated that there were still more than fifty meters to go. But crossing these fifty meters was far more difficult than all the previous distances combined.
Mo Wen closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, he suddenly opened them.
A shocking aura emanated from his body. The Glory of Thunder activated and his cultivation instantly increased by a level.
At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly blew around them. The strong wind blew the heavy rain above Lotus Lake into a slanted line.
The wind blew. The next moment, Mo Wen's silhouette suddenly disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he had crossed more than ten meters and surpassed Hao Qian by a few meters.
The strong wind blew past Hao Qian. A look of disbelief flashed in Hao Qian's eyes as he looked at Mo Wen, who had suddenly appeared in front of him.
He … how was it possible!
How did he do it? It was impossible. It was absolutely impossible!
Under such circumstances, he did not believe that Mo Wen could cross more than ten meters in an instant and even surpass him.
Mo Wen ignored Hao Qian. The strong wind swirled around Mo Wen and whistled wildly. His silhouette flashed again and his body seemed to become a gust of wind. In a flash, he flew another ten meters forward.
"He …"
Hao Qian stared at Mo Wen, dumbfounded. He could not believe it.
When Mo Wen's silhouette appeared again, his face was pale beyond compare. His lips were slightly blue and there was no color in them at all.
He had used the Glory of Wind twice and the Glory of Thunder once. The burden on him was too great. If his body had not been strong enough, his physical body would most likely have collapsed.
After advancing another twenty to thirty meters, the pavilion was right in front of him. However, the invisible pressure had increased by more than half.
Mo Wen's figure swayed a few times and he almost fell into the lake.
Rumble!
The sky rumbled and lightning flashed. A bolt of lightning as thick as a tree struck down with unparalleled power.
Mo Wen gritted his teeth and the Cries of Hades Bell flew out of his hand. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood immediately merged with the Cries of Hades Bell.
Only immortal cultivators knew how to perform a blood sacrifice on a spiritual weapon. Mo Wen had practiced immortal cultivation methods before. Combined with his unique soul power, he could perform a blood sacrifice on a spiritual weapon, albeit with difficulty.
Dong!
The Cries of Hades Bell let out a crisp sound. The sound was very pleasant, but a terrifying ripple instantly spread out.
The huge bolt of lightning that struck down from the sky suddenly paused in mid-air. Then, it twisted and completely collapsed.
Within the area enveloped by the formless ripples, the pressure of heaven and earth instantly lessened. Mo Wen unleashed the Glory of Wind for the third time. This time, he flew more than 20 meters forward and landed at the edge of the pavilion.
Buzz!
Behind him, Hao Qian felt as if his head had been hit by a hammer. He felt dizzy and saw stars. His figure swayed a few times and then he fell into the lake.
When the invisible ripple spread towards him, he knew that it was bad. Unfortunately, he did not have the ability to resist at all. He could only watch as the ripple enveloped him.
Even though the ripple that spread towards Hao Qian was only a remnant wave and its power was much weaker, it still shook Hao Qian so badly that he fell head first into the lotus lake.
A beam of light flashed past. Before Hao Qian could recover from his dizziness, he was instantly swept away by the light.
Mo Wen lay at the edge of the pavilion. With the last bit of his strength, he rolled up to the top of the pavilion. Then, he felt dizzy. His vision turned black and he completely lost consciousness.
In order to pass through the lotus lake, he had been injured several times. His inner Qi had been used up. He had sacrificed his natal blood essence to perform a blood sacrifice on a spiritual weapon. This test had almost forced him to his limits.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Wen felt a ball of warm light envelop his body. It was very warm and very comfortable.
His senses became clearer and clearer. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was lying in an ancient lotus pavilion. There was a beam of white light in the sky that shone on him through the pavilion.
That indescribable sense of warmth and comfort came from the misty white light.
"My injuries have actually healed. What a miraculous light."
Mo Wen was surprised to discover that his serious internal injuries had actually healed. He had used all his strength to pass through the lotus lake. It was the most serious injury he had ever suffered. He had even lost his natal blood essence. If he had to treat himself, he would most likely need two to three months to recover.
Ordinary internal injuries were nothing, but the loss of natal blood essence was different. After using a blood sacrifice on a spiritual weapon, he might not be able to recover even after half a year.
But now, not only had his internal injuries healed, but even the natal blood essence that he had lost was completely replenished. His condition had never been better. (To be continued.)
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