Chapter 649

"What if I can block one of your punches?" Hou Jingfeng laughed coldly. He did not believe that he could not even block one of Mo Wen's punches.

"What do you think?" Mo Wen smiled. Hou Jingfeng was actually raising conditions with him.

"If I can block one of your punches, give me your Black Gold Puppet." A look of greed flashed in Hou Jingfeng's eyes.

"How dare you."

Mo Wen smiled. This Hou Jingfeng was actually coveting his Black Gold Puppet. His ambition was not small. A cold light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes and he said plainly, "What if you fail? What do you have that is worth a puppet? "

"If I fail, I will pay with my life." Hou Jingfeng did not believe that he would fail.

"Your life is too cheap. It is not worth a puppet," Mo Wen said with a smile.

"You …"

Hou Jingfeng's expression contorted. It was one thing for Mo Wen to be arrogant, but Mo Wen had actually dared to insult him in front of him.

"You wouldn't dare, would you?" Hou Jingfeng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked at Mo Wen with a sinister gaze. If Mo Wen had dared to insult him in such a way, he would have attacked him long ago. But now, he was tempted by Mo Wen's Black Gold Puppet. He had to remain calm.

Even if he won the bet, Mo Wen might not hand the Black Gold Puppet over to him. However, he had the Ming Temple behind him. With this wager, the Ming Temple could rightfully snatch Mo Wen's puppet in the future.

"You think you're smart."

Mo Wen smiled disdainfully. He naturally knew what Hou Jingfeng was thinking. Right now, he did not say much. Or rather, he had no interest in talking nonsense with Hou Jingfeng. His silhouette flashed and he appeared in front of Hou Jingfeng.

A light breeze blew past. Mo Wen's silhouette twisted like a shadow. Even Hou Jingfeng could not react. How had Mo Wen suddenly appeared in front of him? There had been no warning at all.

A terrifying aura spread out. There seemed to be lightning leaping in the air.

The next moment, Hou Jingfeng's silhouette flew backwards. He did not even have the chance to block Mo Wen's punch, let alone block it.

Ptui!

Hou Jingfeng fell to the ground. He struggled for a while but actually could not get up. His face was pale and his breathing was weak. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Under normal circumstances, Hou Jingfeng would not have been defeated so badly. However, in this space, his power was limited, causing him to only be able to unleash intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation. Under normal circumstances, even if Mo Wen could defeat Hou Jingfeng, it would most likely not be so easy.

Compared to Bu Xingyi, Hou Jingfeng was naturally much weaker. After withstanding Mo Wen's Glory of Thunder technique, he had almost completely lost his ability to fight.

On the other side, the ancient martial art practitioners of the Golden Dragon Sect and the Ming Temple were fighting. Because all the ancient martial art practitioners of the Golden Dragon Sect had gathered and only a portion of the Ming Temple's ancient martial art practitioners were here, the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder, Wang Changhan, was not around. Hence, the Golden Dragon Sect had the upper hand.

"Members of the Golden Dragon Sect, I will not coexist with you."

Bu Xingyi and Granny Jin Hua were fighting. However, because he had been injured by Mo Wen earlier, he was no match for Granny Jin Hua right now. As soon as they exchanged blows, he was in a sorry state.

Mo Wen slowly walked up to Hou Jingfeng. He lowered his head and said condescendingly, "It's not that I don't dare to bet with you. It's that you are not qualified to bet with me."

Hou Jingfeng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The humiliation made him want to immediately commit suicide. Ever since he was young, he had always been regarded as an absolute genius. Wherever he went, people would flock to him. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Even if you don't bet, I can take your life at any time."

Mo Wen smiled coldly and slowly extended a hand. A beam of golden light coalesced in his hand and transformed into a sharp blade. It emanated a terrifying aura. It was definitely enough to kill Hou Jingfeng in one blow.

"You dare … kill me …"

Hou Jingfeng looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. He had not expected that this youth would kill him in front of everyone. He was a member of the Ming Temple and the chief disciple of the Ming Temple. To the outside world, he was the number one person among all the young disciples of the Ming Temple. Even though his status could not be compared to the Sect Grand Elder, he was still much higher than the ordinary elders.

In the Four Great Mystery Dimensions, there were not many people who dared to kill him in front of everyone.

"No … don't kill me, don't …"

Hou Jingfeng was finally afraid. From Mo Wen's gaze, he knew that Mo Wen was definitely not trying to scare him. Mo Wen definitely dared to kill him in front of everyone.

Around them, the ancient martial art practitioners who were watching also looked at Mo Wen in shock. They were all trying to guess the identity of this youth. He had actually dared to kill the chief disciple of the Ming Temple in front of everyone. Hou Jingfeng was someone who had the potential to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Whoever killed him would be equivalent to killing the future Sect Grand Elder of the Ming Temple, or even the Temple Leader.

If it was someone from an ordinary sect, they would definitely not dare to do such a thing.

In the ancient martial art world, it was not uncommon for large sects to force small sects to their deaths. Other than one's own ability, many times, one's background was even more important.

Mo Wen smiled casually. Then, he waved his hand and slashed downwards. The Ming Temple was destined to become his greatest enemy. If he killed Hou Jingfeng now, he would have one less hidden danger in the future.

"Who dares to kill a member of the Ming Temple?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded. The next moment, a gray silhouette flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wen in an instant, shattering his golden blade.

Not far away, a silhouette flashed and an elder dressed in blue flew over. This person was tall and skinny. His bones were clear and his eyes emitted a frightening light. There was an invisible majesty about him. It was definitely a temperament that could only be cultivated by someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

"Wang Changhan, this old man has rushed over …"

"He is the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder. Rumor has it that his cultivation is much higher than Bu Xingyi's. Even Granny Jin Hua of the Golden Dragon Sect might not be able to defeat him."

"There are a few more Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners rushing over. There is going to be a good show to watch."

"This time, there are more than ten people from the Ming Temple. They are far more powerful than the members of the Golden Dragon Sect."

…

In an instant, another seven or eight ancient martial art practitioners appeared. All of them were dressed in the attire of the Ming Temple.

Mo Wen frowned slightly. The Ming Temple had a lot of people and was very powerful. In just a short while, more than ten people had gathered.

"Granny Jin Hua, why are you attacking the members of the Ming Temple? Could it be that you want to make an enemy of the Ming Temple? If you retreat quickly, I can let bygones be bygones."

Wang Changhan scanned his surroundings and then looked at Granny Jin Hua.

"The members of the Ming Temple are shameless. You surrounded the distinguished guests of the Golden Dragon Sect. What do you say about that?"

Right now, the two sides had stopped fighting and were facing each other. Because of Wang Changhan's appearance, the balance had been broken.

"No matter who is right or wrong in this matter, I hope that you will stop immediately. This time, we human ancient martial art practitioners have come together for the spiritual fire and the treasures in the Fighting Spirit Tower. We are not here to fight among ourselves. I believe that Granny Jin Hua has no objections to this, right? "

A bright light flashed in Wang Changhan's eyes. Then, he lowered his gaze. No one knew what he was thinking.

"As long as the members of the Ming Temple do not bully others, naturally, there will be no problems …"

Before Granny Jin Hua could finish speaking, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed. The entire sky darkened. Almost at the same time, everyone felt their hearts palpitate. Emotions of fear and unease surged. It was as though there was a ruler of heaven and earth looking down on them from the Nine Heavens.

Clumps of dark clouds enveloped the entire world. Thunder rumbled in the clouds. The rumbling sounds reverberated across the vast land. Rain fell from the sky, instantly causing the entire world to become hazy.

Suddenly, everyone felt a will that was like the might of heaven descend from the sky. It instantly enveloped everyone.

A voice appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

That voice came from the Tower Spirit!

Mo Wen shut his eyes tightly. His body trembled slightly. Under the unparalleled will, his spiritual consciousness was almost collapsing. Information that he could not stop or choose at all appeared in his mind.

"This space is actually …"

Mo Wen suddenly opened his eyes. A strange look flashed in his eyes. In just a moment, he had learned everything about this space from the Tower Spirit.

Or rather, everything was a game of death that the Tower Spirit had arranged.

Why was it a game of death? Because if they couldn't get out of this space alive, they would die here.

The dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser. The sound of thunder grew louder and louder.

In the rain, all the human ancient martial art practitioners saw silhouettes of all shapes and sizes appearing strangely in their surroundings. Those silhouettes seemed to have appeared out of thin air, appearing in their surroundings without any warning.

On the plains, in the ruins, on the hills, in the dilapidated city, there were silhouettes everywhere. They were densely packed and countless.

Some of the silhouettes were powerful, while others were weak. The powerful ones were comparable to Martial Arts Grandmasters, while the weak ones could not even compare to Qi Nucleation realm ancient martial art practitioners.

"Illusionary beasts."

A term appeared in Mo Wen's mind.

Illusionary beasts was a term that the Tower Spirit of the Fighting Spirit Tower had told him. Their appearance was no different from monstrous beasts, and their combat abilities were no weaker than monstrous beasts. However, they were not real existences. They were illusions created by this world. As they were not real life, they could only be called illusionary beasts.

However, the combat abilities of these illusionary beasts were no weaker than monstrous beasts. If they died at their hands, they would die completely.

Mo Wen recalled the rules of this world and could not help but laugh bitterly.

Right now, he believed that the Tower Spirit of this Fighting Spirit Tower definitely had very high intelligence. It had its own independent thoughts and was no different from an intelligent life form.

This was because the Tower Spirit had set up this game of death. It was related to the spiritual fire and the reason why all the human ancient martial art practitioners had come here.

Also, the reason why this space suppressed the cultivation of human ancient martial art practitioners was because of the rules that the Tower Spirit had set up.

In the beginning, human ancient martial art practitioners could only have the cultivation of the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. However, living in this space, they could constantly unseal their cultivation by killing illusionary beasts. When they killed enough illusionary beasts, their cultivation could be completely restored.

Also, ancient martial art practitioners with insufficient cultivation could increase their cultivation by killing the illusionary beasts of this world. In theory, as long as you killed enough illusionary beasts, this world could raise your cultivation to the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. (To be continued.)