Wherever the green light was, none of the commanders of the Ghost Lair would be able to leave this space.
"Impudent!"
Chu Xiao was infuriated. The ancient mirror in his hand flew out, and the image of a mountain appeared in the mirror. The mountain was tens of thousands of feet tall, and it was majestic and precipitous. The wind and snow were like knives, and it was like the highest divine peak of the Himalayas.
In the next moment, an identical snow mountain appeared in the dark space. The snow mountain floated in the sky and swooped down with irresistible force, as if it wanted to crush the entire space. A terrifying power spread in the dark space. That power could easily crush any Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivator.
A dragon's roar reverberated through the entire dark space. The jade hairpin in Mo Qingge's hand transformed into a ten-thousand-feet-long jade dragon. It circled around the towering mountain peak and actually lifted it up forcefully.
…
Outside the dark space, a group of Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmasters flew towards the ancient city in the center of the cleft space. The location of the sacrificial ceremony was the central square of the ancient city.
At that moment, sirens blared in the ancient city. All the members of the Ghost Lair walked out of their buildings and gathered in the central square.
"Hmph, just a bunch of small fries running out. They think that they can disrupt the sacred ceremony? What a fool's dream!"
On a tall tower in the central square, a young man in white stood at the top of the tower with a gloomy expression.
This person was handsome and had a slender figure. He was definitely a handsome man. However, there was an unconcealable Yin Qi between his eyebrows that added a bit of gentleness to his beauty.
Behind the young man stood dozens of people in black robes. They stood solemnly and each of them gave off a shocking aura. They were all Martial Arts Grandmasters. More than 30 Martial Arts Grandmasters stood at the top of the pagoda. Their auras caused the entire space to freeze.
"Kill! Block those Huatian Palace ancient martial art practitioners. "
"Yes."
Under the command of the white-robed youth, dozens of black-robed Martial Arts Grandmasters flew up into the sky and headed in the direction of the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmasters.
"Young Master, when will the Sacred Sacrifice begin? I'm afraid that things might change if we delay."
A young woman with a graceful figure and a thin veil draped over her shoulders walked to the white-robed youth's side. This woman was wearing a thin veil, and her sensitive parts were faintly discernible. However, it was not gaudy, and was just right. He exuded a mature aura, like a ripe peach.
The young woman's eyes were filled with affection as she gazed at the white-clothed youth with her big, watery eyes. She was charming and moving, evoking the most primitive desires of men.
However … The white-clothed youth acted as though he didn't see it. His gaze remained fixed on the distant battlefield. He said expressionlessly, "It's not time yet."
He only said four words and didn't say anything else.
Very few people knew the specifics of this sacred rite. Even the ordinary commanders of the Ghost Lair did not know much about this sacred rite.
However, he knew that the sacred sacrifice this time was too important, and he could not afford to make any mistakes. Otherwise, the entire Ghost Lair would be severely punished, and no one would be spared.
Once a king was enraged, souls would perish for thousands of miles. Eradicating a mere Ghost Lair would be as easy as blowing off dust.
The white-clothed youth slowly raised his head and looked at a funnel that was continuously falling sand not far away. The time was getting closer and closer. How could he not be anxious? However, at this crucial moment, he had to remain calm. With the arrival of the Emperor, there was no room for error.
At the center of the square, there was a nine-tiered altar. It was dark red in color, and runes flickered on its surface. Mysterious ancient runes were faintly discernible. There were red lines on the surface of the altar. They looked like blood vessels, and there was liquid flowing in them.
There were dozens of green orbs on each level of the altar. Those green orbs floated around the altar like ghost lanterns.
Only when one walked closer could one see clearly that there were white-clothed women imprisoned in those green orbs. Those white-clothed women were curled up, and their faces were pale. They were all unconscious. Thin tubes were inserted into their skin, and they were connected to the blood vessels. The blood patterns on the altar were formed by the blood of these white-clothed women.
Starting from the first level of the altar, the number of green orbs on each level decreased. There were only five green orbs on the eighth level, and only one on the ninth level!
The green orb on the ninth level was located at the highest point of the altar. There was a pool of blood in the center, and the blood in it was boiling. Blood souls were faintly discernible in the pool, and they were struggling frantically. Twisted faces covered in blood appeared in the pool, and they looked pained and hideous. Chilly winds blew in the surroundings, and ghostly wails and wolf howls rang out incessantly.
The only green orb was soaking in the pool of blood, and it was churning with the blood.
There was also a woman in a deep sleep inside. It was none other than Xu Qianqian, who had been missing for many days.
A hundred miles away, the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioners and the Ghost Lair Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioners met. It was as if Mars had collided with Earth, and a huge battle immediately broke out.
"I am the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall's nine-star executor, team leader of the fourth team. Members of the fourth team, listen to my orders."
A white-haired elder flew out from among the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmasters. The elder held a longsword in his hand, and his body emanated a terrifying aura that covered a radius of a thousand meters. He was even more terrifying than the Beast Kings that Mo Wen had encountered on Beast King Island.
This elder's cultivation was at least in the Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm.
Furthermore, there were at least five such absolute strong practitioners. The heritage of the Huatian Palace was undoubtedly on display.
"I am the team leader of the first team. Members of the first team, listen to my orders."
A person with an astonishing aura flew out, leading a group of people in different directions towards the altar in the center.
There were about 50 members of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall who had come. They were divided into five teams, and each team had ten people.
Mo Wen was a temporary member. He was not in any team and was not under the command of the team leader.
The members of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall worked well together. They split into two teams to deal with the Ghost Lair Martial Arts Grandmasters while the other three teams focused on breaking through.
Mo Wen did not follow any of the teams. He glanced around and flew to a hidden spot. He quietly took out a white jade spiritual talisman from the medicine spiritual ring.
The next moment, there was a flash of spiritual light, and his entire person disappeared from his original spot.
The Invisible Talisman was once again put to use.
The spiritual talisman was a power comparable to that of the Primordial Soul Realm and above. Ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters would definitely not be able to discover him. Even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators could be easily fooled by Mo Wen if they were not careful.
With the power of the Invisible Talisman, Mo Wen easily entered the ancient city and flew towards the altar in the center.
In a moment, he appeared in front of the altar.
"That's!"
Mo Wen glanced at the altar and quickly discovered Xu Qianqian, who was at the top of the altar. As the only sacrificial offering on the ninth level, she was naturally very eye-catching.
A look of joy flashed in his eyes. He immediately looked at the green balls of light on the lower levels. If Yun Xiaoman had fallen into the hands of the members of the Ghost Lair, she would certainly appear in these green balls of light.
However, Mo Wen quickly frowned. He discovered that Yun Xiaoman was not in any of the green balls of light.
"Where's Yun Xiaoman? Could it be that she has not fallen into the hands of the Ghost Lair? " A bad feeling welled up in Mo Wen's heart. If Yun Xiaoman had not fallen into the hands of the members of the Ghost Lair, then who had she fallen into?
The young master of the Ghost Lair, who was standing at the top of the tall tower, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the altar. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Deep in his pupils, there seemed to be a green light flickering. If one looked closely, they would discover that there was actually an illusion of a five-colored spider in this person's eyes.
"Humph, you don't know your place."
The gaze of the young master of the Ghost Lair quickly fixed on where Mo Wen was. He extended his hand and pressed down on the empty space. Immediately, a sinister wind blew and dark clouds covered the sky. A huge palm appeared above Mo Wen's head, viciously slapping down.
Mo Wen's eyebrows twitched. A sense of danger welled up in his heart. He did not seem to think. With a flash of his silhouette, he disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away. His movements were mysterious and unimaginable.
The gigantic palm naturally missed its target.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. The youth was actually so alert. He coldly smiled. "Interesting."
The next moment, his silhouette had already disappeared from his original spot.
"That youth's body is full of Yang Qi. He is practically my favorite. I wonder how the young master will deal with him."
The eyes of the charming young woman standing beside the young master of the Ghost Lair lit up. Her red lips parted slightly and she exhaled. Her graceful figure trembled slightly. She could not help but become excited. She subconsciously squeezed her legs together and discovered that the thin silk underneath was already soaked.
"I can't care so much. No matter what, I have to snatch that beauty from the hands of the young master. With such rich Yang Qi, if I make love with him day and night, my cultivation will certainly break through again."
The charming young woman stomped her foot and twisted her waist. Her silhouette also disappeared from the tall tower.
After avoiding the attack, Mo Wen did not use the Invisible Talisman again. His silhouette appeared in the center square. Because he had already been exposed, the Invisible Talisman was already meaningless. He was surprised that someone could actually see through his Invisible Talisman so quickly. Most likely even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would not be able to do so easily.
Around the square, the sound of sirens immediately rang out. The ancient martial art practitioners of the Ghost Lair guarding the altar all surrounded him. From their eyes, one could clearly see that they were flustered and exasperated.
With such tight protection, the enemy had actually managed to sneak in without a sound. If they were to be held responsible, they would most likely lose their lives.
"Humph!"
Mo Wen coldly snorted. Seven masses of flames flew out from the medicine spiritual ring and then transformed into an ancient sword that appeared in his hand.
Mo Wen did not even think. He directly held the Sacred Fire Sword and slashed at the altar. As long as he destroyed the altar, he would naturally disrupt the Ghost Lair's sacrificial ritual.
A terrifying flame shot up into the sky. A terrifying heat wave exploded and the rocks on the ground instantly melted. A hundred-meter long Sword Qi cut through the air and crashed fiercely towards the altar. It looked as though it would shatter the altar in one fell swoop.
The Sacred Fire Sword was no longer the Sacred Fire Sword from before. Because of the Tower Spirit in the Fighting Spirit Tower, the Sacred Fire Sword had already been partially unsealed. Its power was comparable to a superb grade profound level weapon. It was an absolute treasure.
Just one slash had almost used up ninety percent of Mo Wen's inner Qi. Moreover, he had only barely managed to unleash one attack.
"You are seeking death."
A sinister voice suddenly sounded. The next moment, a silhouette appeared under the hundred-meter long Sword Qi of flame.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank. There was actually someone who dared to block the hundred-meter long Sword Qi of flame and use their body to block the attack of the Sacred Fire Sword!
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He had just returned from a business trip. Because he was pressed for time and had not brought a computer, he was unable to notify everyone in time. (To be continued.)
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