Chapter 798
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The young master of the Ghost Lair stepped forward. His clothes fluttered in the wind as he faced the hundred-meter long flaming sword Qi head-on. With every step he took, the surrounding space shook. When he took his ninth step, a powerful force exploded. It was like a hundred ocean waves that surged towards the hundred-meter long flaming sword Qi with an earth-shattering force.
Rumble!
The hundred-meter long flaming sword Qi seemed to have encountered an obstacle. It shook violently and its flying speed decreased greatly. It was as though it had entered water from the sky and encountered a great resistance. However, its sharpness did not diminish. A turbulent sword intent swept across the sky. Even though it had sunk into a quagmire, it still could not block its sharpness.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. His Ghost Frightening Steps had taken nine steps in a row but had not destroyed the flaming sword Qi.
"Interesting."
A look of interest flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. A youth with average cultivation could actually unleash such an astonishing attack.
With a flick of his hand, a platinum skull ring flew out and transformed into a huge skull that was hundreds of meters in size. That skull was like a huge mountain, blocking in front of the Flaming Sword Qi. It suddenly opened its mouth, and with a few cracking sounds, it actually bit and swallowed the hundred-meter-long Flaming Sword Qi.
The flames exploded and dyed the sky red. The skulls were also burnt red, but the sharp sword intent had completely disappeared.
Mo Wen's figure shook and he retreated more than ten steps. The Qi and blood in his body churned. The might of the Sacred Fire Sword had actually been casually broken by a mysterious youth.
Furthermore, the aura emanating from the youth shocked even him. It was almost on par with a Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm strong practitioner. It might even be stronger.
A youth who was not much older than him actually had such frightening cultivation. It was simply unheard of.
"In Huatian Palace, you should be considered a genius. People like you are the ones that we should focus on destroying. Since you refuse to take the path to heaven and barge into hell, then die."
The young master of the Ghost Lair looked indifferently at Mo Wen. The next moment, a circle of black light shone from his body.
"Thousand Ghosts and Souls."
A mysterious magical seal coalesced in front of the young master of the Ghost Lair. A gloomy aura emanated from it. Mo Wen recognized it at a glance. That was the scene when the immortal cultivators cast their spells.
Thousand Ghosts Thousand Souls was the most common magic art among ghost cultivators. At the same time, it was also the most common magic art. It used the ghostly aura of the netherworld to summon malicious ghosts and corpses from heaven and earth. It was an immortal secret art similar to the Bean Soldiers Transformation.
This technique varies according to the cultivation of the cultivator. Different levels of Hundred Ghosts of a Thousand Souls had a world of difference in power.
As soon as the Hundred Ghosts and Thousand Souls appeared, a chilling wind blew in the surroundings, and a series of ghostly wails and wolf howls came from the void, like the emissaries of hell.
The ground shook slightly. Then, skeletons emerged from the ground one by one. They were densely packed and surrounded Mo Wen. There were more than a thousand of them.
The skeleton soldiers held strangely shaped bone weapons as they swarmed towards Mo Wen. They seemed to treat him as their mortal enemy. Their resentment was monstrous.
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that he had encountered a terrifying ghost immortal cultivator. Moreover, his cultivation had most likely reached the pinnacle of the Soul Condensation Realm, which was equivalent to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm. He was just one step away from breaking through to the Primordial Soul Realm.
"Enjoy the feast of death."
The young master of the Ghost Lair smiled evilly. His hands were behind his back, and he actually stopped attacking. He seemed to be certain that with the Hundred Ghosts and Thousand Souls, he could kill Mo Wen.
He took a step forward and his silhouette appeared below the altar. He personally guarded the altar to prevent people like Mo Wen, who had special abilities, from barging in. At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the battlefield in the distance. In his eyes, the most threatening person was definitely not this youth who had barged in first.
Mo Wen put away the Sacred Fire Sword. The power of this sword was astonishing. Although the power of the sword was astonishing, it had absorbed too much inner Qi. It could not sustain the battle at all.
There was a flash of crimson light. The Blood Clotting Claw appeared on Mo Wen's arm. The dragon claw had a thick crimson light, and it was exceptionally ferocious and evil.
Rumble!
Mo Wen's claw slammed into a skeleton soldier that was surrounding him. The skeleton soldier was instantly sent flying. However, what surprised Mo Wen was that the skeleton soldier had only lost an arm. Its bone body had withstood the attack of the Blood Clotting Claw and was actually not destroyed.
Mo Wen's expression was grave. The body strength of the skeleton soldier had exceeded his expectations. It was almost as strong as the body of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Also, every skeleton soldier was enveloped in a special power. Their attack power was almost on par with that of a pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm ancient martial art practitioner.
An ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster would most likely not be able to withstand the encirclement of more than a thousand skeleton soldiers.
Mo Wen was not interested in fighting to the death with the skeleton soldiers. He unleashed the Glory of Wind. His body turned into a gust of wind as he attempted to break out of the encirclement.
However, the young master of the Ghost Lair seemed to have expected this. A beam of crimson light flew out from his eyes and disappeared in a flash, instantly crashing into the spot where Mo Wen had disappeared.
Mo Wen staggered and fell somewhat pathetically. The Glory of Wind was instantly interrupted. More than ten bone spears appeared at the right time, stabbing fiercely at his body.
"Damn it."
Mo Wen's expression was sullen. He had not expected that the young master of the Ghost Lair would actually have the ability to instantly interrupt his Glory of Wind. He had been caught off guard and suffered a great loss. Right now, he had no time to block the attack of the skeleton soldiers.
A beam of golden light exploded from his body. The light shone brightly, brighter than the sun.
The Indestructible Body of Vajrapani was unleashed to the extreme. Mo Wen instantly turned into a Golden Body Luohan. His skin emanated a cold metallic texture.
Ding! Ding!
More than ten bone spears stabbed into Mo Wen's body from different directions and different positions. However, they all broke at the same time, shattering inch by inch with a cracking sound.
More than ten bleeding wounds appeared on Mo Wen's body. Each wound was about a millimeter deep and had only scratched his skin.
"Huh? What a strong body. "
The young master of the Ghost Lair looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. This youth could actually use his body to block the attack of the skeleton soldiers.
Mo Wen's expression was sullen. He knew that he had encountered a terrifying enemy. It would not be easy for him to escape safely.
"Youth, you have surprised me. Even in the Huatian Palace, there are not many youths like you, right?" the young master of the Ghost Lair asked as he looked at Mo Wen with interest.
"You are also the most powerful youth I have ever met." Mo Wen looked deeply at the young master of the Ghost Lair.
"You actually compare yourself to me."
The young master of the Ghost Lair suddenly smiled. His smile was somewhat disdainful and contemptuous. This youth did not know his limits. He actually dared to compare himself to him.
If it were not for the fact that he had to protect the altar and was afraid that someone would take advantage of the situation, he would not have had the time to deal with the youth.
There was a flash of purple light and a small purple bell appeared in his hand.
The golden light in Mo Wen's eyes burned brightly like two suns releasing endless light.
Ding!
There was a soft sound. Formless sound waves instantly covered a radius of a thousand meters. The calm empty space was like the surface of a lake. After a stone was thrown into it, ripples spread out. (To be continued.)
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