"That is …!"
The pupils of the young master of the Ghost Lair shrank. He suddenly looked at Mo Wen with a look of disbelief hidden in his eyes.
More than a thousand skeleton soldiers were all within the range of the ripples. In an instant, like wheat being cut, they fell in large numbers. In the short time of a few breaths, more than a thousand skeleton soldiers had all fallen to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Deified Soul Power! How did you do it? "
The expression of the young master of the Ghost Lair was extremely gloomy. In that instant just now, he had actually sensed the power of Deified Soul Power. That was an ability that only immortal cultivators above the Primordial Soul Realm possessed. He had never possessed such power before, yet he had actually encountered it on a youth with average cultivation.
Theoretically, that was almost impossible unless he had some heaven-defying encounter. Otherwise, how could an ancient martial art practitioner have the power that only immortal cultivators in the Primordial Soul Realm had? As the young master of the Ghost Lair, he was the most proficient in soul cultivation, far surpassing ordinary ghost cultivators. However, even he could not cultivate Deified Soul Power in the Deified Soul Condensation Realm.
"What? Weren't you very disdainful of me? There are also things that you cannot do. "Mo Wen smiled calmly. He could see shock and jealousy in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. Deified Soul Power was indeed a power that everyone dreamed of.
"You have indeed surprised me. However, that is all. The Thousand Ghosts and Souls is not that simple."
The young master of the Ghost Lair looked at Mo Wen coldly. His eyes flashed with killing intent. He had already made up his mind to kill this youth. Mo Wen had already become a threat to him and the Ghost Lair. If he was allowed to continue growing, he would certainly become a great enemy of theirs.
A sinister wind blew and the skeleton soldiers that had fallen to the ground suddenly flew up. Then, they gathered together. After they were completely disintegrated, they slowly reassembled, actually forming a huge skeleton that was a hundred meters tall. The skeleton held a scythe that was dozens of meters long in its hand. It emanated an unparalleled terrifying aura.
It was actually not much weaker than a third realm martial art practitioner. It was far stronger than Tan Qiyue.
"A brat who has barely reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm. Die."
The young master of the Ghost Lair coldly snorted. A dark swirl suddenly appeared above Mo Wen, releasing a powerful suction force in an attempt to suck Mo Wen in.
At the same time, the skeleton that was a thousand feet tall took a step forward. The ground rumbled and shook. The huge sickle in its hand became a beam of light, ruthlessly slashing towards Mo Wen.
With the power of this skeleton, even Mo Wen would most likely be killed if he was hit by the blade.
Mo Wen glanced at the dark whirlpool above his head. This whirlpool was pulling him in, making it impossible for him to avoid the skeleton's scythe. If he did not get rid of the dark whirlpool, he would very likely become a dead soul under the scythe.
Two Eight Trigrams quietly appeared in his eyes. The next moment, his arms shook, and a strange force field spread out with him as the center. In an instant, it enveloped the dark vortex, and a huge Eight Trigrams disk quietly appeared in the air.
As soon as the Eight Trigrams appeared, it formed a reverse force that instantly offset the power of the dark vortex.
Without the restriction of the dark swirl, Mo Wen instantly regained his freedom. His silhouette became a gentle breeze, quietly disappearing from beneath the sickle.
"It's actually a rite of passage martial art."
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair once again. His experience was naturally not that of an ordinary person. He could tell at a glance that what Mo Wen had just used was a rite of passage martial art.
Rite of passage martial art was a power that only ancient martial art practitioners who had become immortal could master. It was comparable to esoteric spells.
Under normal circumstances, immortal cultivators would only begin to come into contact with esoteric spells after their cultivation reached the Primordial Soul Realm. Immortal cultivators before the Primordial Soul Realm merely practiced ordinary spells.
As the young master of the Ghost Lair, his resources and training were naturally not something that ordinary immortal cultivators could compare to. However, up until now, he had only mastered the power of two esoteric spells, and it was just the tip of the iceberg.
What cultivation did this youth have? He was worlds apart from the young master of the Ghost Lair, yet he could actually unleash rite of passage martial art.
The young master of the Ghost Lair was once again shocked. This youth from the Huatian Palace had truly surprised him time and time again.
"Since that is the case, then don't blame me."
The young master of the Ghost Lair decided to go all out to kill Mo Wen. The threat of this youth had already risen to a level that even he was worried about.
There was a flash of light. The young master of the Ghost Lair, who was blocking in front of the altar, moved his body once again.
Mo Wen knew that he was not a match for the young master of the Ghost Lair. If he fought with him, he would certainly be at a great disadvantage. His life might even be in danger. He was far from being a match for ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm strong practitioners, let alone a terrifying existence like the young master of the Ghost Lair. If the young master of the Ghost Lair got serious, it would not be long before he was killed.
A strong sense of danger caused Mo Wen to choose to retreat without hesitation. It was almost impossible to rescue Xu Qianqian under such circumstances. Fortunately, the Huatian Palace had made sufficient preparations. The Ghost Lair might not be able to complete this sacrificial ritual.
"You want to escape? Dream on. "
The young master of the Ghost Lair laughed coldly. In a flash, his silhouette had already appeared in front of Mo Wen. A ghost hand reached out, containing an unparalleled pressure. It seemed as though he wanted to directly wipe Mo Wen off the face of the earth.
Mo Wen's heart skipped a beat. Almost without thinking, he shook his wrist. The mountain-like profound level weapon flew out, transforming into a huge illusionary mountain that blocked in front of Mo Wen.
Rumble!
A terrifying power pierced through the illusionary mountain, sending Mo Wen flying. The defensive power of the illusionary mountain could not withstand a single blow from the young master of the Ghost Lair. It began to crumble inch by inch.
Fortunately, the illusionary mountain was a profound level weapon. Its defensive power was rather astonishing. Even though it had crumbled, it had blocked all of the power of the young master of the Ghost Lair. Only the remnant waves crashed into Mo Wen's body, sending him flying along with the Qi waves.
"A defensive profound level weapon. You have quite a few good items in your hands. However, I want to see how long you can last." The young master of the Ghost Lair glanced at Mo Wen. His silhouette flickered and he disappeared from his original spot.
Mo Wen's face was slightly pale. Before this, the Sacred Fire Sword had drawn out most of his power. Just now, the mountain-like profound level weapon had drawn out all of his power. His inner Qi had almost reached its limit.
This was not the Fighting Spirit Tower. Inner Qi could not be used as spiritual power. Even if his inner Qi could be used as a portion of spiritual power, the consumption was rather terrifying. At the same time, he did not have a nature-defying existence like the Recovery Light.
With his current cultivation, he could still use ordinary profound level weapons. If he used a superb-grade profound level weapon, his inner Qi would be completely drained.
The attack from the Sacred Fire Sword had already reduced his inner Qi by 90 percent. Right now, facing the pursuit of the young master of the Ghost Lair, Mo Wen felt a sense of helplessness.
"Get out here."
A crimson light flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. He forcefully pulled Mo Wen out of the state of the Glory of Wind, interrupting his rite of passage martial arts.
Right now, he could already tell that Mo Wen had mastered more than one rite of passage martial arts. The mysterious movement technique was actually also a rite of passage martial arts. If the young master had not cultivated the Thousand Nether Pupil, he most likely would not have been able to accurately lock onto his position.
A crimson light flashed in the young master's eyes and struck one of Mo Wen's illusions. The Glory of Wind was forcefully interrupted and Mo Wen's silhouette fell out.
Mo Wen had known that this would happen, so he did not panic. The Cries of Hades Bell instantly appeared in his hand. The Deified Soul Power in his declarative memory surged out wildly, merging with the Cries of Hades Bell. Then, it formed an even more frightening attack, furiously crashing towards the young master of the Ghost Lair.
Right now, his inner Qi was exhausted and he could not use it to unleash any powerful attacks. However, he could use his Deified Soul Power to launch an attack.
A frightening Deified Soul Power crashed towards the young master of the Ghost Lair, barging into his declarative memory. If an ordinary person, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster, faced with a Deified Soul attack, they would most likely bleed from their orifices and be severely injured.
However, the figure of the young master of the Ghost Lair merely shook slightly. His pursuit of Mo Wen slowed down by a beat. Then, he was unscathed.
"Although your Deified Soul Power is powerful, it is still not enough to deal with me." The young master of the Ghost Lair laughed coldly. Although he did not have Deified Soul Power, his soul power was far above Mo Wen's. Moreover, he was a ghost cultivator and was most proficient in controlling soul type power. Mo Wen's attack was negligible to him.
Naturally, Mo Wen also did not think that his Deified Soul Power could block the young master of the Ghost Lair. This person was an absolute existence at the pinnacle of the Deified Soul Condensation Realm. He was only a step away from the Primordial Soul Realm. The difference between them was too great. Mo Wen's goal was only to delay for a moment. A moment was enough.
Taking advantage of the moment that the young master of the Ghost Lair paused, Mo Wen's silhouette also disappeared from his original spot without a trace.
"Huh?"
The young master of the Ghost Lair was slightly stunned. His gaze swept across his surroundings. After a moment, he suddenly understood.
"So that's how it is. You actually have an Invisible Talisman on you. No wonder you were able to charge into the center altar without a trace."
The young master of the Ghost Lair laughed coldly and said indifferently, "Do you think that you can escape from me just like that?"
A beam of colorful light lit up in his eyes. Then, an illusion of a Five Colored Spider appeared behind the young master of the Ghost Lair. The next moment, the illusion of the Five Colored Spider disappeared from its original spot. When it appeared again, it was already two kilometers away.
Rumble!
Thousands of beams of colorful light shot out. The Five Colored Spider directly crashed into the empty space and then exploded.
A silhouette flew out from the center of the explosion. Its face was pale and it violently spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. It was Mo Wen.
Mo Wen did not know what power the young master of the Ghost Lair had used to actually once again break through his Invisible Talisman.
However, using this gap, Mo Wen had also escaped more than two kilometers away, putting a large distance between him and the young master of the Ghost Lair.
"You are dead meat."
After repeatedly failing to kill Mo Wen, the young master of the Ghost Lair was also enraged. He was the dignified top person of the younger generation of the Ghost Lair, yet he actually could not kill a youth. If word got out, he would be a joke.
However, just as the young master of the Ghost Lair was prepared to continue chasing after Mo Wen, something happened at the center altar. A large number of Huatian Palace ancient martial art practitioners charged into the altar. The strong practitioners of the Ghost Lair could not stop the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall of the Huatian Palace at all.
"D * mn it!"
The young master of the Ghost Lair had not expected that this delay would actually give the Martial Arts Grandmasters of the Huatian Palace an opening. If he had guarded the center altar, it would not have been easy for the Martial Arts Grandmasters to charge into the altar.
However, right now, it was clearly already a little too late for him to go back and help them out.
"As expected, the Huatian Palace has found you. However, the sacred rite will not allow you to disrupt it. Anyone who wants to disrupt the sacred rite must die. The Emperor's descent cannot be stopped, and your Huatian Palace will eventually be destroyed. Of course, you certainly would not have guessed that I am still alive. "
The entire cleft space suddenly trembled violently. An aura enveloped the entire space, like the might of heaven sweeping down. (To be continued.)
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