Chapter 787: Thousands of Ghosts and Souls
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The young master of the Ghost Lair stepped out, his clothes fluttering in the wind as he received the blow from the hundred-meter long flaming Sword Qi. With every step he took, the surrounding space shook. By the time he took his ninth step, a powerful force exploded out like hundreds of ocean waves, surging overwhelmingly towards the hundred-meter long flaming Sword Qi.
Rumble!
The hundred-meter long flaming Sword Qi seemed to have encountered resistance and began to tremble violently. Its speed was greatly reduced, as though it had moved from air to water and was facing great resistance. However, the sharpness of the Qi was not reduced. A surging sword intent slashed through the air. Even a muddy swamp could not withstand its sharpness.
A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. Nine steps of his Ghost Scaring Steps had actually not destroyed this flaming Sword Qi!
“Interesting.” A glint of interest flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. How could a youth with average cultivation launch such a terrifying attack?
With a flick of his finger, the platinum skull ring that he wore situated right in front flew out, becoming a giant skull that was a few thousand feet tall. The skull was like a huge mountain, situated in front of the flaming Sword Qi to block its power. It suddenly opened its large mouth and actually ate the hundred-meter long flaming Sword Qi in a few bites!
Flames exploded and turned the sky red. They also burned the skull, but the sharp sword intent had completely disappeared.
Mo Wen’s body shook and he took more than ten steps backward. The Qi and blood in his body churned. The might of the Sacred Fire Sword had actually been dissipated by a casual blow from this mysterious youth. Furthermore, the aura emanated by the youth shocked even Mo Wen. The youth’s aura was akin to that of a third realm Martial Arts Grandmaster. It might even be more powerful. A youth who was not much older than him actually had such terrifying cultivation. He was practically monstrous.
“In the Huatian Palace, you must also belong to the genius line. People like you are our primary targets to destroy. Since you have crawled down to the bowels of the earth, 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 miraculous magical seal coalesced before the young master of the Ghost Lair. A sinister aura expanded outwards. Mo Wen recognized it in an instant. It was a scene from when an immortal cultivator was unleashing a spell.
Thousand Ghosts and Souls was the most common spell among ghost cultivators and at the same time was also the most commonly seen spell. It utilized Ghost Qi from the underworld to summon malicious ghosts and liches. This spell was similar to the immortal secret technique which transformed beans into soldiers.
The might of the spell varied with the cultivation of the immortal cultivator. Similarly, the difference in the might of different levels of Thousand Ghosts and Souls was vast.
Once the Thousand Ghosts and Souls appeared, sinister winds blew through the region. The winds came howling and wailing sounds could be heard coming from nowhere. It was as though the reaper of Hell had arrived.
The ground shook slightly, and then skeletons emerged from the ground one by one. A swarm of more than a thousand of them surrounded Mo Wen.
The skeleton warriors wielded bizarrely shaped bone weapons. They swarmed around Mo Wen, seemingly treating him as their mortal enemy. Their resentment reached the heavens.
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that he had encountered a frightening Ghost Immortal Cultivator and that his cultivation was very likely at the pinnacle of the Deified Soul Coalescing Realm. The youth was equivalent to a third realm Martial Arts Grandmaster, and he was a ghost cultivator that was just a step away from breaking through to the Primordial Soul Realm.
“Enjoy the banquet of Death!” The young master of the Ghost Lair laughed evilly. He crossed his hands behind his back and actually did not attack anymore. He seemed to already be certain that with the Thousand Ghosts and Souls, he could kill Mo Wen.
He took one step forward and his silhouette appeared below the altar. He personally guarded the altar, preventing others like Mo Wen who had special abilities from entering this place. At the same time, his gaze looked towards the battlefield in the distance. In his eyes, the most threatening person was definitely not the youth that had infiltrated this place first.
Mo Wen put the Sacred Fire Sword away. Although the might of this sword was astonishing, it consumed a lot of Inner Qi. It could not be used continuously in combat at all.
Crimson light shone and the Blood Clotting Claw appeared on Mo Wen’s arm. Thick crimson light covered the dragon claw, making it seem exceptionally ferocious and evil.
Rumble!
He clawed at the skeleton warriors surrounding him. The skeleton warriors were instantly sent flying outwards. But what surprised Mo Wen was that these skeleton warriors merely lost limbs. Even after receiving an attack from the Blood Clotting Claw, their bone figures were actually not destroyed.
Mo Wen’s expression turned serious. The resilience of skeleton warriors’ bodies had exceeded his expectations. They were almost as resilient as a Martial Arts Grandmaster’s body. Also, each skeleton warrior was enveloped in a special power. Their attack power seemed be no weaker than that of a pinnacle of Golden Elixir Realm ancient martial art practitioner. It was likely that not even an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster could not withstand being surrounded by more than a thousand skeleton warriors.
Mo Wen had no interest in fighting these skeleton warriors to the death. He unleashed the Glory of Wind. His figure became a gentle breeze as he prepared to escape his encirclement.
However, the young master of the Ghost Lair seemed to have anticipated this. A beam of crimson light shot out from his eyes. In a flash, it instantly crashed into the spot that Mo Wen had just disappeared from.
Staggered, Mo Wen fell down somewhat pathetically. The Glory of Wind was instantly interrupted. Dozens of bone spears appeared at the same time, furiously stabbing towards his body.
“D*mn it!” Mo Wen’s expression instantly became sullen. He had not expected that the young master of the Ghost Lair had the ability to instantly disrupt his Glory of Wind, causing him to be caught off guard. Right now, he could not block the skeleton warriors attack in time.
A beam of golden light exploded from his body. The light shone brightly, brighter than the sun. The Indestructible Body of Vajrapani was activated to its utmost limit. Mo Wen instantly became a Golden Body Luohan. His skin glistened with an icy metallic texture.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Dozens of spears stabbed at Mo Wen’s body from different directions and positions, but each of them broke at the same time, shattering with snapping sounds.
On Mo Wen’s body, dozens of wounds with blood flowing from them appeared. Each wound was about a millimeter deep and was merely a graze.
“Huh? Such a strong body?” The young master of the Ghost Lair looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. This youth had actually blocked the skeleton warriors attack with just his body.
Mo Wen’s face was sullen. He knew that he had met his most frightening adversary. Escaping safely would be difficult.
“Young man, you have surprised me greatly. Even in the Huatian Palace, there cannot be many youths like you,” the young master of the Ghost Lair said as he looked somewhat interestedly at Mo Wen.
“You are also the most incredible youth I have encountered.” Mo Wen looked intently at the young master of the Ghost Lair.
“You actually compare yourself with me?” The young master of the Ghost Lair suddenly smiled. His smile was somewhat disdainful. This youth did not know his limits! He had actually dared to compare himself with him!
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was guarding the altar, afraid that others may take the opportunity to make their way through and had no time to bother with Mo Wen, this youth would most likely have already died at his hands.
A purple light flashed, and a small purple bell appeared in Mo Wen’s hands. Mo Wen’s eyes shone brightly with golden light like two suns releasing endless light.
Ding!
With a gentle ring, formless sound waves instantly covered a radius of a thousand meters. The calm space was like the surface of a lake; yet after a stone was thrown into it, ripples spread out.