787 Thousands of Ghosts and Souls (1/2)
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.