Chapter 1105: The Death Of An Old Friend (1/2)

Chapter 1105: The Death Of An Old Friend

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Mo Wuji grabbed towards the empty space in front of him and the Half Moon Weighted Halberd appeared in his hand. After which, he spoke extremely slowly, ”That's right. I have the Phecda Clay. If you're capable, then come and snatch it from me.”

Meng Ye whipped his horsetail whisk, causing billions of white whiskers to shoot towards Mo Wuji, ”You are the most arrogant Unity God ant that I've met. Let's see whether you have the qualifications to say those words…”

Meng Ye stopped abruptly. He discovered that his billion whiskers did not move in the way he had planned. They were easily sealed by Mo Wuji. After which, he tried to grab towards Mo Wuji with an elemental hand.

Even if Mo Wuji was any weaker, he wouldn't be grabbed by Meng Ye's elemental hand. His Half Moon Weighted Halberd also conjured billions of halberd light which shot towards Meng Ye's billions of whiskers. God elemental energy exploded violently in the air.

If not for the fact that both Mo Wuji and Meng Ye did not want to kill Yue Ming, Yue Ming would have already been torn into pieces. As for the flying shuttle, it had long disintegrated from the might of the two's elemental energy and domains.

Yue Ming naturally knew to retreat. She knew that in this sort of terrifying battle, she was nothing more than an ant.

At the same time, she didn't try to flee. She knew that if she tried to escape, and if Mo Wuji lost, the Rogue Sage Meng Ye could still easily capture her. Secondly, she knew how Mo Wuji entered Gods Tower, how he rescued a person from Gods Tower and also the person that Mo Wuji rescued.

”Boom! Boom! Boom!” After Yue Ming retreated, Mo Wuji and Meng Ye began to fight with greater ferocity. As they stood in mid-air, they continued to shoot sacred arts towards their opponents. Minute tears continuously formed in the space around them.

”You indeed have some methods. All creation turns to whiskers, everything becomes an illusion…” The whiskers in Meng Ye's horsetail whisk suddenly transformed into a world.

Within this world, everything was worrying. Instead of living in worries, why not let them down and turn into an illusion? If you aren't willing to become an illusion, then you would need to slowly use your intelligence to undo the billions of Worrying Whiskers.

Mo Wuji was instantly drawn into these Worrying Whiskers. He immediately woke up from the hallucination and stared at the world around him in shock. This old fella actually used a sacred art that was similar to his World of Men. The World of Men was one of his most adept sacred arts. This was simply displaying one's slight skill in front of an expert.

Mo Wuji naturally wouldn't be willing to turn into an illusion within these billions of Worrying Whiskers. Not only didn't he retreat, he took a step towards the boundless Worrying Whiskers and stabbed forward with his finger. World of Men!

Mo Wuji's World of Men had always been used against cultivators. This was the first time that he was using his World of Men against a sacred art.

In the World of Men, life and death, worries and joy were all thoughts of a mortal.

In this world, mortals only wish to survive. There's no need to talk about life principles nor undoing of these billions of Worrying Whiskers.

I am a mortal. I do not have great intelligence. In this world of mortals, I only wish to survive. Instead of using my intelligence to undo these Worrying Whiskers, why don't I burn it all?

I have no need to undo these whiskers. Scholar's Heart, burn for me.

”Bang!” A pillar of flames erupted and rose thousands of meters high.

In this World of Men, those billions of dense Worrying Whiskers were burned by the pillar of flames. Everything went clear and the space around them was now empty.

Meng Ye did not continue attacking. He stared at Mo Wuji calmly and said, ”Even though you are a Unity God, you have the qualifications to say those words to me. I believe that even if I can defeat you, it would be hard for me to kill you.”

Mo Wui spoke with disdain, ”Old daoist, can you stop acting? You must be dreaming if you think that you can defeat me.”

All those fellas with God Thrones sit loftily in their high places. All other forms of life were nothing more than ants to them. Mo Wuji did not have a good impression towards these Throned Gods. He always had a reason when he killed. However, many of these Throned Gods conduct massacres on casual whims.

An ordinary cultivator in front of these Throned Gods was equivalent to a fish in front of a mortal.

Mo Wuji also guessed that he wouldn't be able to defeat Meng Ye. However, the difference in their power was not large. Moreover, Meng Ye must be dreaming if he thought that he could kill him, Mo Wuji.

For an expert like Meng Ye, although he treats other lifeforms as ants, he had great tolerance. These words of Mo Wuji's weren't able to incite any rage in him. He remained calm as he said, ”This is merely a clone. Even if you win, there's nothing for you to celebrate about.”

Hearing that this was merely a clone of Meng Ye's, Mo Wuji's heart sank. If a clone was already so powerful, then how powerful was the true Meng Ye?

However, Mo Wuji soon reacted. Perhaps Meng Ye was like Kun Yun and only had this clone left of him.