The locust trees stood tall, exuding an eerie atmosphere.
Blood and severed limbs were spilled all over the altar, and the ten pairs of boys and girls who were just alive were now dead and gone.
Visibly, several wisps of eerie, ghostly energy emanated from them, devouring their souls.
Next up are Miao Qingnu and Xiaobai.
Just then,
A sword aura slashed down.
In an instant, the worshippers who had been worshipping the ghosts died on the ground.
"I thought ghosts really lived in the ghost village, but it turns out they're just a bunch of things that are neither human nor ghost..."
Mo Xie smiled wryly and shook the blood off the demonic sword.
Who goes there?
The incantation to consecrate the ghost was interrupted, and the priest turned around angrily.
"Young Master!"
Miao Qingnu exclaimed in surprise, looking at the white tiger and saying, "Little White, you must cheer up, the young master has come to save us..."
"Roar..." Little White struggled to raise its head and barked at Mo Xie with its mouth wide open.
Having clearly seen the scene on the altar, Mo Xie remained expressionless, sword in hand, and leaped forward, shouting, "Kill the one who killed you!"
Pfft!
"ah!"
The white-robed ghosts who were blocking his way instantly fell to the ground, then retreated with a thud.
The priest's aged face was contorted with terrifying rage. "You audacious madman! How dare you be so disrespectful to the Ghost Lord's descendants, his people..."
"I've seen plenty of people born on earth who want to ascend to heaven, but this is the first time I've seen someone who wants to become a ghost!"
Mo Xie sneered, and his sword struck like a startled dragon.
The priest roared, "Guardian Ghost Guards, kill this pilgrim!"
"yes!"
A group of people charged towards Mo Xie.
Leading them were one thin and one fat; the thin one wielded a soul-destroying staff, and the fat one carried a soul-hooking lock.
"Do you think you're some kind of ghost or ghost?"
Mo Xie showed no fear and charged forward, brandishing her three-foot-long demonic sword.
With a single strike, he cut down a Ghost Guard at the Grandmaster Realm, and then with a backhand strike, he killed the attacker who had ambushed him from behind.
"Oh no, it's a King Realm expert!"
The onlookers, mostly ghosts, gasped in surprise.
The priest's face darkened. "A mere third-grade King Realm cultivator can't possibly cause any trouble in my Ghost God Village!"
"die!"
Mo Xie sealed the throat with a single sword strike.
Just then,
He felt an extremely cold, yin energy approaching, and instinctively swung his sword to slash at it.
Clang!
Sparks flew as the sword and chain clashed, sending each other flying.
"Fifth-grade King Realm?" Mo Xie took a few steps back.
Another cold, long whip lashed out from behind.
As if Mo Xie had eyes in the back of her head, she swung her sword backhand.
"Two fifth-grade King Realm experts?!"
Mo Xie's face darkened, and she took a few steps back to create distance.
Looking at the two ghostly things in front of me, one tall and one short.
The skinny man wielding the Soul-Destroying Staff chuckled sinisterly, "Heh heh, falling into the hands of us two brothers is a good thing, you're dead!"
The fat man, swinging the Soul-Hooking Chains, growled, "He's just an ignorant brat who dares to trespass on my Ghostly Holy Land! Kill him immediately!"
The two led a group of ghost guards to attack.
"Two fifth-grade King Realm cultivators, four low-grade King Realm cultivators, and a group of Sect Realm cultivators..."
"How could such a godforsaken place have such a lineup?!"
Mo Xie's heart sank, and he made a decision in an instant: if things were not going to work out, he would rescue Miao Qingnu and Xiao Bai and then flee!
"It's a pity that Xiaobai's collarbone was locked, otherwise we could have tested the power of the Great Wilderness Beast God Technique, which is like adding wings to a tiger!"
He shook his head, and without hesitation, revealed his trump card: "The first level of the Demon God Pass—the Xuanmo Pass, open!"
When facing these bizarre and ghostly things, there is no room for hiding one's skills!
boom!
A golden, demonic aura flashed in his eyes, and his black robes fluttered without wind.
"The Demon Spear has appeared!"
Mo Xie brandished his demonic spear with both hands and slashed down with great force, shouting, "Eternal Night Daoist Technique - Spear Skill - Sweeping Across the Eight Desolations!"
A flash of magical light, like an eternal night, appeared, followed by a powerful and forceful spear thrust.
"Oh no, retreat!"
The group of ghosts' expressions immediately changed.
"Wow!"
More than a dozen cultivators at the peak of their cultivation level coughed up blood and were sent flying backwards.
Only a few King-level experts remained, retreating repeatedly until they barely managed to stop.
"Damn it, isn't he supposed to be a third-grade King Realm expert? How can he have such strength?!"
"Hmph, with the few of us joining forces, we're not afraid of not being able to take him down!"
...
"Nine Swords of Annihilation!" Mo Xie, wielding the demonic sword, charged forward with lightning speed.
"Stop holding back, quickly unleash your ghostly magic!"
The group of people exuded a ghostly aura, and a chilling, eerie energy emanated from them.
"The tiger roars through the mountains!"
Mo Xie opened his mouth and shouted, unleashing the profound soul technique he had just learned from the 'Great Wilderness Beast God Technique'.
"roar!"
A deafening tiger's roar echoed out.
This technique seemed to have a remarkable effect on these ghosts; they all groaned and showed signs of pain.
With Moye's experience, how could she miss such a good opportunity?
"So magnificent it could swallow mountains and rivers!"
A massive surge of profound energy gathered on Mo Xie's fist, causing ripples to appear in the air!
Thump!
Moye lunged forward with a straight punch, and an invisible tiger-shaped spear emerged from it.
"puff!"
Of the remaining King Realm experts, only the two guardians suffered minor injuries and were forced to retreat; the rest were sent flying backward, coughing up blood.
"A ghostly shadow!"
The time limit was about to expire, and Mo Xie didn't have time to kill anyone. He fled towards the altar like a blur.
"Get the hell out of here!"
The old ghost was still chanting incantations when Mo Xie swung his sword down, knocking him to the ground.
His figure finally landed on the altar, with wisps of dark, ghostly energy coiling around his ankles.
"It's so cold!"
A chill ran through Mo Xie, making him shiver involuntarily.
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