When gods fight, there's really no set pattern.
It's nothing more than a one-on-one fight or a group brawl.
For the crowd, this was a feast of ganging up on the gravedigger.
The gravedigger.
It is the most wondrous existence in the universe, and everyone yearns for it.
The legendary tomb of the gods is the burial place of the gods and a gathering place for their magical artifacts.
In everyone's imagination, there are countless treasures of the gods there, and all kinds of cultivation techniques are available. As long as they enter, their cultivation techniques will increase at will, and they will no longer have to spend a lot of effort to find a magic weapon or search for a suitable cultivation technique.
However, the group could not enter; there was a tomb keeper there.
The tomb keepers are the obstacle between them and the treasure.
Without the tomb keeper, the tombs of the gods become paradise.
However, they were no match for the gravedigger.
The former tomb keeper was Cangwu.
Cangwu has tormented them for tens of thousands of years.
Finally, Cangwu disappeared, but he also disappeared with the Divine Tomb. They searched all over the world, but they could not find the Divine Tomb.
It wasn't until recently that someone discovered the Divine Tomb and used this Ten Directions Alliance to invite Cangwu.
Unexpectedly, one piece of good news after another came.
Cangwu is no longer here; only his disciples remain.
His disciple was not only arrogant but also lacked any sense of caution, actually going to the meeting alone. Did he really think there was no one else in the world to help him?
The crowd was overjoyed, so overjoyed that they almost thought it was a one-sided massacre.
However, after a few moves, they changed their minds.
This may have been a massacre, but it was a one-sided massacre by Mo Wen against them.
Mo Wen possessed a multitude of magical artifacts.
The Eastern Emperor's Cauldron.
The Bow of Creation.
Qiankun Ge.
Dawn and dusk plate.
Each of these items, if taken out, would be a divine weapon capable of causing bloodshed, yet he casually tossed them out as protective treasures.
Everyone's eyes turned red.
"Fine! I put you in charge of guarding the tomb, and you've already stolen from it. Mo Wen, what right do you have to continue guarding the tomb?"
"Kill him, kill him and we'll divide all this stuff among ourselves."
"That's right! Even if Cangwu comes back, we'll still have something to say."
"Haha, Cangwu is not coming back. I have already exhausted my power to divine for Cangwu, and Cangwu has already perished! I did not believe it at first, but seeing this kid so arrogant today, I can be sure that Cangwu is dead. Let's put in more effort. After we take down this kid, we can then divide the Divine Tomb."
At this time, everyone thought that Mo Wen was able to block so many attacks simply because he had too many magical treasures and the level of those treasures was too high, so they couldn't break through. But later, everyone changed their minds.
After sending everyone flying again with their magical artifacts.
Mo Wen laughed.
He was wrong!
The mistake was overestimating oneself and underestimating others.
After several tests, he was certain that he could crush these people with his skill alone.
All the magical artifacts were put away, leaving only the Tian'a Sword, which he usually used.
The sword light shimmered and sparkled.
His clothes fluttered in the fierce wind.
Her hair ribbon came loose, and her three thousand long hairs slowly drifted down.
With a single strike, sword light scattered in all directions, tearing souls to shreds wherever it went.
The old man watched as those who had fought alongside him were reduced to ashes in a single move, and vanished into nothingness with a gentle touch.
His prized fairy cave was making a loud cracking sound, and in no time, it would be completely razed to the ground.
His once rampaging and unrestrained divine beast was now trembling with fear and submitting to the ground.
And all of this was thanks to the man he had just looked down upon.
He couldn't help but tremble slightly as he dodged the fatal blow, his voice trembling as he said:
"Stop! Lord Mo, let's talk this out."
"Tch!" A light laugh, utterly disdainful.
Mo Wen sneered: "My actions are not something you can simply stop as you please."
The old man was terrified.
He sensed a deep killing intent emanating from Mo Wen, and he once again realized with profound clarity that Mo Wen and Cang Wu were different.
The Cangwu people are gentle and proud, and they don't kill easily, but even so, they are still terrifying to them.
But Mo Wen was ruthless; he killed without blinking an eye.
At that moment, they suddenly missed Cangwu very much, and would rather it be Cangwu that was besieging them than Mo Wen.
Mo Wen had no feelings for them; in fact, he despised them and wished for their deaths.
Moreover, Mo Wen's skill level was clearly higher than Cang Wu's.
This is the genuine feeling of the elderly man from all directions.
In fact, this is the problem.
Mo Wen had thought of this as soon as the fight started.
Later, he gradually realized that it wasn't that his skill level was actually higher than Cangwu's.
Instead, Cangwu gave half of his power to Canghai.
During that escape, he killed a thousand people and thus obtained the inheritance of Canghai.
Later, through Mo Yin's arrangement, he obtained Cangwu's cultivation technique orb.
He alone obtained the complete power of Cangwu.
These people were probably not facing Cangwu at his peak, but rather Cangwu after his power was divided; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to provoke him.
So, just how terrifying is Cangwu, who only possesses half of his power?
Mo Wen understood the cause and effect, and realized that he still had a long way to go. At least he was still some distance away from the peak of Cangwu.
Inside the cave, everyone began to scatter and flee. The ranking of the gods and the laws of heaven and earth became a joke in the face of life. They were even willing to offer those things to Mo Wen to stop if they could bribe him.
In an instant.
Don't ask why everything around you is so clean and there's no one left.
Mo Wen stopped what he was doing, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning the crowd before finally settling on the head of the Ten Directions Elder.
It doesn't matter whether the others are killed or not, but this old man must be killed. Otherwise, those who have died because of him will definitely feel it's unfair.
The alarm bells rang loudly in the hearts of the Ten Directions Elders.
He channeled his spiritual power and fled frantically.
Mo Wen dared not allow him to be so arrogant. He stretched out his large hand, and a suction force pulled on the old man, making him unable to move.
The old man was in a panic. He desperately summoned the Netherworld Beast, hoping that the beast would help him. However, the Netherworld Beast was sentient and as practical as those cultivators. At this moment, it had already collapsed on the ground, unable to take care of itself, and had no trace of the demeanor of a divine beast.
As the old man watched the suction force behind him grow stronger, he was pulled backward step by step, and for the first time, the shadow of death loomed over his heart.
He regretted it a little.
I regret not staying here peacefully in this immortal's cave. Why did I have to covet the divine tomb and provoke Mo Wen? Now look what's happened; I'm afraid I'll lose my life here.
He steeled his resolve, and just as Mo Wen was about to seize him by the neck and his soul was about to be scattered, he shouted, "Lord Mo, stop! Do you want her to disappear completely?"
As he spoke, he turned his hand and picked up a small, transparent jade coffin.
A slender woman was lying inside.
Mo Wen glanced at it, and his gaze froze.
"Natsuki?"
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