Chapter 792 - 790: Exorcising Gods

Chapter 792: Chapter 790: Exorcising Gods

Wu Chen looked at Mo Lin, deeply puzzled.

Before coming here, he had already sent people to scout around, confirming that Mo Lin wasn’t in Beihai, and only then did he make his move.

But why had Mo Lin suddenly appeared in Beihai?

"Ghost Technique!"

Mo Lin activated his Lifebound Ghost Technique.

Nether Qi surged up behind Mo Lin.

The Nether Qi condensed into a pitch-black giant gate.

"Clatter..."

Chains of pure darkness leapt out from within the gate.

The chains were like they had eyes, whipping toward the Jingming Daoism disciples.

Someone summoned Evil-Slaying Dao Qi to block the chains.

"Bang!"

The chains pierced through the Evil-Slaying Dao Qi, then speared through this person’s chest, hanging his body over the ground and ending his life.

At the same time, the surrounding disciples all suffered the same fate.

Only a few with slightly stronger cultivation could barely fend off the chains’ assault.

Wu Chen’s brows knitted tight; he tore the wooden sword from his back.

He swung the wooden sword in his hand.

A golden flash slashed out head-on, forcibly blocking the chains rushing at him.

Wu Chen did have real skill.

What Mo Lin was using wasn’t some ordinary Ghost Technique.

This was Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique.

A Netherlord Realm Ghost Technique.

"Retreat!"

Wu Chen shouted to the people around him.

He slowly turned his head, and only then did he see.

Corpses filling the sky.

The chains crisscrossed in midair, with corpse after corpse hanging from them.

The chains had precisely pierced through these people’s hearts.

Apart from Wu Chen himself, there wasn’t a single living person at the scene.

Wu Chen grit his teeth, setting the wooden sword at his feet.

He stepped onto the wooden sword and flew via Sword Control through the air.

Wu Chen prepared to flee this place.

The wooden sword radiated golden light, wrapping Wu Chen within it.

Wu Chen streaked across the sky like a meteor.

Just then, a golden staff came crashing straight down toward Wu Chen.

"Boom!"

The golden staff smashed into Wu Chen’s body.

Wu Chen plummeted like a meteor, crashing into the ground and gouging out a deep pit.

Wu Chen spat blood; his bones felt like they were about to come apart.

The golden long staff in Six-Eared Mingyue’s hand could extend without limit.

In theory, no matter how Wu Chen tried to escape, no matter how far he fled.

She could still stop him.

Unless Wu Chen had some trick similar to Mo Lin’s Netherworld Lord Seal.

Something that could make him vanish into thin air.

At the instant Wu Chen’s figure smashed into the ground, Chen Xi led the horde of Ghosts in a head-on pounce.

Wu Chen summoned Evil-Slaying Dao Qi to resist the Ghosts.

But he couldn’t stand against sheer numbers.

"Squelch!"

He didn’t know which Ghost’s hand pierced through his chest.

Right after, Wu Chen felt countless Ghosts tearing him apart.

He tried to struggle, but there was simply no saving it.

All he could feel was himself being gnawed to death by Ghosts.

With Wu Chen dealt with, Mo Lin once again activated the Netherworld Lord Seal, swapping places with the Ghost he’d switched with previously at West Mountain.

Mo Lin appeared again at West Mountain.

After using the Netherworld Lord Seal twice, Mo Lin could clearly feel his breathing thrown into chaos.

Beads of sweat appeared on Mo Lin’s forehead.

Mo Lin’s pitch-black clothes were splattered with bloodstains.

"Back already, this fast?" Seeing Mo Lin return, Guo Mao’s pupils shrank, his face draining of color.

This was far too quick.

For Mo Lin to come back so fast meant the battle at Beihai was over.

Wu Chen and his people were all dead.

This was far too fast—before and after, not even the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, maybe even less.

If they weren’t enemies, he would honestly respect Mo Lin.

"How much combat strength do you have left now?" Guo Mao asked Mo Lin.

After Mo Lin returned from Beihai, it was obvious his aura was in disarray.

Even if Mo Lin were a Celestial God, he couldn’t take this kind of expenditure.

At the very least, his battle power was definitely affected.

"Nvwa!"

Mo Lin called out.

"Bang!"

A massive force slammed viciously into Guo Mao; Guo Mao instinctively raised his hand to block.

He was hammered backward more than ten meters.

Only then did he see who had struck.

It was a woman with a breathtaking figure.

She wore a blue robe, and her face was hideous.

The moment this woman appeared, all the flowers, grass, and trees around them withered in an instant.

Guo Mao sensed that she had an ability similar to his.

Both wielded the power of fire.

"Same as me, both using fire Magic?" Guo Mao said slowly.

"What the hell are you, to think you can be compared to me?"

Nvwa snorted coldly and swept her right hand.

A huge fireball descended from the sky.

The fireball was like a meteor, blotting out the heavens.

Guo Mao didn’t dare be careless; he raised a hand and activated his Magic.

He spat out a breath; the breath turned into flame in midair, rushing toward the falling fireball.

"Boom!"

The two fires collided, and Guo Mao was blasted backward on the spot.

The opponent’s fire-controlling methods were clearly more exquisite.

Guo Mao’s right hand formed a manipulation gesture, and a fire dragon instantly appeared before him.

The fire dragon extended endlessly through the air, then in the next moment charged toward Nvwa.

Nvwa wasn’t the least bit flustered; she slowly opened her mouth and suddenly inhaled.

The fire dragon followed Nvwa’s inhalation and was directly swallowed by her.

After finishing this motion, Nvwa burped, then spat out a puff of white mist.

It wasn’t that Guo Mao was particularly weak.

His Magic was simply countered by Nvwa.

Just like when the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy, Gu Yu, first encountered Nvwa.

Guo Mao’s Lixia Magic was not as refined as Nvwa’s Magic.

Guo Mao felt like he had a chest full of rage with nowhere to vent it.

"Fire God!"

Guo Mao snorted coldly and activated his Magic.

From thin air he condensed a Fire God.

This Fire God’s body was wrapped in flame, like a man made of fire.

"Fire God?"

Nvwa’s lips curled in disdain. "Don’t give it such a lofty name. This is just a fire man."

Indeed, just as Nvwa said.

Guo Mao was using Lixia Magic to condense a fire man.

This was nothing like the Celestial God Zhu Rong.

Guo Mao simply liked to call it a Fire God; it sounded more imposing.

The fire man stood over ten meters tall, swallowing and spewing flames as it charged straight at Nvwa.

Nvwa stood on the ground without moving in the slightest, not even attempting to dodge.

The fire man spat flames.

In the next instant, the flames engulfed Nvwa completely.

Nvwa crossed her arms over her chest, looking like she was bathing, her expression relaxed and content.

Not the slightest injury.

"That’s it?"

Nvwa snorted with utter contempt.

Of course... that was only because she didn’t fear flames.

If it were Mo Lin, there’s no way he could block this with his body.

Nvwa slowly raised her hand, her palm releasing a terrifying suction force.

The flames making up the fire man’s body grew increasingly insubstantial, then the entire figure disintegrated in midair, refined by Nvwa into a fireball the size of a fist.

Nvwa lifted her hand and swallowed the fireball.

Guo Mao’s face turned dark as iron; his expression was as foul as if he’d just eaten shit.

He’d really run into a wall.

His Magic, before Nvwa, was like a schoolkid facing a parent.

It couldn’t pose even the slightest threat to Nvwa.

"I am the Town Center Envoy, Guo Mao.

Spirit Driving." Guo Mao snorted coldly.

Since the Magic of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy couldn’t hurt Nvwa, then he would switch methods.

The Town Center Envoy’s Spirit Driving Technique.

This wasn’t a technique unique to him.

He wasn’t the only one who possessed it.

East Town, South Town, West Town, North Town.

The four Envoys all possessed this method.

Spirit Driving.