Chapter 814 - 812: Fell Into a Trap

Chapter 814: Chapter 812: Fell Into a Trap

To say nothing of the fact that no man can pull out the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword.

Let’s talk about something else.

The Purple and Blue Treasure Sword is Fairy Yunxia’s treasure; there’s no way she’d hand her own treasure to some strange man.

Thinking of it this way, everything made sense.

Qinglin attacked Mo Lin again; she raised her right hand, Dao Qi condensing into an Eight Diagrams pattern that pressed down toward Mo Lin.

At the moment it was Mo Lin, Qinglin, Hongli, and Houtianqing, the four of them fighting over a wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity.

As for the others, either their strength was too weak, or they were afraid of death and didn’t dare make a move.

The battle on the scene was extremely intense.

The battlefield shifted, with Mo Lin and Qinglin fighting each other.

Hongli was fighting against Houtianqing.

"Eight-Trigram Suppression Immortal Technique." Qinglin snorted coldly, unleashing her strongest method.

Dao Qi gathered in her hand, condensing into an Eight Diagrams pattern.

The Eight Diagrams pattern floated in midair, rotating.

A terrifying pressure instantly descended, and then the Eight Diagrams pattern pressed toward Mo Lin.

A huge boulder in front of Mo Lin was directly shattered into pieces under the pressure of the Eight Diagrams pattern.

Centered on Mo Lin, all the surrounding buildings completely collapsed.

Mo Lin felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on his head, as though in the next instant it would crush him into a smear of flesh.

If Mo Lin did not unleash his Netherlord Realm power, there was simply no way he could block this move of Qinglin’s.

Jet-black Nether Qi emerged beside Mo Lin.

The Nether Qi condensed into a pitch-black official’s robe.

With the appearance of this robe, Mo Lin’s aura climbed directly upward.

In that instant, Mo Lin fully revealed his Netherlord Realm strength.

"Netherlord Realm strength?" Seeing Mo Lin’s Netherlord Realm power, Qinglin was suddenly shocked.

At that moment she abruptly realized who the man before her was.

Recently, a second Netherlord Realm cultivator had appeared in the East District.

Many people were aware of this.

That man had suppressed the entire Six-Eared Race by himself; this matter had shaken the whole South District.

A great many people knew.

Now there were two Netherlord Realm experts in the South District; the first was Qian the Third.

The second was this man before her.

"Mo Lin... Netherlord Realm strength." Qinglin’s brows knit tightly, a look of fear in her eyes.

In the distance, Houtianqing’s pupils suddenly shrank.

"You’re Mo Lin? The Mo Lin who slew my cousin?"

A murderous glint appeared deep in Houtianqing’s eyes; if a gaze could kill, his eyes right now would be enough to kill Mo Lin dozens of times over.

Hongli stopped fighting Houtianqing at this moment, his entire attention now on Mo Lin.

There was no doubt that Mo Lin was the greatest enemy.

Qinglin’s Eight-Trigram Suppression Immortal Technique was unleashed, the Eight Diagrams pattern in the air pressing down toward Mo Lin.

At the same time, the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword was also in Mo Lin’s hand.

Mo Lin drew the sword and then swung it.

A streak of purple-blue Sword Qi swept out toward the oncoming pattern.

The Purple and Blue Treasure Sword was already extremely powerful; under the blessing of Mo Lin’s Nether Qi, this strike’s power became even greater.

"Crash..."

The purple-blue sword light cleaved directly into the Eight Diagrams pattern.

Cracks appeared across the Eight Diagrams pattern, and then it collapsed.

With one sword, Mo Lin shattered Qinglin’s Eight-Trigram Suppression Immortal Technique.

Qinglin’s pupils contracted sharply. "No... that’s not a fake Purple and Blue Treasure Sword.

This is the real Purple and Blue Treasure Sword."

"You actually managed to draw the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword."

Qinglin’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone present heard her clearly.

Mo Lin had drawn the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword.

Hongli’s pupils shrank abruptly as he cried out.

"What? That’s the real Purple and Blue Treasure Sword?"

Hongli’s expression was quite a sight, shifting from shock to envy.

Mo Lin raised his hand and swung another sword.

Qinglin immediately retreated, but she was still too slow; the purple-blue Sword Qi slashed past in front of her.

Qinglin’s chest was struck by the purple-blue Sword Qi on the spot, blood spraying out.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Qinglin had used Dao Qi to protect her body, offsetting part of the Sword Qi’s damage.

Only then was she not slain by Mo Lin’s sword in a single blow.

Qinglin immediately fell back.

"I’ve lost. I won’t fight you over that wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity anymore."

Qinglin conceded of her own accord.

She knew very well that even with the Eight-Trigram Suppression Immortal Technique, she was still no match for Mo Lin.

Never mind that she had the Eight-Trigram Suppression Immortal Technique; even if she possessed two strands of pure-colored Immortal Qi, she still might not be Mo Lin’s opponent.

Seeing Qinglin concede and give up on contending for that wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity, Hongli and Houtianqing exchanged a glance.

"Join forces?" Hongli asked first.

"Fine." Houtianqing nodded, agreeing readily.

In a situation like this, if they still didn’t join forces, that wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity would definitely be taken by Mo Lin.

Houtianqing was the first to move; he activated a Bloodline Immortal Technique, and a Bright Red bow and arrow appeared in his hand.

Then Houtianqing drew the bow, a Bright Red arrow flying toward Mo Lin.

At the same time, Hongli also moved.

Hongli activated two strands of pure-colored Immortal Qi.

The two strands of pure-colored Immortal Qi circled around Hongli; he swung his fists, engaging Mo Lin head-on.

Mo Lin swung the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword again, purple-blue Sword Qi cleaving forward.

Houtianqing shot out dozens of Bright Red arrows.

The arrows collided with the purple-blue Sword Qi, successfully blocking it.

Hongli’s eyes lit up; now was the best opportunity to slay Mo Lin.

He charged up to Mo Lin; he only needed a few seconds, and in those few seconds, there was absolutely no way Mo Lin could swing a second sword.

Hongli rushed to Mo Lin’s front, two strands of pure-colored Immortal Qi gathered on his fist.

If this punch struck Mo Lin’s chest—

It could definitely blast a bloody hole through Mo Lin’s chest.

Just as Hongli thought he could slay Mo Lin, an accident occurred.

The Nether Qi behind Mo Lin condensed into a pitch-black great gate.

The gate swung open, and chains shot out in an instant.

At such close range, Hongli simply had no time to dodge.

He could only activate his two strands of pure-colored Immortal Qi and forcibly withstand Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered through the air.

The chains pierced through Hongli’s chest.

Hongli’s chest was riddled with bloody holes like a hornet’s nest, and just like that he was slain by Mo Lin.

Hongli’s body collapsed to the ground.

After finishing off Hongli, Mo Lin charged toward Houtianqing.

Mo Lin swung the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword once more.

As he swung the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword, Mo Lin also activated his Lifebound Ghost Technique again.

Houtianqing blocked the purple-blue Sword Qi that slashed down toward him, but he failed to block Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique.

Chains passed through Houtianqing’s body one after another.

Ending Houtianqing’s life.

In less than a few dozen minutes, Mo Lin had successively slain two geniuses.

The surrounding crowd all backed away, each showing a look of fear.

In their eyes, Mo Lin was as terrifying as a God of Killing.

No one dared to contest that wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity with Mo Lin.

Mo Lin walked toward that wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity, his right hand reaching out to touch it.

At the very moment Mo Lin touched the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity, a massive suction force suddenly surged forth.

The terrifying suction seemed intent on draining Mo Lin dry.

The power within Mo Lin’s body was rapidly draining away.

This felt completely different from when Mo Lin had refined a wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity in the East District before.

"No... it’s a trap..." Mo Lin reacted quickly.

He had been set up.

In just a few breaths of time, more than half of the power in Mo Lin’s body had instantly drained away.

Someone was using a wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity as bait to lure Mo Lin into the trap.