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Chapter 263 The demonic monk has no form! A genius beyond his time(2/2)

"From the moment you saw my trump card, you never had any chance... In the end, it was just a matter of death."

Rumble…

Suddenly, Wu Xiang took a step forward, and the rosary in his hand suddenly flew up, and dark golden spiritual energy surged like floating clouds, holding it up.

"Nightmare Pearl!"

Wuxiang recited the Dharma formula with his mouth, followed it with his hands, and a roar resounded through the Demon Subduing Hall, like an ancient bell, that lingered in the ears.

In an instant, the entire Demon-Conquering Hall shook, especially the central main hall, which was trembling and the window frames were floating, as if they were about to burst open.

Li Mo's complexion changed slightly and his figure suddenly stood up.

At this moment, he no longer held back, and the powerful spiritual breath came roaring like a flood bursting its banks.

In an instant, the gray spiritual aura was like a dark cloud, shrouding the sky above the Demon-Conquering Hall.

"Oh my god...his spiritual breath...spurted out!?"

Zheng Ji's eyes almost popped out, Li Mo's power was too great, even some of the strong people he had seen [Living in the Miao Realm] were not in a hurry compared to it.

Such a terrifying force was so devastating that it directly hit the floating rosary.

"You are stubborn and have fallen into the devil's path!"

Wuxiang proclaims compassion with his mouth, shakes his head and whispers.

The next moment, eight [Nightmare Spirit Beads] from one hundred spirits suddenly spread out, like stars, emitting a terrifying luster.

Li Mo's expression changed slightly, and his gray spiritual breath was like falling into the river and sea. It was silent and unable to break through the shackles of the eight rosary beads of one hundred spirits.

"What kind of treasure is this!?"

Concubine Shi Ming suddenly raised her head, and in the sky above the Demon-Conquering Palace, a black cloud pressed down, and scattered beads were dotted like starlight.

Under the blessing of such a treasure, Wuxiang's spiritual energy continued to amplify. Every time he passed a rosary, his power doubled.

"One hundred and eight times!?"

Concubine Shi Ming simply couldn't believe that the body of an ordinary monk could not withstand such power, not to mention that there was no magic weapon that could amplify one's own power one hundred and eight times.

If it goes beyond common sense, it is a monster and should not exist in the world.

"That's spiritual breath..."

Li Mo raised his head and looked at the black clouds pressing overhead, his eyes filled with surprise.

He has never seen a person's spiritual energy amplify to such an extent, becoming like a cloud, overwhelming everything.

With this kind of power, any Xuan Gong technique will be eclipsed.

"Destroy all laws with one force!"

"What a wonderful power..."

Wu Xiang clasped his hands together and controlled the [Nightmare Spirit Bead]. His eyes were full of intoxication, but his face was as pious as a pilgrim Buddha.

"The first generation leader of Ling Sect...he is a genius beyond his time..."

At this moment, Wu Xiang's posture was condescending, and his eyes looking at Li Mo were full of compassion, as if he was looking at a ghost who was about to fall into the abyss of purgatory.

The Nightmare Spirit Pearl is a treasure created from [Forbidden Iron].

This strange object from the [Shenzong Forbidden Land] can restrain the power of monks and demons, but it is inherently unable to forge weapons. If it takes the shape of weapons, it will definitely cause taboos and disasters.

Back then, the first generation leader of the Ling Sect did the opposite. Since he couldn't use it to create weapons that could restrain the power of monks and demons, he went backwards in research and finally allowed him to extract a substance that could amplify the power of monks and demons.

After so many years, based on the research left by Han Qi, Guixu finally figured out a method for forging treasures similar to the [Nightmare Pearl].

It can amplify the master's power crazily and break through its original limits.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Forbidden iron cannot make an army, and retrograde movement can lead to madness..."

The first generation disciple of Ling Sect was a genius who transcended his time, and the legacy he left behind was enough to subvert the world.

"Li Mo, you will die without regrets."

Wu Xiang shouted softly, and the black cloud formed by the terrifying spiritual breath rolled over, like a mighty disaster, covering Li Mo.

"It's over..."

Concubine Shi Ming's heart skipped a beat. She knew that after Li Mo died, it would be their turn.

Everything that happens in the Demon-Suppressing Hall will not be revealed.

Buzz…

At this moment, a soft chant resounded, like a dragon's roar, like the roar of a sword, and like the vibrating blade of a sword.

The next moment, a strange weapon appeared in Li Mo's hand. It looked like a sword but not a sword.

Cutting edge!

"Then...what is that?" Concubine Shi Ming's eyes widened.

A strange sharp edge shot up into the sky and suddenly disappeared in the rolling black clouds, like a vast abyss or a traceless sea, with no clue where it came from or where it was going.

Rumble…

Almost at the same moment, the terrifying edge suddenly reappeared, and it actually appeared directly in front of Wu Xiang.

Dark clouds cover the nine heavens, and I use this blade to cut through the heavens.

At this moment, Li Mo finally used [Cut Blade].

This weapon has been tempered for thousands of times, and I don't know how many opportunities have been swallowed up. The demon sword is made in heaven, and the mysterious skills are secretly taught. It has the intention to cut off the sky. Even if the world is in a desperate situation, it can still cut off the glimmer of life.

"You can regenerate from within..."

"I will kill you to pieces and never live again."

Li Mo shouted loudly, and countless sharp edges seemed to appear in the air, engulfing Wuxiang in an instant.

One knife.

Another knife.

One more knife.


Chapter completed!
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