"Don't worry about these little minions! Go quickly!"
Muchen shouted, and Gui Mochou immediately made a gesture. The old woman moved too slowly, so he had to lead her.
A streak of blood carried Gui Mochou and the old woman and flew towards the door of the main hall, while the five blood-clothed weirdos followed Muchen and the others and stayed where they were.
"Go to hell!"
A demonic sound with several resonances roared in the distance, and Muchen knew that the ghost cultivator had returned.
In the mushroom cloud, a black whirlwind blew away the smoke and came over.
"It's too hard to kill Hedao Qi. I'll let the five men in blood clothes use their secret skills to contain him later."
Muchen sighed, the Samadhi True Fire had been compressed to the extreme in his body, and a large amount of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He saw Gui Mochou hurrying to the door of the hall. They would have three more breaths at most before they could enter.
Although he said he didn't like Gui Mochou, when he was being chased by a Hedao-stage ghost cultivator, Gui Mochou took great risks to rescue him, and Muchen didn't want to owe him this debt.
"No...no birth order!"
But the ghost cultivator also noticed the two people rushing to the door, and roared, his desire to snatch the Wusheng Ling defeated his desire for revenge.
Although this ghost cultivator is limited by his physique and has only one out of ten magical powers that he could use before, he can still use them now that he has shrunk to an inch.
Muchen didn't expect that this guy would actually change his target, and he immediately yelled:
"careful!"
It's a pity that the ghost cultivator is faster than his voice!
In an instant, a gloomy ghost figure flashed behind Gui Mochou and the old woman.
And they were only three feet away from the gate.
Gui Mochou turned his head, his eyes full of despair and apology.
"Guan'er...I'm sorry, I still didn't succeed."
At that moment, Gui Mochou pushed the old woman away with one hand, patted his Tianling Cap with the other hand, and the Nascent Soul villain flew out.
The ghost cultivator smiled evilly, trying to swat away the insect in front of him, and then seize the Wusheng Order.
Ghost Mochou's Nascent Soul accomplished a miracle. He once again broke through the Five Ghosts Locking Soul Curse and opened up a realm that lasted only one breath.
But after only resisting for a breath, his Nascent Soul turned into countless rays of spiritual light.
"You devil, you devil, die!"
A loud shout came from behind the ghost cultivator, and he felt the insects chasing after him.
These guys who are worse than ants actually dare to come and provoke me!
As long as I let go of the pressure, I can crush you into powder!
So he didn't even look back, he just released the pressure with all his strength, and then waited to hear the sound of flesh and blood exploding.
But for some reason, he felt a faint sense of threat in his heart.
Five bloody beams of light pierced his body and nailed the ghost cultivator's incorporeal body to the ground.
"It's these damn guys again!"
The ghost cultivator roared angrily, these five people were obviously only in the Nascent Soul stage, but when they joined forces, they could unleash a power comparable to his.
But what happened next made him feel scared.
Two green flames came out of his chest, which was a natural conflicting force.
He wanted to expand the domain, but saw a token being thrown out.
No birth order!
This damn token burst out with power that forced him to obey, causing his domain to fail.
The strength is rapidly declining, and the soul power is also being lost.
And as his cultivation level declined, the suppression of the Wusheng Order became stronger and stronger.
A human with his feet trembling and his face covered in blood stood in front of him.
"What's wrong with you Mou Hedaoqi! Go and die!"
When Muchen said these words, he almost gritted his teeth. This was not only because of his anger, but also because he was holding on to prevent himself from falling.
He raised his right fist high and then smashed it down hard!
The fist smashed into the ghost cultivator's soul body, dark green flames quickly flowed through his body, and then emerged from his seven orifices.
"How could I be in the Tangtang Hedao period..."
The ghost cultivator roared, but under the suppression of the Wusheng Order, he could not do anything at all.
"Remember, it is the Golden Core monk who kills you."
Muchen stared into his eyes and said these words extremely coldly.
It seemed that the ghost cultivator's psychological defense had been defeated. The flames burned twice as fast and turned into black smoke after a while.
Muchen wiped the blood from his face. Although five blood-clothed Nascent Souls helped him share the pressure of the Hedao stage, he almost died suddenly.
"It's three realms short! Three great realms! Fellow Taoist Haokong, can you believe it?"
Muchen looked at Sima Haokong, but the latter could not hold on any longer. After releasing all the Samadhi True Fire, he fell to the ground and coughed up blood.
"You're still almost in trouble."
Muchen really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times, telling the whole world what an awesome thing he had done!
But as soon as he raised his head, his vision went dark and he fainted.
…
Muchen felt like he had had a very, very long dream.
This is a dream about separation.
The protagonist is a high-spirited young monk. He is extremely talented and intelligent, but also has a cold nature. He regards other people's lives as trivial and has a rather heroic appearance.
But even a young monk who is indifferent to human nature has once had a girl who fell in love with him. However, the young man pursues the road to immortality and has always deliberately alienated the girl.
"If you want to live forever, how can you live long in love with your children?"
"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs!"
"Those who cultivate immortality will be destroyed by heaven and earth if they do not serve themselves!"
These are the words he often talks about, and he actually does it.
His city government, calculations, and scheming were far beyond those of ordinary people. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, he quickly became the overlord of the party.
His ambition is also growing. He wants to establish a sect. His goal is not only to ascend to immortality, he also wants his story to be spread in this world for thousands of years.
He destroyed the demon king, beheaded the human emperor, slaughtered the sect, and spent hundreds of years building up a huge sect.
He had enjoyed all the desires in the world. Maybe he was just tired of it and wanted to change his mood, or maybe he really wanted to repent.
He left everything behind in the sect, found the girl he once was, and wanted to live the life of an ordinary monk.
He himself didn't believe that he would change his appearance. Every night, he would feel that he would leave the next day and become the all-powerful hero again.
But such days actually lasted for three hundred years, and he did not leave. Instead, the girl left him forever.
Grudges, past, hatred, these are what killed the girl.
The sadness didn't last long, and he turned back into the blood demon that everyone feared.
Sure enough, the immortal cultivator must cut off the seven emotions and six desires in order to cultivate the great path!
With this thought in mind, he regained his original motivation.
But only he himself knew that as an immortal cultivator, he was awakened by nightmares every night.