Chapter 841 - 839: If You Don’t Stop, I’ll Kill You

Chapter 841: Chapter 839: If You Don’t Stop, I’ll Kill You

Facing Xingtian Wu’s Immortal Technique, Mo Lin didn’t dare be careless in the slightest.

Pitch-black Nether Qi surfaced beside Mo Lin.

At the very moment Xingtian Wu unleashed his Upper Nine Streams Immortal Technique, Mo Lin also cast his own Lifebound Ghost Technique.

The Nether Qi condensed into a pitch-black gate.

The gate slowly opened, and chains of pure black instantly surged out.

They collided head-on with the axe falling from the sky.

In the distance, Xingtian Qing looked at Mo Lin’s Nether Qi and let out a cry of surprise.

"Netherlord Realm... Lifebound Ghost Technique?

No, his Lifebound Ghost Technique is incomplete, there’s something else behind that gate."

Xingtian Qing was highly experienced; with one glance he could tell Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique was no simple thing.

Normally, Lifebound Ghost Techniques were the type you directly cast.

Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique actually condensed a gate first, then released the Ghost Technique.

That spoke volumes.

This gate alone was enough to prove that Mo Lin’s current Lifebound Ghost Technique was incomplete.

Or rather, these black chains were only part of Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique.

It was just that Mo Lin himself seemed unaware of this.

This should be because he had no master to guide him.

Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique clashed with Xingtian Qing’s Upper Nine Streams Immortal Technique.

The two of them both staggered backward.

With this move, Mo Lin and Xingtian Wu ended in a draw.

It had to be said, this Upper Nine Streams Immortal Technique of Xingtian Wu’s was indeed powerful.

Within the Upper Nine Streams Immortal Techniques, this move counted as one of the stronger ones.

Yet Mo Lin’s core Ghost Technique actually couldn’t gain the upper hand.

"Nv..."

Mo Lin had just been about to call Nvwa out, but stopped after saying a single syllable.

It seemed Nvwa still hadn’t woken up.

If Nvwa came out, Mo Lin could absolutely crush Xingtian Wu with sheer strength.

Ghost Mother?

At the moment, Ghost Mother also hadn’t woken up yet.

As for Chen Xi and the other Ghosts, they had all been severely wounded in the Ghost-Suppressing Tower battle and still hadn’t recovered.

At this moment, Mo Lin suddenly realized that he didn’t seem to have any powerful methods left.

All those powerful methods couldn’t be brought out right now.

Seeing Mo Lin stop using any more techniques, Xingtian Wu’s lips curled into a smug smile.

"That’s all you’ve got?"

If Mo Lin had other methods, he might have been somewhat wary of him.

But with just this little bit, Xingtian Wu had no fear of Mo Lin.

Xingtian Wu once again condensed pure-colored Immortal Qi.

The pure-colored Immortal Qi condensed behind him into a pitch-black silhouette.

It was the silhouette of a headless Celestial God.

A terrifying pressure instantly blanketed the surroundings.

The next moment, the axe in this Celestial God’s hand chopped straight toward Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his right hand, and purple lightning instantly surged out.

"Huala la..."

Purple lightning poured down from the sky like a torrential storm.

Each bolt of lightning carried terrifying destructive power.

The lightning struck the Celestial God’s silhouette.

The Celestial God didn’t dare continue chopping at Mo Lin; he could only use the axe in his hand to block the purple lightning falling from the sky.

Every bolt of lightning carried terrifying destructive force.

The Celestial God’s silhouette gradually grew dim.

Then Mo Lin raised his hand again, and the purple lightning in the sky condensed into a purple lightning dragon, which then came crashing down toward Xingtian Wu’s direction.

"Hong long long..."

The Celestial God condensed by Xingtian Wu’s pure-colored Immortal Qi collapsed on the spot and then dispersed.

Xingtian Wu’s face was full of unwillingness.

He lifted his right arm, raised his left hand, placed his index finger on his wrist, and prepared to cut open his own arm.

Right then, Xingtian Qing suddenly spoke. "That’s enough, you lost."

Xingtian Wu was about to use an even more powerful move.

"No... I didn’t lose, I still have stronger methods I haven’t used." Xingtian Wu roared unwillingly.

He refused to accept losing to a mere ordinary person.

He had never suffered defeat in his life; making him lose to Mo Lin, he simply couldn’t accept it.

He didn’t even listen to Xingtian Qing’s attempt to stop him.

Right then, Xingtian Wu slashed open his own wrist.

Blood immediately began to flow.

A terrifying aura instantly spread through midair.

This was a sacrificial method of the Xingtian clan.

By sacrificing his own blood, he could gain the blessing of Xingtian’s power.

The blood dripped onto the ground and was quickly evaporated.

The next moment, a vast power poured into Xingtian Wu’s body.

Xingtian Wu’s veins bulged.

His aura skyrocketed, and he once again cast an Immortal Technique.

An axe floated in midair; this axe was far stronger than before and brimmed with destructive power.

Then the axe came slashing down toward Mo Lin.

Mo Lin retreated backward, dodging the axe’s attack.

"Hong long long..."

The axe split the ground.

All the trees around were chopped clean through.

Every tree within a kilometer was shaken into a cloud of ash.

One could imagine how terrifying this move was.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and purple lightning condensed into a lightning dragon that charged head-on toward the axe in the sky.

"Hong long long..."

The two forces collided, and Mo Lin frowned slightly.

Xingtian Wu’s strength had increased twofold, perhaps even more.

Mo Lin’s purple lightning actually couldn’t gain the upper hand.

He couldn’t use Nvwa or Ghost Mother.

This put Mo Lin in an awkward predicament.

Activate the Ghost Spirit Body? Use the Ghost Veins?

With those methods, Mo Lin could win one hundred percent.

This was Mo Lin’s true killing move; if he exposed this trump card now...

In the future, if he ran into members of the Xingtian clan again, they’d easily target him.

Mo Lin didn’t want to expose his methods too early.

If he exposed his methods, then in the next life-and-death battle, the enemy would prepare countermeasures in advance against Mo Lin’s Ghost Spirit Body.

Just like back in the East District, when Mo Lin’s possession of the Netherworld’s Nether Fire became common knowledge.

After that, in order to deal with Mo Lin, those people would use special methods that sealed the Netherworld’s Nether Fire against him.

Unless he was killing, Mo Lin wouldn’t use the Ghost Spirit Body kind of killing move.

In this kind of sparring match, under normal circumstances Mo Lin wouldn’t expose such a killing move.

In the distance, Cui Xinyun frowned slightly, a hint of killing intent flickering in the depths of her eyes.

She clenched her fair fists tightly, and a terrifying killing intent surged from her body.

At this moment, she wanted to kill.

"Huala lalala..."

A torrential downpour fell all around.

Rain the size of pearls pelted the ground.

Xingtian Qing raised his hand, condensing his power into a barrier to shield his clansmen, preventing them from being soaked by the rain.

Cui Xinyun raised her right hand, and the rain condensed into countless Ice Swords.

The Ice Swords were aimed at Xingtian Wu’s direction.

"If you still don’t stop, I’ll kill you," Cui Xinyun said coldly to Xingtian Wu.

"Kill me? You have that kind of strength?" Xingtian Wu snorted coldly.

Cui Xinyun didn’t even bother replying; she struck directly.

"Huala la..."

Countless Ice Swords surged toward Xingtian Wu.

Xingtian Wu raised his hand to block the incoming Ice Swords.

At first, he could still withstand the assault.

But as more and more Ice Swords came rushing over, Xingtian Wu gradually couldn’t hold out.

The Ice Swords pouring in continued for a full minute, or even longer.

Finally, one Ice Sword broke through Xingtian Wu’s defenses and cut his skin.

The next moment, Ice Swords came down like a torrential rain.

They all rushed toward Xingtian Wu.

The wounds on Xingtian Wu’s body multiplied.

His arms, chest, and limbs were all covered in cuts left by the Ice Swords.

By now, Xingtian Wu was gradually calming down.

If this continued, he really would die.

The woman before him wasn’t joking, nor was she just mouthing off—she truly intended to kill him.