Invincible Kungfu Healer Chapter 786

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wherever the green light touched, the Ghost Lair commanders were unable to break through.

“Presumptuous!” Chu Xiao was enraged. The ancient mirror in his hands flew up into the sky. The image of a mountain appeared in the mirror. The mountain was tens of thousands of feet high and was majestic. Covered in glaciers, the mountain looked just like Mount Everest in the Himalayas.

The next moment, a similar snowy mountain appeared in the dark space. The snowy mountain popped out in mid-air and descended downwards with great momentum. It seemed as though the snowy mountain was going to crush the space. A terrifying power spread across the dark space. The power could easily crush any Primordial Soul realm immortal cultivators to death.

A dragon roar reverberated in the dark space. The jade hairpin in Mo Qingge's hand transformed into a jade dragon that was ten thousand feet long. The jade dragon hovered over the mountain and actually lifted it up.

Outside the dark space, the Martial Arts Grandmasters from the Huatian Palace were flying towards the ancient city in the cleft space. The location of the sacrificial ritual was at the center square of the ancient city.

Right now, the sirens in the ancient city were sounding loudly. Slowly, all the members of Ghost Lair came out of the buildings and moved towards the center square.

“Humph, a mere group of small fry and they believe that they can disrupt the sacred rite? They are practically daydreaming.”

On a high tower in the center square, a young man wearing white, fluttering clothes stood on top of the tower with a sullen face. This person was good-looking and had a tall, slender figure. He was undeniably a handsome man. However, in between his eyebrows, there was an unconcealable Yin Qi, adding a dash of femininity to his look.

Behind this young man stood more than ten black-robed men. They stood solemnly, emanating terrifying auras from their bodies. All of them were actually Martial Arts Grandmasters. More than thirty Martial Arts Grandmasters were stood on top of the tower, causing the aura in the whole space to be slightly stiff.

“Kill them! Stop those Huatian Palace ancient martial art practitioners.”

“Yes.”

As soon as the young man in white clothes gave his order, the black-robed Martial Arts Grandmasters all rose into the sky and flew towards the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmasters, aiming to stop them advancing any further.

“Young master, when will the sacred rite start? I am afraid that the longer we wait, the more changing variables there will be.” A young woman with an hourglass figure, dressed in chiffon walked towards the young man in white clothes. The woman's body could be vaguely seen through the thin chiffon; however, she did not look tasteless. She looked attractive and sensuous, her body emanating a mature aura.

The young woman looked lovingly at the young man, her large eyes glistening. Her gaze was charming and would arouse the primitive desires of most men.

However, it was as though the young man in white clothes did not see it at all. His gaze was fixed on the battlefield in the distance as he expressionlessly said, “The time is not right yet.” He said nothing else.

Only a few people knew the actual flow of this sacred rite. Even the common commanders in the Ghost Lair did not know much about it, but this young man knew that the sacred rite this time around was too important. There could be no mistakes. Otherwise, the entire Ghost Lair would be severely punished. None of them would be spared.

When kings were angered, there would be dead souls a thousand kilometers around. Erasing the Ghost Lair would be mere child's play.

The young man in white clothes slowly lifted his head and looked at a nearby hourglass that was dripping sand. The time was approaching. How could he not be anxious? But at this critical moment, he had to be calm. The arrival of an emperor would not allow any mistakes.

In the center square, an altar had been erected. The altar was nine levels high and was dark red. Runes flickered on it, and the mysterious ancient runes were fading in and out one by one. On the surface of the altar were red lines like blood vessels, with liquid flowing inside of them.

Every level of the altar had dozens of green light orbs. The green light orbs floated around the altar like ghost lights.

As one got closer, they were able to see that there were actually women inside the green light orbs. They had been dressed in white and then imprisoned, their bodies curled up inside the orbs. Their faces were pale and they were all unconscious. Fine catheters pierced their skin and were connected to the chain of blood vessels. The blood patterns of the altar were formed from the blood flowing from these women dressed in white.

The higher the level of the altar, the fewer green light orbs there were. The eighth level only had five green light orbs, and there was only one green light orb on the ninth level.

The green light orb on the ninth level was situated at the very top of the altar. At the center was a pool of boiling blood. Blood souls faded in and out of the blood pool, frenziedly struggling. Twisted faces covered in blood appeared on the surface of the blood pool. They appeared to be in pain and looked hideous. Sinister winds blew around, and wails kept sounding.

The single green light orb was in the blood pool, churning with the boiling blood. Inside it was a woman who was in a deep sleep. It was none other than Xu Qianqian, who had been missing for many days.

A hundred kilometers away, the Huatian Palace's Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioners and the Ghost Lair's Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioners had encountered each other. It was as though Mars had collided with the Earth; a great battle immediately ensued.

“I am a Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall Nine Stars Executor. The four team leaders and the members of the four teams, all heed my command.”

Among the crowd of Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmasters, a white-haired elder flew out. This elder wielded a longsword in his hand, and his body emanated a terrifying aura that covered a radius of a thousand meters. He was actually more frightening than the Beast Kings that Mo Wen had encountered on Beast King Island.

This elder had at least Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm cultivation.

There were at least five such absolute strong practitioners here. The heritage of the Huatian Palace was undoubtedly on display.

“I am the first team leader. Members of the first team, heed my command.”

A person with an astonishing aura flew out and led a group of people who were moving diagonally, slaughtering their way to the center altar from a different direction.

There were around fifty members of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall present. They were divided into five teams, with ten people in each team. Mo Wen was considered a last-minute addition, so he was not in any team and hence was not under the orders of any team leader.

The members of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall had a tacit understanding among themselves. Two teams split from the others to deal with the Ghost Lair's Martial Arts Grandmasters, while the other three teams of Martial Arts Grandmasters broke through with all their strength.

Mo Wen did not follow any team. He glanced at the surroundings and flew to a secluded corner. He silently retrieved a white jade spiritual talisman from the medicine spiritual ring.

The next moment, a spiritual light flashed and he disappeared. The Invisible Talisman had once again proved its use. The spiritual talisman was comparable to power on the level of the Primordial Soul Realm and above. Ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters would definitely not be able to notice him. Even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would very likely be deceived by Mo Wen if they were not paying attention.

With the power of the Invisible Talisman, Mo Wen easily made his way into the ancient city, flying straight towards the altar at the center. In a short while, he had appeared before the altar.

“That's…” Mo Wen looked at the altar and very quickly discovered Xu Qianqian at the top. As the only sacrifice on the ninth level, she was naturally easy to spot.

A look of joy flashed in his eyes. He then scanned the green light orbs on the levels below. If Yun Xiaoman had also ended up in the hands of the members of the Ghost Lair, she would certainly also appear in these green light orbs.

However, Mo Wen soon frowned. He could not see Yun Xiaoman in any of the orbs.

“What about Yun Xiaoman? Could it be that she did not end up in the hands of the Ghost Lair?” Mo Wen felt an ominous feeling well up inside of him. If Yun Xiaoman had not ended up in the hands of the Ghost Lair, then where was she?

The young master of the Ghost Lair that was standing on top of the high tower suddenly turned towards the altar. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Deep within his pupils, there seemed to be a flickering green light. If one observed carefully, they would discover that this person actually had a Five Colored Spider image in his eyeball.

“Humph! Acting so recklessly!”

The gaze of the young master of the Ghost Lair very quickly locked on to Mo Wen's position. He extended his hand and pointed in the air. Immediately, sinister winds blew up and dark clouds covered the sky. A giant hand appeared above Mo Wen's head and furiously came crashing down.

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. A sense of danger welled up inside of him. Without a second thought, his silhouette disappeared from its original spot in a flash. When he appeared again, he was already a hundred meters away. His incredible movement techniques were practically inconceivable.

The giant hand naturally missed.

A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Ghost Lair. This youth was actually so sharp-witted. He coldly smiled and said, “Interesting.”

The next moment, his silhouette also disappeared from its original spot.

“The Yang Qi on this youth is rich. It is practically my favorite. How will the young master deal with him?”

The eyes of the enchanting woman who had been standing next to the young master of the Ghost Lair twinkled. Her red lips opened slightly as she exhaled a breath like orchids. Her graceful figure trembled slightly as she was uncontrollably aroused. She subconsciously crossed her legs as she noticed that the lower part of her chiffon was already drenched.

“I don't care. No matter what, I will snatch that cutie from the young master. With such rich Yang Qi, if I make love to him for days, my cultivation will certainly have a breakthrough once again.”

The enchanting woman bent one knee and twisted her small waist. Her silhouette also disappeared from the high tower.

After evading the attack, Mo Wen did not use the Invisible Talisman again. His silhouette appeared in the center square. He had already been exposed, so the Invisible Talisman now served no purpose. What surprised him was that someone had actually seen through his Invisible Talisman so quickly. Even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would most likely find it difficult to do so.

Around the center square, sirens immediately sounded loudly. The Ghost Lair ancient martial art practitioners guarding the altar frantically surrounded Mo Wen. In their eyes, one could clearly see flustered and exasperated looks.

Despite their tight defense, the enemy had actually approached without a sound. If they were to be held responsible, they would probably lose their heads.

“Humph!” Mo Wen coldly snorted. Seven flames flew out from his medicine spiritual ring, then transformed into an ancient sword which appeared in his hand.

Without hesitating, Mo Wen slashed at the altar with the Sacred Fire Sword. If he could destroy the altar, he would be able to ruin the Ghost Lair's sacrificial ritual.

A terrifying flame shot up to the sky. Waves of heat gushed out frenziedly, with the rocks on the floor melting instantly. A hundred meter long Sword Qi traversed the space and crashed towards the altar, with the momentum to smash the altar into pieces.

The Sacred Fire Sword was no longer its previous self. When Mo Wen was in the Fighting Spirit Tower, the seal on the Sacred Fire Sword had been partially lifted due to the Tower Spirit. Its might now was akin to that of a superb rank profound level weapon. It was definitely an unparalleled treasure.

That slash alone had drained almost 90 percent of Mo Wen's Inner Qi. Even with that large consumption of Inner Qi, Mo Wen had barely launched an attack.

A gloomy voice suddenly rang out. “You are seeking death.”

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the hundred meter long flaming Sword Qi.

Mo Wen's narrowed his gaze. Someone had actually dared to block the hundred-meter long Sword Qi from the Sacred Fire Sword with his own body!

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