Chapter 97

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Chen Mo "accidentally" made it to the finals, blinding everyone's eyes.

Especially Ye Lianxiang, who was thrown into confusion by Chen Mo's loud shout and formed a secondary dan, now regarded him as an irreconcilable enemy. She shouted for his blood within the valley but could not find him no matter how hard she tried.

No one knew that Chen Mo and his master, Mu Lingwei, had already fled hundreds of miles away, seeking out hidden treasures.

The Dead City was a perilous place. Even with the advantage of Bright Mystic Qi, Chen Mo could never enter alone.

The master and apprentice, along with a chubby little turtle, traversed the vast Demon Swamp Rainforest. A black, shadowy city suddenly appeared before them, like a giant, crouching beast waiting for living beings to enter its gaping maw.

The demonic aura within the Dead City was even denser than in the Demon Swamp. It formed small black whirlwinds that darted around, like a horde of evil spirits crawling out of hell, sinister and terrifying.

Fortunately, Chen Mo was protected by the Great Brightness Divine Technique. When the demonic aura encountered the thin, translucent glow on his body, it instantly dissipated, making him seem at ease.

Seeing this, Mu Lingwei's delicate brows raised in surprise. The demonic aura here was so thick it covered the sky and the earth. Even with her innate eighth-stage cultivation, she found it slightly strenuous to resist. What cultivation technique was her disciple practicing? How could it have such a powerful effect in dispelling evil and demons?

The little turtle, Xiao Ba, was equally mysterious. It swayed and carelessly broke through the demonic aura whirlwinds, playing with them as if they were toys, completely unaffected.

There seemed to be a faint, powerful aura emanating from it.

However, Mu Lingwei was a graceful and wise woman. She would not pry into her disciple's secrets but would respect them. Who doesn't have a few secrets of their own?

"I didn't expect the demonic aura in the Dead City to be so terrifying," Chen Mo sighed, cautiously on guard against the slightest movement around him. The demonic aura here was similar in nature to the black qi in Qu Tianyao's body. If her body had been fully invaded by the black qi, she might have turned into a "demonic corpse."

Fortunately, she had good luck and met him.

Demonic corpses were hideous and terrifying but possessed extraordinary strength. As they continuously absorbed the dense demonic aura, they became even more formidable and terrifying, with their combat power greatly increased.

Mu Lingwei felt a deep sense of unease; this was certainly not a place of good omen.

Dressed in a simple white robe, she moved gracefully through the black mist, her figure elegant and refined. She stepped into the dark, gaping city gate.

Chen Mo, with Xiao Ba, followed closely behind. As soon as they stepped in, they felt as if countless evil spirits with bloodshot eyes were staring at them from within the demonic aura whirlwinds.

The city was like a hellish realm.

The two and the turtle walked on a broken blue stone road, covered with black spots from congealed blood.

A chilling, terrifying death aura spread everywhere.

On both sides were crumbling walls and dilapidated, tall buildings, hidden in the black demonic aura, like monstrous beasts ready to pounce.

It was clear that there had been intense battles here, with blood flowing and corpses scattered everywhere. A cold wind blew, stirring up debris and dust, and a wave of decay and unrest swept over them.

Mu Lingwei's light steps were graceful. She flipped her hand, and a black seed appeared in her crystal-clear palm, spinning rapidly. In an instant, it was held between her fingers, surrounded by a pale green mystic qi, and a series of small explosions echoed in the air.

Chen Mo stood straight and firm, with a blazing white light swirling around his fists, dispelling the dense demonic aura.

As they moved forward, a strong wind blew, and a tavern's sign began to creak, "creak, creak..." The sudden sound in this ghostly, lifeless place was like the tolling of a soul-guiding bell, making one's hair stand on end and heart race.

Suddenly, there was a faint "snap" as a tile was crushed, followed by silence.

Mu Lingwei paused, her gaze calm as she looked toward the area shrouded in demonic aura. Her delicate fingers flicked, and the black seed in her palm, under the influence of the gathering mystic qi, sprouted a green bud that quickly grew into a long vine with thorns and pink flower buds. The vine, like a whip, coiled around her wrist.

Chen Mo, holding his breath, felt as if time had stopped.

The wind ceased, and all was silent, a suffocating stillness that was terrifying.

Suddenly, a series of loud explosions echoed. Two bronze arms burst out of the smoke, tearing through the crumbling wall.

With a "whoosh, whoosh," two fierce demonic corpses, one bronze and one silver, with sharp fangs and icy cold, lunged forward, their claws wrapped in demonic aura, roaring as they attacked.

"Master, leave these small fry to me."

Chen Mo, prepared, leaped forward, bursting with overwhelming power, and unleashed a "Thunder Flash" technique. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, he kicked the bronze corpse's chest.

With a loud "boom," the bronze corpse flew backward, crashing into the silver corpse, slowing them down.

The painless demonic corpses quickly got up, and the bronze and silver corpses roared, lunging forward again.

"Come on, then."

Chen Mo's cold voice echoed, and pure Bright Mystic Qi wrapped around his arms, crackling with lightning. The wind and thunder roared as if a bolt of lightning had struck.

"Thunder Cannon"

A punch, carrying the might of a thunderbolt, slammed into the bronze corpse's chest. The "Great Desolate Thunder Path" technique was fully realized, moving with the speed of lightning and the power of thunder.

"Thud" The bronze corpse's chest shattered, spraying black blood and bone fragments onto the silver corpse's face.

The silver corpse licked the blood, becoming even more excited and frenzied, roaring as it clawed at Chen Mo's shoulder, the scent of a living being driving it into a rage.

Golden Bell Shield!

Chen Mo remained calm, his Bright Mystic Qi circulating to its peak, forming a transparent, bell-like shield around him.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The silver corpse's claws hit the Golden Bell Shield, and its sharp nails instantly shattered.

The intense impact caused the shield to ripple and shake, but it did not break.

Chen Mo, in one continuous motion, unleashed a series of punches, like a whirlwind, each one powerful and devastating.

"Thud, thud, thud"

The silver corpse's chest was hit repeatedly, and it was forced to retreat, its claws flailing.

These silver corpses were formidable, comparable to high-stage Spirit Masters. They were mostly evolved from bronze corpses that had absorbed more demonic aura, their muscles gleaming with a dark silver light, like a layer of hard armor.

Chen Mo's punches continued, not giving the silver corpse a chance to counterattack. A series of punches, striking the same spot, shattered the armor, the "Great Desolate Thunder Path" technique's continuous power fully demonstrated.

His punches were like those of a fierce ancient warrior, relentless and powerful.

As the silver corpse retreated, its chest began to shatter, but it felt no pain, only a relentless desire to attack. However, it was suppressed by Chen Mo's continuous, relentless punches.

His attacks became more fierce and powerful, the sound of thunder in the silver corpse's chest growing more frequent, the air filled with the sound of flying punches and a sharp, deadly aura.

The silver corpse, unable to counterattack, spat black blood and continued to retreat.

Seeing Chen Mo's rapid and powerful attacks, Mu Lingwei nodded in approval. Her disciple not only had excellent talent in alchemy but was also a standout in cultivation and combat among his peers.

Moreover, his mystic qi was unique, exuding a powerful, invincible aura that effectively countered the demonic aura and demonic corpses.

His physical body was also strong, having cultivated the Golden Bell Shield, likely after taking the Meridian Transformation Pill.

His foundation was solid, and his future was boundless.

At that moment, a long-suppressed sense of danger rose in her heart.

Mu Lingwei tiptoed, her palm filled with pale green mystic qi, wrapping around the vine. She lifted her head, her expression calm, and looked at the black mist-shrouded buildings.

In an instant, a silver body with golden specks burst out of the demonic aura, its bloodshot eyes fixed on Chen Mo's head.

In a flash, Mu Lingwei's eyes sparkled, and she flew into the air, her white dress fluttering, elegant and graceful, yet fierce and powerful. She waved her hand, and the vine grew rapidly, extending several yards, with green leaves and branches, and pink and white roses blooming instantly, delicate and lovely.

The Spirit Whip, catalyzed by mystic qi, lashed out at the golden-silver corpse, creating a sharp arc, cutting through the demonic aura with a whistling sound, its momentum fierce.

"Spirit Whip!"

Under the flowers and leaves, a layer of sharp, thorny spines was hidden, beautiful but deadly.

"Snap"

The Spirit Whip struck the golden-silver corpse, sending it flying and tearing a large piece of flesh from its chest.

At the same time, the roses on the Spirit Whip burst open, scattering in the air, light and beautiful.

The petals, in a moment of grace, suddenly turned into sharp blades, whirling and slicing the golden-silver corpse's body, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Blood and flesh were torn away, black blood spraying everywhere.

The golden-silver corpse screamed in agony.

Such a scene left Chen Mo speechless. His gentle and graceful master, once in action, was incredibly violent.

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