At the summit of Blood Dragon Mountain, the Soul-Devouring Banner streaked across the sky, flying towards the fierce battle above the cliff.
Mo Fan’s words caused the expressions of many righteous cultivators to become quite colourful. They could not quite understand how this Blood Soul Old Ghost had ended up mixing with Elder Yun Shan.
To the point that, upon appearing, he immediately wanted to help Elder Yun Shan deal with Jiang Wu.
A group of demonic cultivators frowned upon seeing this, but more of them wore cold smiles and watched from the sidelines.
They were happy to see infighting among the righteous path. Now, with the addition of a Blood Soul Old Ghost, this drama would undoubtedly become even more exciting.
Yun Shan naturally heard Mo Fan’s shout and immediately furrowed his brows tightly.
He did not think Mo Fan had come to help him. Subconsciously, he also believed the figure in the Soul-Devouring Banner was the Blood Soul Old Ghost.
Not long ago, he had fought fiercely with the Blood Soul Old Ghost, and there was enmity between them.
So, in Yun Shan’s view, this Blood Soul was definitely coming for him.
But at the moment, it was hard for him to give up on Jiang Wu, this malicious fellow.
The battle on the island had let him see this guy’s true colours. As a personal disciple of Tianlu Sacred Land, he had slaughtered disciples of his Huangxuan Valley. In Yun Shan’s eyes, this was even more detestable than demonic cultivators.
If they were outside, he would have a high chance of killing Jiang Wu.
But in this Dragon Ruins, his cultivation was also forcibly sealed. Now, he could only exert Foundation Establishment strength, and it was difficult to take down Jiang Wu quickly.
At this time, Jiang Wu was also feeling depressed inside. This old Yun Shan was like sticky toffee, clinging to him relentlessly and making him very helpless.
Although he was fighting Elder Yun Shan, he had also seen the Soul-Devouring Banner. He naturally understood that it contained not some demonic cultivator, but that monstrous being who had poisoned and harmed him.
So, upon seeing the Soul-Devouring Banner streaking over, he felt even more panicked than Elder Yun Shan.
One Yun Shan already made it hard for him to cope. If that monster joined in, he knew he would definitely not be their match. Helpless, he could only call for help from his sect.
“Uncles, stop him for me!”
Jiang Wu’s voice caused the brows of Tianlu Sacred Land’s cultivators to furrow slightly.
Not long ago, they had just learned from Yun Shan about Jiang Wu slaughtering Huangxuan Valley’s disciples, which made it difficult for them to help Jiang Wu.
Although the lives of Huangxuan Valley disciples meant little to them, after all, they were part of the righteous path. Being killed like that, it was understandable for their grand elder to seek desperate revenge.
Of course, the most important reason was that Huangxuan Valley had an early Nascent Soul ancestor.
This was the main reason Tianlu Sacred Land’s cultivators dared not help Jiang Wu against Yun Shan in front of everyone.
Now, almost all Huangxuan Valley disciples who entered the Dragon Ruins were dead, and their Nascent Soul ancestor was furious about it. He had personally entered the Dragon Ruins and even confronted their own ancestor.
This matter was originally not in Tianlu Sacred Land’s favour, so in the end, the two Nascent Soul experts made a unanimous decision to let Elder Yun Shan and Jiang Wu resolve it themselves.
Others must not intervene without permission, or it would be disrespect to Nascent Soul cultivators and invite crazy retaliation from Huangxuan Valley’s ancestor.
Seeing his fellow sect members unmoved, Jiang Wu was secretly annoyed. While dealing with Elder Yun Shan’s attacks, he shouted lowly, “Uncles, that Blood Soul Old Ghost is a demonic evil cultivator. All righteous cultivators should punish him. If you act, it is for the common people of the divine domain, not to help me, Jiang Wu, deal with Yun Shan!
I hope all fellow sect members can put the world’s people first!”
With these words, the previously hesitant Tianlu Sacred Land cultivators no longer wavered and attacked the streaking Soul-Devouring Banner.
“All disciples, follow this old man to eliminate demons and protect the path!”
A white-haired old cultivator gave a deep order, then formed seals with his hands and stepped out, disappearing from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was right in front of the Soul-Devouring Banner. He struck with his seals, surging spiritual power boiling and instantly forming a massive golden handprint that slapped towards the banner.
Before the golden handprint even approached, the ghost mist on the Soul-Devouring Banner’s surface melted quickly like snow under the morning sun. Even the endless fierce ghosts in the ghost domain roared with fearful expressions.
It seemed this golden handprint contained terrifying yang energy that could restrain all yin and evil things.
Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed upon seeing this, and a piece of information from Lu Yuyao’s memories flashed in his mind.
Tianlu Divine Light Seal!
This technique was one of Tianlu Sacred Land’s three supreme arts. Cultivators of this method refined their spiritual energy almost entirely into supreme yang heavenly sun gang fire, and when condensed to the extreme, it became the so-called Tianlu divine light.
So, in a sense, the Tianlu Divine Light Seal was indeed the nemesis of worldly evils.
“Worthy of Tianlu Sacred Land’s supreme art. This seat will meet you!”
A hearty laugh came from the Soul-Devouring Banner, then a figure shrouded in ghost mist appeared and punched at the old cultivator.
“Blood Soul Old Ghost, this old man’s Tianlu Divine Light Seal is the perfect means to restrain evils like you. If you want death, this old man will grant it!”
The old cultivator sneered repeatedly, instantly increasing the heavenly sun gang fire in the handprint, making the entire handprint shine with golden light and seem even more solid.
“Fancy tricks. Watch this seat break it with one force!”
Mo Fan sneered. His right arm instantly enlarged, and one punch shattered the so-called Tianlu Divine Light Seal.
“What?!”
Tianlu Sacred Land’s old cultivator was shocked, then saw the peerless demonic shadow arrive before him.
“Die!”
With Mo Fan’s loud shout, a heavy punch struck the old cultivator’s body.
Boom!
The old cultivator exploded in mid-air, flesh and blood splattering, turning into a rain of blood in the sky.
This terrifying scene directly shocked all cultivators on Blood Dragon Mountain.
Although that old cultivator was not Tianlu Sacred Land’s strongest, he was an elder with late Core Formation cultivation. Plus, practising the Tianlu Divine Light Seal made him renowned across the divine domain.
This elder had once slain a demonic path’s great circle Core Formation cultivator and was glorious, yet now he was killed in mid-air by a demonic cultivator.
This scene truly alarmed many people.
“Damnable demonic cultivator, daring to harm Junior Brother Zhenguang. If we do not eliminate you today, where is Tianlu Sacred Land’s prestige?”
“All disciples, follow this old man to slay the demon!”
Angry shouts rose from the crowd, and another Tianlu Sacred Land elder acted. He stood still without moving, but an incredibly terrifying aura locked onto Mo Fan firmly.
In an instant, Mo Fan felt his scalp tingle, his back chilling, as if stared at by some fearsome beast. It made him feel prickled and a great unknown terror surge in his heart.
The next moment, he found the surrounding shouts of killing gradually becoming blurred.
In his sight, the elder’s brow suddenly bloomed with golden light, then a brilliant flying sword flew from his brow straight at Mo Fan.
Tianlu Derived Spirit Art!
In an instant, Mo Fan understood what technique this was.
Lu Yuyao had practised this Tianlu Derived Spirit Art, but only the middle volume. From her memories, Mo Fan learned it was also one of Tianlu Sacred Land’s three supreme arts, and its lower volume recorded divine sense attack and killing techniques.
This killing technique could be called a mental attack method.
It was a fearsome spell specialised in cutting others’ divine sense and spirit.
Thinking of this, Mo Fan immediately operated his own mental attack method, manifesting the stunning sword qi from the iron plaque in his sea of consciousness.
Buzz.
Endless divine sense gathered into a sword, flying from his brow amid trembling sounds to collide with the opponent’s sword.
Sizzle.
A light sound rang out. Mo Fan’s condensed sword intent instantly collapsed, and he suffered backlash, bleeding from all seven orifices.
“Die!”
The elder’s cold voice sounded in Mo Fan’s ear, then the flying sword evolved from divine sense plunged into Mo Fan’s brow.
