"Bang!"
The demon clan expert was struck by a shovel, his whole body stiffened, and he flew straight into the pit Mo Nian had dug. When his body hit the ground, his life fluctuation had completely vanished—he died just like that.
Long Chen was startled. Mo Nian's earlier strike had killed that demon clan Divine Venerable expert, so he wasn't surprised. But the shovel didn't seem to have much power; after being struck, the person was instantly destroyed.
"Bang bang bang... Mo
Nian's body shook like a ghost, killing seven Divine Sovereign Realm experts in succession. The demon clan warriors' faces changed dramatically; only then did they realize that this sleazy creature was actually a terrifying monster.
"Escape!"
A Divine Venerable realm expert saw danger and shouted fiercely, leading the escape.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the shovel in Mo Nian's hand vanished, and a black longbow appeared. The bow had an ancient design, its body covered in black scales. The bow had nine snake heads—four on each side and one in the middle. The moment Mo Nian drew the bowstring, black scales burst forth with black ripples, and a black arrow condensed on the bow.
At that moment, the world changed color. The once bright and sunny sky seemed to be covered by a black curtain in an instant, and the chilling aura of death filled the entire world, and the vitality of the world was completely absorbed.
"Sss!"
Suddenly, Mo Nian released his bowstring, and a black bolt of lightning shot out. As soon as it released from the bowstring, it instantly split into hundreds of arrows.
"Puff puff puff...
Arrows tracing through the void in strange arcs, piercing through the bodies of all the demon clan warriors. The moment those demon warriors sprang into the air, their bodies stiffened and fell from the sky.
"Bang bang bang... Mo
Nian switched his longbow to an iron shovel, shoveling one by one. Before the bodies of those people hit the ground, he smashed them one by one, smashing them into the pits he had dug earlier.
"Whoosh whoosh."
Mo Nian shoveled several times, burying the corpses of these people. With skillful and swift movements, he quickly leveled the ground in no time, as if nothing had happened.
After finishing all this, Mo Nian took out a cloth bag, walked around the land, grabbed a handful from inside the bag, and raised it toward the sky, muttering with vigor:
"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. In the sea of desire,
all beings suffer. Today I send you to the underworld, and the sins of this life will be crossed in the next."
The road to the underworld is arduous; three main roads lead southwest, straight ahead without looking back, from now on there will be no return to the mortal world. "
Crash!"
After Mo Nian finished speaking, the object raised high in his hand slowly drifted down—it was actually yellow paper money. This guy was actually performing a ritual for those he had killed.
If it weren't for seeing him kill ruthlessly and steal their weapons and treasures before, just by looking at his compassionate expression, it would have been easy to be fooled and think he was a master who had attained the Dao.
"Let me ask the enlightened master ahead, in such a way of deliverance, might allow the wronged soul to rest and live in eternal bliss?" Long Chen walked over, smiling as he watched Mo Nian play tricks on the scene, and couldn't help but laugh.
Mo Nian heard the voice, his body trembled, and he turned to look at Long Chen. His eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and said seriously, "
You are mistaken. We cultivators save living people. Our sins have already arisen, and karmic obstacles will not be eliminated. We will always follow them, only the living." Only then can one have the opportunity to reform and reduce karmic obstacles. "
To put it bluntly, it's just for the dead to play, for the living, right?" Long Chen curled his lips and said.
"You are exceptionally intelligent and impressive. I see your extraordinary talent and unique bones, and I have a big deal to offer. I wonder if you are interested?" Mo Nian had been serious before, but after just two sentences, he revealed a sly expression.
"Hahaha... The
two exchanged glances and burst out laughing. They hugged each other tightly, their faces full of excitement—finally, they were meeting again.
Mo Nian also gave the Dragon Blood warriors one after another a fierce embrace, feeling incredibly warm seeing an old Tianwu friend.
"Wait for me a moment. The ceremony isn't over yet, just one last step away. It's almost done!"
After Mo Nian finished speaking, he circled the burial site, turning left and right three times, muttering a long bunch of words before finally finishing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Is it really that troublesome? Long Chen asked in confusion.
"Not so much, huh? It's a huge hassle. After killing, you must bury them to perform rituals for their souls. This is a rule in Wuliang Palace and must be followed.
So I rarely kill. Usually, unless it provokes me, I don't even bother to kill them. I still envy you—killing but not burying. We can't—killing, burying, and performing rituals require a one-stop service. It's a hassle. Mo Nian shrugged, looking helpless as he spoke.
But soon, Mo Nian said proudly, "Long Chen, this time in the Immortal Realm, my reputation is even better than yours. I'm the next Palace Master of Wuliang Palace and have awakened the Infinite Palace's phenomenon. From now on, follow me and I'll make sure you live well and drink the good food." Long
Chen smiled. Mo Nian's personality hadn't changed at all. Back on the Tianwu Continent, he was secretly competing with himself, vying for the nonexistent Tianwu first.
Now that he had entered the Immortal Realm, this guy really hadn't relaxed at all, trying to outshine him in fame.
"Mo Nian, you bastard, you beast worth a thousand cuts..."
Just as Mo Nian finished speaking arrogantly, countless powerful figures surged in from afar like a tide, numbering in the millions. There were experts from all races, and even the Divine Venerable Realm experts numbered no less than a hundred.
"Run, into the city."
Mo Nian jumped up, patted his butt, and sped toward the ancient city.
"Didn't you say that hanging out with you means you can enjoy the good life and drink the spicy food? What's going on? Long Chen followed Mo Nian, gruff and said, "This brag just finished bragging and was already proven wrong?"
"Eating and drinking is definitely fine, nothing else is allowed." Mo Nian said shamelessly.
"Damn, you actually say such shameless things? Well, you really are stronger than before. Long Chen said irritably. At this moment, the people behind him gritted their teeth, as if they had a grudge against Mo Nian for killing his father and for stealing his wife.
"What's going on? Do they hate you so much?" Long Chen asked in confusion.
"Who knows? You know what kind of person I am. Apart from enjoying digging up historical sites, exploring ancient immortal secrets, and continuing the Heavenly Dao legacy, I have no interest in anything else." Mo Nian said shyly.
Hearing Mo Nian say this, Long Chen immediately understood. Mo Nian must have dug up these people's ancestral tombs. However, among them, there were at least several hundred races. Long Chen had no idea how many ancestral tombs Mo Nian had dug to lure so many people to hunt him down.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, above Haotian City, divine light trembled as countless sharp blades pointed outside the city. Someone shouted coldly:
"Outsiders in front of Haotian City, halt your march! Otherwise, kill them on the spot."
With a sharp shout, the endless powerhouse could only halt. In the end, Long Chen and Mo Nian, amid countless curses and curses, entered Haotian City.