However, this Elder Zhao was only at the seventh level of Martial Soul cultivation, how could he compare with the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing?
Just as two rays of finger light were shot out, they were corroded into smoke by countless black light tentacles, and these finger imprints did not cause any damage to the black light tentacles. With the momentum of lightning and thunder, they rapidly enveloped the young martial artist.
"Shoo shoo…"
Countless black light tentacles enveloped and twisted upwards, causing the young man's face to change drastically. These black light tentacles directly penetrated into his body.
"Boom boom…"
Almost at the same time, a low explosive sound erupted. The young man's body exploded instantly, leaving only a cloud of black blood mist drifting around in mid-air. The explosive force surged violently, scattering the blood mist, and the surrounding dozen or so JiuHua Sect disciples were splashed with blood mist, instantly corroding their clothes and rotting their skin.
"Ah…"
A series of tragic screams rose. These JiuHua Sect disciples screamed miserably and then fell from the broken wind egret.
Elder Zhao instantly set up a protective Qi circle in front of him, narrowly escaping disaster. However, his expression was terrified to the extreme, muttering to himself: "Spiritualists, Spiritualists."
"Swish swish…"
Far away, at the foot of JiuHua Mountain, a group of figures rushed over rapidly. The people from JiuHua Sect had already arrived.
"Who dares to act recklessly in my JiuHua Sect." A shouting voice came over, and then more than a dozen figures appeared in the air, led by Mo TianWen, the Sect Master of JiuHua Sect, and the elders hurriedly arriving.
"Mo TianWen, we meet again." Li Lin said softly, watching the people from JiuHua Sect. Two martial generals and more than a dozen martial souls, with eight or nine hundred disciples coming from JiuHua Mountain, this overall strength was much stronger than Flying Spirit Gate.
"Li Lin, it's you, kid." Mo TianWen and the others watched Li Lin on the back of the Sky Winged Snow Lion, observing the more than three hundred Flying Spirit Gate disciples in front of him, and then saw a cloud of blood mist, changing his expression and asking, "What happened?"
"Sect Master, the Young Sect Master was killed." Elder Zhao said.
"What." Mo TianWen was stunned on the spot, and after a while, veins popped on his forehead, his expression turning extremely angry, and he shouted: "Who did it?"
"It was me." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing said lightly.
"No matter who you are, I will make you pay for my son's life." Mo TianWen said murderously to the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing.
"Is that so? I will send you and your son to meet in the underworld." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing coldly smiled, obviously not taking Mo TianWen's words seriously.
"Snow Lion, teach those three little birds a lesson." Li Lin said to the Sky Winged Snow Lion.
"Roar roar…"
The Sky Winged Snow Lion immediately roared, the sound breaking through the spatial ripples, the immense sound piercing through the far space.
"Caw…"
The three broken wind egrets of JiuHua Sect immediately became restless, unable to calm down under the oppression of the Sky Winged Snow Lion's aura, no matter how the people of JiuHua Sect tried to soothe them.
"Hiss hiss…"
At the same time, the little dragon, unwilling to show weakness, spat out letters from its small head, emitting a low hissing sound from its throat, an invisible aura instantly enveloping the surroundings.
At this moment, the three broken wind egrets trembled violently, their wings flapping weakly, their bodies already tilting.
"Ah…"
Immediately, the JiuHua Sect disciples on the backs of the three broken wind egrets fell straight from the sky, Elder Zhao on the back of the broken wind egret swaying, his expression terrified to the extreme. The opponent's beasts clearly had extremely high bloodlines, completely suppressing the broken wind egrets to react this way.
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"Die." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing coldly said at this moment, and as his voice fell, black light vibrated out, enveloping the entire mid-air in a vast expanse of black fog, his figure disappearing like lightning from the back of the Sky Winged Snow Lion.
When the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing's figure appeared, it was already with a rich black fog appearing in front of Elder Zhao of JiuHua Sect, a black light palm print directly emerged out of thin air, completely twisting the space and enveloping this person within.
Elder Zhao's face changed drastically, his hand imprints rapidly deployed, only to find himself unable to move instantly. The space he was in was completely twisted, the true Qi inside his body was frozen, the space filled with a pungent and unpleasant black light, penetrating everywhere, drilling into his body at lightning speed, directly into his mind.
"Break." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing twisted his hand imprint, and Elder Zhao's body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist sprayed into mid-air. Martial Soul cultivation was simply unable to contend with the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing, the difference in strength between the two was too great. At the same time, the broken wind egret was also killed by the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing, its huge body heavily falling to the ground from mid-air.
"Spiritual Commander, it's a Spiritual Commander." At this moment, Mo TianWen and the disciples of JiuHua Sect finally recognized that the black-robed elder standing in the air was a Spiritual Commander. Only at that level could one stand in the air, but they did not recognize the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing.
"Roar roar…"
At this moment, under the deterrence of the Sky Winged Snow Lion and the little dragon, the remaining two broken wind egrets were completely listless, and the disciples of JiuHua Sect on the broken wind egrets also all fell from the high sky, screaming miserably, either dead or with broken limbs.
"Aren't you going to avenge your son? What are you waiting for, not making a move?" The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing landed beside Mo TianWen and said.
"Sir, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I don't know what your relationship with Flying Spirit Gate is." Mo TianWen's expression changed drastically, in front of a Spiritual Commander, his previous rage instantly turned into terror and fear.
"Mo TianWen, this is the Grand Elder of our Flying Spirit Gate. Your JiuHua Sect actually sent someone to assassinate me, isn't your method too despicable?" Li Lin let Li XinTong sit on the back of the Sky Winged Snow Lion, taking the little dragon and leaping to the ground.
"Flying Spirit Gate's Grand Elder." Mo TianWen's heart chilled instantly. Flying Spirit Gate actually had a Spiritual Commander; how could this be possible? Such a powerful figure, how could he be in Flying Spirit Gate?
"What do you want? If you oppose JiuHua Sect, Ghost Martial Sect will not let you off either." Mo TianWen stepped back slightly, his face showing horror.
"What about Ghost Martial Sect." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing said lightly, "Now, you can die." As his voice fell, the figure of the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing charged directly at Mo TianWen.
"I'll fight you." Mo TianWen's face sank. After all, he was the head of a sect, with the strength of a fifth-level Martial General. Being pushed to this extent, he was naturally unwilling. He rapidly deployed hand imprints, and with a fierce grasp of his palm, a red glow flashed on his palm. The red glow extended and directly turned into a blazing flame.
This flame roared up, instantly enveloping the entire space. The roaring flames twined upwards, followed by a shake, carrying a scorching hot air roar, covering the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing.
The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing coldly smiled, his gaze icy. He calmly watched the surging flames, showing no intention of dodging. He formed hand imprints, and in an instant, a spirit flame swirled out around him. Spiritualists all have spirit flames on their bodies, but the color of the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing's spirit flame carried streaks of black light.
"Bang bang…!"
The two flames collided fiercely, sparks flying everywhere, the violent force scattering, countless flames pouring out, then extinguishing in mid-air like fireworks.
The force of the explosion scattered, and the surrounding crowd had to rapidly retreat. At this level, ordinary people simply did not have the strength to be involved.
Upon collision, Mo TianWen was immediately pushed back dozens of meters, his face changing instantly, a tremendous force pouring over him, his blood surging uncontrollably, a mouthful of fresh blood already reaching his throat.
The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing said nothing, a trace of coldness crossing his face, his figure instantly disappearing from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was not far in front of Mo TianWen. A black light claw print covered down, a sharp breaking sound tearing through the air, the claw print cunningly and viciously targeting Mo TianWen's vital points, and the space around them began to twist.
"Rage Flame Burst!" Seeing the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing attacking again, Mo TianWen's face showed horror. He shouted loudly, fire attribute true Qi violently surged out from his body, an astonishing aura spreading, seemingly using all his strength. Hand imprints flew, true Qi howling, instantly condensing into a huge fireball in front of him.
The terrifying fireball, hundreds of meters large, shot out, tearing open a crimson crack in space along its path, the space's airflow instantly burned into smoke.
"Martial General strength, not something Martial Soul can compare to." Li Lin mused from a distance. Mo TianWen's strength was indeed that of a strong man, it's just unfortunate that he encountered the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing.
"Hmph, mere child's play." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing, in mid-air, tore down a claw imprint, swift as lightning, not dodging at all. The claw imprint grew against the wind, instantly becoming thousands of meters in size, covering the entire space, thick black light enveloping everyone's heads, as if the sky was darkened.
"Shoo shoo…"
However, just as the claw print met the violent fireball, the claw print directly burst through, forcibly tearing into the fireball, with a momentum capable of tearing space, instantly shredding the fireball into pieces. After a slight obstruction, the forward momentum was still violently sweeping out, the space directly shaking, and in an instant, the claw print heavily landed on the space where Mo TianWen was.
Below a Martial Commander, in my presence, all are ants, a cold smile appeared on the face of the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong WuMing, icy intent flashing in his pitch-black eyes, the claw imprint forcefully pressing down.