Chapter 346 Collapse of Faith

Chapter 346 Collapse of Faith
Mo Ji was already in a state of rage, and seeing that Xiao Ling still didn't take him seriously even after knowing his identity, he had no place to hide his anger.

Especially when Xiao Ling mentioned Yi Chen, the anger in his heart burned fiercely as if oil was poured on it.

At this moment, hearing Xiao Ling mention the name that made him sick, the brutal murderous intent in his heart was immediately aroused, like an enraged beast, the bloody aura emanating from his body permeated and was almost condensed into substance.

Mo Ji is a few years older than Yi Chen, and his cultivation has always been ahead of Yi Chen. In the past, his status in the sect was also firmly above Yi Chen.

Unfortunately, he encountered an accident while devouring the flesh and blood of others to cultivate. He was attacked and seriously injured. His foundation was damaged, his cultivation talent was almost exhausted, and his life span was greatly reduced. He only had a few years to live. Even the qualification to enter the sect's forbidden area was ruthlessly deprived.

He was once the most promising disciple of Tianming Sect in the past hundred years, but now he is in disgrace and his status has plummeted. The one who replaced him is Yi Chen, who has gradually caught up with him under the great training of the sect. His jealousy towards Yi Chen has reached a point of near madness.

"Damn it, you all deserve to die! I'm going to kill you and tear your flesh into pieces! I'll devour your flesh and blood to improve my cultivation, and then that damn Yi Chen will be trampled under my feet."

Mo Li's face was twisted with anger and madness, and his voice echoed in the woods, filled with brutal murderous intent.

Looking at Xiao Ling who was dozens of feet away, Mo Li's face was full of ferocity. Then he stomped his foot on the branch suddenly. With a hissing sound, his figure disappeared strangely.

His speed was so fast that it was hard to catch up with him, not even a trace of afterimage was left. If it were an ordinary Dou Zong strongman, he would not even have the chance to react and would be hit directly by his sudden attack.

Just as Mo Ji moved, Xun'er had already retreated to another branch like a wisp of smoke, making some space for the upcoming battle between the two sides.

Xiao Ling stood there, his figure as steady as a mountain, but in the next moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Without the slightest hesitation, he swept his spear across with full force, tearing through the air, and fiercely stabbing at a certain space behind him with a sharp sound of wind.

Bang! "

The gun shadow left a trail of afterimages in the air, and when it landed in that space, a figure suddenly flashed out. Mo Li raised his arm horizontally and took Xiao Ling's gun. Then he roared, changed his palm into a claw, and at this moment, a majestic blood-red fighting spirit surged out of his body like a flood.

"Blood Shadow Claw"

As Mo Ji growled, a bloody claw mark suddenly swung out, carrying a bloody smell, and rushed straight towards Xiao Ling, even tearing a crack in the space.

Facing this sudden close-range attack, Xiao Ling's face remained calm. He just stabbed lightly, and the bloody claw mark was directly pierced by the tip of his gun.

At such a close distance, Mo Li had no time to dodge. The spear in Xiao Ling's hand seemed to break through the space and appeared in front of Mo Li in an instant, directly piercing through the palm of his hand that he had just used to perform fighting skills.

This Mo Di, as soon as the fight started, used all his strength without reservation. Judging from his posture, it was obvious that he intended to end the battle quickly and wanted to defeat Xiao Ling swiftly.

However, he obviously overestimated his own strength. Not only did he fail to gain any advantage, but he also suffered a great loss.

Not only did Mo Li's sneak attack fail, but his palm was pierced by the opponent's counterattack. He was shocked and realized that he had hit a wall this time and the opponent was by no means an easy opponent.

Watching his palm being pierced by the sharp tip of the gun, Mo Ji gritted his teeth and quickly retreated, trying to free his hand from the deadly tip of the gun.

However, when Mo Ji pulled away from him, the severe pain in his palm still did not subside. He looked down and was shocked to find that the tip of the spear seemed to be broken off, and the tip embedded in his palm was separated from the main body of the spear, still firmly nailed in the flesh of his palm.

Before Mo Qi could react to the sudden change, Xiao Ling had already made a quick move. He clenched his palms, then opened them, and uttered a word in a low voice,

"burst!"

At the moment the voice fell, the tip of the gun embedded in Mo Ji's palm seemed to have received some kind of command, and immediately emitted a dazzling red light. Then, it began to vibrate violently, and then split into dozens of sharp fragments, which directly penetrated Mo Ji's palm and pierced out from the flesh.

The originally clean palm, after experiencing this series of destruction, became like a honeycomb, covered with dense holes. The inside of the palm was bloody and horrible, as if it was cut open by countless blades. The scene was extremely tragic.

"Ah, what kind of method is this? It's so vicious. You are despicable!"

The sudden intense pain made Mo Li's face turn pale in an instant. He roared in pain, looking at his palm which was destroyed beyond recognition by Xiao Ling's sudden attack, and the anger in his heart became more and more fierce.

And those sharp fragments that shot out from Mo Li's palm drew arcs in the air, and then as if attracted by some force, they changed direction and floated towards Xiao Ling.

One by one, they were precisely reattached to the spear head, and soon, a spear tip as sharp as before was formed.

Xiao Ling waved the spear in his hand easily, and the tip of the spear drew a few beautiful circles in the air. He sneered, his tone full of contempt.
"Humph, you say my methods are vicious? Compared to your Tianming Sect's blood-devouring skills, my methods are nothing but a drop in the ocean."

Xun'er, who was watching the battle from the side, saw Xiao Ling's method and a hint of novelty flashed in her eyes. This kind of weapon with a unique attack method had never been seen even in the ancient clan.

"It can be driven by fighting spirit and controlled by soul power. This is the first time I have seen it," Xun'er whispered to herself, with admiration in her eyes. "The quality of this spear is indeed extraordinary. Brother Xiao Ling has a powerful weapon in his hand."

Mo Ji licked his lips with a bright red tongue, snorted coldly in his heart, and urged the blood in his body to stop the injury on his palm. Then he raised his other hand and pointed his palm towards Xiao Ling in the air, and clenched it fiercely.

“Blood explosion!
As the shout came, a strong bloody light suddenly burst out from Mo Li's palm, and then a strange wave quickly spread.

The strange wave spread very quickly, enveloping Xiao Ling in the blink of an eye. The latter suddenly realized that at this moment, the blood in his body seemed to be slightly warm, as if some invisible force was quietly pulling them.

Although this feeling came suddenly, to Xiao Ling, it was just like a temporary surge of blood and energy and did not bring any substantial threat.

"This guy's weird Kung Fu is quite powerful. If we can get it, it can be a good way to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers..." Xiao Ling commented while dealing with the abnormal movements in his body lightly.

His shoulders shook slightly, and a cool and vital energy gushed out from his body, quickly enveloping his entire body. As soon as the strange wave touched this cool energy, it dissipated without a trace, just like morning mist meeting the rising sun.

Seeing that his attack had no effect on Xiao Ling, the anger in Mo Li's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by a hint of seriousness.

This move of his could forcefully draw out the blood from even a five-star Dou Zong-level warrior's body if he wasn't careful. However, when he used it on Xiao Ling, he couldn't even make the other man's body shake.

Before, Mo Ji thought that Xiao Ling and Xun'er looked so young, only about twenty years old at most. However, since they were able to climb to the top of the Xinlan Ancient Tree, they should have the cultivation level of Dou Zong, but not much higher.

But after this initial fight, he found that he was at a disadvantage for a while. The strength of the man on the other side was probably not inferior to his, and there was a woman of unknown strength next to him, which made him feel that the situation was not optimistic.

Mo Qi took a deep breath. He knew that the opponent he met this time was far from being as simple as he had thought. He had to be more careful, otherwise, he might really be defeated here today.

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was ready to go all out. The idea of ​​retreating also flashed through Mo Ji's mind before, but he quickly gave up the idea.

Anyway, he knew that he would die soon, so why not fight to the death? The essence contained in the flesh and blood of these two people in front of him was so abundant that if he could swallow them, it might bring him unexpected benefits, and even make up for his remaining lifespan and damaged cultivation foundation.

Mo Ji also knew that if he didn't show some real ability, today would be difficult to resolve. He decided not to hold back and go all out to avoid any more trouble.

"I have no choice but to use some of my trump cards. Otherwise, I'm afraid something unexpected will happen. I have to go all out to avoid any complications." As this thought flashed through Mo Ji's mind, a strange bloodthirsty red flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and his hand prints suddenly changed.

As Mo Li's hand seals changed rapidly, his body actually began to shrink gradually in Xiao Ling's sight. Streams of blood gushed out from his pores, making him look like a bloody man, quite terrifying.

"Brother Xiao Ling, that is the blood coagulation method of the Tianming Sect. It evaporates the blood in the body to gain a short-term surge in strength!" Xun'er, who was not far away, saw Mo Li's appearance. With her extensive knowledge, she immediately recognized what method Mo Li used and explained it to Xiao Ling immediately.

Although Xun'er was confident in Xiao Ling's strength and believed that he was capable of dealing with Mo Di, her face remained calm.

But after all, she had never seen Xiao Ling’s real fight with her own eyes, so a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

"Xun'er, don't worry. These little tricks are nothing to worry about. Even if this guy uses some secret method to temporarily increase his strength, he is definitely not my opponent."

Xiao Ling smiled gently, turned his head and gave Xun'er a comforting look, his tone full of confidence.

Xun'er looked at Xiao Ling's indifferent expression and could only roll her eyes helplessly.

Brother Xiao Ling is still the same, he has loved bragging since he was a child.

However, Xiao Ling's humor did relieve a lot of Xun'er's worries, and she gradually relaxed.

"Humph, you dare to be distracted when fighting me, you are really too arrogant. This battle ends here!"

Mo Ji snorted coldly, and as the fighting spirit in his body surged like a flood, a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After using the blood coagulation technique, he was confident that he could fight even against a nine-star Dou Zong. In his opinion, Xiao Ling was just a high-level Dou Zong of the same level. Now that he had a surge in combat power, it would be easy for him to deal with Xiao Ling!
"Bang!
Mo Ji stomped his foot violently, and cracks as thick as his arms immediately appeared on the tree trunk. In just a few breaths, the thick branch could not withstand the force and broke directly, turning into fragments and flying in the air. Mo Ji's figure twisted in the space in front of him, and then disappeared again strangely.

The air around him whistled because of his movements, the leaves swayed wildly in the wind, and the entire forest seemed to be shrouded in the tense atmosphere of the battle.

Noticing the disappearance of Mo Li's figure, Xiao Ling's eyebrows raised slightly. He quickly took two steps back and got into the best fighting posture.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a red shadow. Mo Xi appeared in front of him like a blood-red ghost. His five fingers were bent into claws, and his sharp nails were like blades, emitting a piercing cold light.

"I'll take your flesh and blood! After I kill you, I will tear your girlfriend apart alive in front of you." A bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on Mo Li's face, and his voice was low and full of malice.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xi's sharp claws went straight to Xiao Ling's heart, grabbing fiercely. This attack was full of murderous intent, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him with one blow. The surrounding air made a sharp whistling sound because of the rapid swing of this claw, and the space was torn into several cracks alive.

Xiao Ling stood there, staring blankly at Mo Li, who was emitting a bloody smell. He seemed to have no reaction to the impending attack. He was like he was frightened and did not move.

Mo Ji looked at Xiao Ling standing there motionless, as if he was frightened by his attack. A scornful smile appeared on his face and he sneered.

"Hehe, so this is all you can do. You don't even have time to react." Mo Ji sneered in his heart, but his hands did not pause at all.

His claws pointed directly at Xiao Ling's heart, and he grabbed it fiercely, trying to kill him with one blow. The blood-stained palm stretched out and pierced through the figure.

However, just as Mo Li's palm passed through Xiao Ling's chest, he immediately felt something was wrong. There was no resistance of piercing flesh, no feeling of blood splashing, only empty nothingness, as if his hand had passed through a wisp of smoke.

"Oops, this isn't his real body, it's just his afterimage!" Mo Ji's heart sank, and he instantly realized that he might have been tricked. He quickly came to his senses and prepared to take action.

But before Mo Li could react, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from behind him, like a volcanic eruption, spreading out instantly, and the surrounding air became scorching hot because of this scorching force.

This sudden powerful aura startled Mo Ji, who was standing nearby. But before he could come to his senses, a fist wrapped in brilliant golden flames had torn through the space and smashed towards his back at an astonishing speed.

“Bang!

As a collision sound was heard, the strong wind swept out like ripples, the surrounding branches were blown wildly, the leaves were shaken and scattered everywhere, and those branches that were close were even broken directly under the huge impact.

The wind howled, blowing up fallen leaves all over the sky. In the strong wind, a figure shot out like a fully drawn bowstring. The figure in a white robe was Mo Ji.

The figure drew an arc in the air, so fast that it almost became a white afterimage. In a blink of an eye, he crashed into the trunk of the Xinlan Ancient Tree.

Just when Mo Xi was about to collide with the tree trunk, a faint green light suddenly appeared on the trunk, like a protective film, blocking Mo Xi's rebounding figure and preventing him from directly crashing into the tree trunk.

At the moment when his figure collided with the green barrier, Mo Ji suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. His footsteps swayed, and he almost lost his balance. His body could only slide down the tree trunk involuntarily. Fortunately, a branch appeared in time to stop his fall. This allowed him to finally find a foothold.

"Is this Three Thousand Thunder Movements? No, it should be Three Thousand Thunder Illusions. But Brother Xiao Ling has not interacted with the people in Fenglei Pavilion much, how did he learn this skill? In Fenglei Pavilion, there are only a few who can learn this."

Xun'er looked at Xiao Ling's figure, who had just been pierced by Mo Ji. The figure had turned into a flash of lightning and gradually dissipated. She gently tapped her pretty little chin with her slender fingertips, and muttered to herself with a hint of confusion.

"It seems that Brother Xiao Ling also has his own opportunity to learn such advanced fighting skills. But why didn't he tell me about this before? After the battle is over, I must ask him about it."

"How is this possible? When did such a person appear in Zhongzhou?"

Mo Xi steadied himself, his palm twitching slightly. As the blood light surged, the burning pain on his back gradually eased, but his eyes stared gloomily at Xiao Ling opposite him, and a shock surged in his heart. The opponent's strength far exceeded his previous expectations.

After the two sides fought, Xiao Ling's aura, which had been restrained, was completely released, and each of them could clearly feel each other's cultivation.

Looking at Xiao Ling's youthful appearance, he seems to be only about twenty years old, but his cultivation has surpassed that of himself who has been practicing for more than thirty years.

(End of this chapter)