Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 370 Wushan Moyu, Die!

The Five Elements World of Wushan.

A valley outside Dizan Village.

The smell of blood mingled with the aura of demons.

The moon was dim and the stars were faint, bathed in the hazy moonlight.

A boy with blue demonic markings on his forehead, fine scales on his cheeks, and blood-red eyes roared at the sky in a voice that was not human.

The boy looked 98% similar to Mo Yu, but his seemingly insane rage and the demonic power emanating from his body made him look like a demon.

Opposite him stood three tall, strange figures, dressed in blue robes and wearing straw hats, their faces wrapped in thick bandages, revealing only a single, indifferent eye. They stared at him coldly, like three statues.

"A demonized human... the smell of Qilin blood is unmistakable."

At the very front, a strange man holding a short knife stuck out his tongue and carefully tasted the blood splattered on his lips, his voice hoarse.

"It looks like... this is the place."

Wushan Moyu's face became increasingly ferocious, with two deep, bone-revealing knife wounds on his back, from which countless fleshy buds were writhing wildly.

"It's quite unexpected that such demonic energy fluctuations would appear in a human."

Among the three, the peacock, who was at the back and stood leisurely on a boulder, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Cuck!"

Wushan Moyu suddenly let out a strange roar.

The air surged and transformed into tangible sound waves, stirring up all the dust and gravel on the ground, sweeping forward like a violent wave!

The two strange men wielding Tang-style broadswords reacted extremely quickly, their short swords clashing as they drew their blades and slashed horizontally!

The sword light cuts through the sound wave.

The turbulent air currents swept up fallen leaves and bloodstains from the ground, lifting them into the air.

The next instant, under this cover, a pair of ferocious bone wings suddenly sprouted from Wushan Moyu's ribs!

With a flap of his bone wings, his speed suddenly increased dramatically, and he became a blur, instantly appearing between the two swordsmen!

The ten sharp claws sprang out like steel knives, deftly bypassing the returning blades and heading straight for the two men's vital points!

From any angle, Wushan Moyu's appearance at this moment has absolutely nothing to do with the word "human".

"Clang! Clang!"

Two sharp, crisp sounds of metal clashing exploded almost simultaneously.

The sharp claws, capable of piercing iron and stone, were stopped by a sudden appearance of a layer of blue feathers after they pierced their cloth clothes.

The sharp claws pierced a little, and demonic blood seeped from the fingertips, but ultimately failed to reach its heart.

Fortunately, neither of them were human!
"Wow!!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched bird cry, the two demons instantly tore off their disguises, revealing their demonic forms. They decisively abandoned the horizontal swords in their hands, and their two wings, covered with blue demonic power, were like the sharpest blades, pointing directly at Wushan Moyu's heart and neck!

"Roar!!"

Wushan Moyu's bloodshot eyes blazed with even greater madness!

Completely ignoring defense, neither dodging nor evading, it allowed the deadly wings to slash towards it.

At the same time, the claws that had pierced the hearts of the two bird demons exerted their force in anger!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two wings aimed at him were momentarily blocked by the bone wings, while his palms had already penetrated deep into the flesh of the two demons, skillfully avoiding their ribs, and were about to pierce their hearts.

At this very moment when the outcome was about to be decided.

"Pfft!"

A streak of cyan light flashed by at incredible speed.

Wushan Moyu's forceful forward movement suddenly froze.

The bone wings that were struggling to resist, along with his head, revealed a thin line of blood.

At the wound, granulation tissue writhed wildly, trying to reconnect the severed head.

However, the two demons who were entangled with him seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

One claws reached up and struck his head; the other wings swept across and slammed into his body, completely separating his head from his body!
"Sir!"

After succeeding, the two bird demons immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness from the figure on the boulder.

The peacock didn't look at them, but quietly watched the head that had been shot to the ground, the bloodshot in its eyes and the ferocity on its face gradually fading, returning to calm.

If he hadn't intervened in time, his two subordinates would probably have been killed on the spot by this demonized human.

"Pity……"

The peacock stretched out its hand and inhaled through the air.

Wisps of purplish-red blood mist were slowly drawn out from the headless corpse.

Looking at that youthful face that had regained its delicate features, it couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of its heart:
"It's a pity it's human. Otherwise, I could have gained another great general under my command."
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In the mortal world, in Jiayuan City.

Mo Yu, the mortal who had just thrust the iconic golden sword of the Golden Sword Sect Master into the heart of its master, suddenly had a change in expression.

He noticed that among the two newcomers who joined the chat group at the same time as him but had never spoken, one of their profile pictures suddenly disappeared, leaving only the background.

"what happened?"

The mortal Mo Yu was startled.
"Is it possible?"

Meanwhile, within Mo Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

A spark of true spirit transformed into a ball of light, condensing at the very center.

One figure from each of the four Heavenly Palaces appeared and gathered here.

"Tsk,"

The Taoist priest, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked at the wisp of true spirit and shook his head.
"It hasn't been bubbling up for so long, there must be a problem."

The last time someone died was in the world of "Slay the Sister".

"Yeah, it's a pity."

The puppet figure sighed.

Although after 'Mo Yu' died, her true spirit could be merged with those of the living 'Mo Yu', and even the coordinates of the world she lived in could be inherited, so it cannot be considered a true annihilation.

However, the death of each 'Mo Yu' is still a heavy loss for them.

Putting that aside, each of Mo Yu's worlds represents almost a completely new path.

The mere fact that "the spacetime flow only operates normally in the world anchored to by the chat group, where only 'Mo Yu' exists; otherwise, it will freeze" is fatal enough. The Taoist's primordial spirit now holds the coordinates of two worlds, but at any given time, it can only develop one world.

This undoubtedly greatly slowed down their development progress.

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The demon slayer's spirit crossed his arms and remained silent.

This kind of major event that determines the future direction of the entire group actually has little to do with him, a relative newcomer.

He had no intention of venturing into any other world besides his own.

"Nonsense, no need to mention it further."

The tyrant's primordial spirit stepped forward, his voice steady.

"Let me see which world this is."

He did not directly absorb this true spirit.

After mastering the "Great Demon Seed Cultivation Technique of the Dao Heart," he now has a way to directly acquire memories without absorbing true spirits.

By simply planting one's own "demon seed" into it, one can personally "reincarnate" once in the other person's memory world.

"In that case, I'll do it too."

The Taoist's primordial spirit stroked his chin, and with a casual flick of his wrist, planted his own demonic seed inside.

With his talent and level of cultivation, mastering the "Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart" would have been an easy task.

The puppet watched enviously as the primordial spirit energy of the two powerful figures began to slowly increase again after reincarnation.

In theory, his level of understanding is sufficient, and his talent and comprehension are also adequate, but he lacks a certain degree of composure, which makes him see the threshold but never dare to, or rather, unable to, cross it.

A moment later, the tyrant's primordial spirit opened its eyes:

"So that's how it is, the Five Elements World of Fog Hill?"

"Tsk, no wonder he hasn't been replying to messages. It turns out he's been demonized by the Qilin blood and has completely lost his mind..."

The Taoist's primordial spirit also withdrew from the cycle of memories:

"Speaking of which, who will fuse with this true spirit?"

The four primordial spirits looked at each other in bewilderment.

The tyrant's primordial spirit pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"You should be the one to do the fusion."

"The Five Elements World of Fog Hill, I remember, is a world of medicine and poison. In terms of compatibility, Demon Slayer would actually be more suitable, wouldn't it?"

The Taoist's primordial spirit, with his hands tucked in his pockets, turned to look at the Ghost Extinction primordial spirit.

"not to mention,"

He shrugged.
"Before, it was the 'Sister-Slaying' true spirit that I fused with. Now I have two worlds at hand, and I'm already struggling to develop them all."

The tyrant's primordial spirit glanced at everyone and explained:

"Each of us can only focus on developing one world at a time. No matter who we entrust this true spirit to for fusion, the result will be the same. Moreover..."

He turned his head and looked directly at the Taoist's primordial spirit:

"The two of us were originally evenly matched in strength. Now, the reason you have been able to surpass me by a whole realm is..."

To a large extent, it's because you merged with the true spirit of 'Kill la Kill' that your talent was further enhanced; and the laws of the Kill la Kill world greatly strengthened your physical limits.

"The newly emerged mortal world is at a level that is too high for us."

"Leaving aside the legendary Spirit Realm and even the Immortal Realm, even in the current Human Realm, the strongest Nascent Soul stage expert is someone you would likely find difficult to defeat."

Although the Taoist's primordial spirit was fond of battle, he was not an arrogant or conceited person.

He nodded in agreement:

"If we disregard external items such as magic treasures and talismans..."

A Primordial Martial Artist roughly corresponds to the Qi Refining stage of a cultivator; a Celestial Grandmaster is considered to have reached the Foundation Establishment stage of martial arts; a Supreme Master is barely comparable to a Golden Core cultivator. As for me, I am roughly on par with a Nascent Soul cultivator.

In terms of cultivation level, he should appear to be at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but in terms of actual combat strength, it's hard to say...

It still depends on what kind of equipment and abilities the opponent has.

The Taoist priest, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke in a calm tone, yet with unparalleled domineering authority:
"However, if it's just a contest of primordial spirit... apart from a very few individuals who might have special opportunities, the vast majority of Nascent Soul cultivators in this world are no match for me in their sea of ​​consciousness."

The reason he said this was because when Mo Juren and Yu Zitong possessed the body of the mortal Mo Yu, they were able to probe their own primordial spirits into this sea of ​​consciousness.

In other words, cultivators in the mortal world have ways to launch attacks targeting the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Taoist's primordial spirit meant that he was confident he could block all attacks from the sea of ​​consciousness at the Nascent Soul stage or below.

"If you ask me, why don't we let that mortal guy take advantage of his good spiritual root aptitude, go around wandering around, actively seduce others, and then possess their bodies?"

The puppet figure then suggested with a sinister smile:
"Wait for the opponent to voluntarily send their primordial spirit into our sea of ​​consciousness. Then, the Battle Maniac will subdue them on the spot!"

At that point, who cares if they're a Golden Core Ancestor or a Nascent Soul Old Monster? Won't they all be at our mercy, to be molded and manipulated as we please?

The tyrant's primordial spirit glanced at the puppet figure. Although that wasn't his intention, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

"Based on current experience,"

He concluded,
"Based on current experience, the best approach is to concentrate all resources on one device."

The best development strategy right now is to level up one main character first, and then have that main character carry the lower-level characters.

"Yes, yes! War Maniac, please stop refusing. I'm still waiting for you to carry me to victory."

The puppet was shameless and immediately clung to the Taoist's primordial spirit's leg.

The Demon Slayer Primordial Spirit, who was already indifferent, nodded in agreement.

Even though this Misty Mountain Five Elements World is indeed quite suitable for him, he really can't be bothered to go to other worlds.

As for medicine, we can wait for the War Maniac to bring it back from that world and feed it to him later.

As for the opinion of Mo Yu, the mortal who is still unable to open up a heavenly palace in his sea of ​​consciousness and condense his primordial spirit to manifest?

He's still sitting at the children's table.

When adults are talking, how can children have the right to interrupt?

The weak are like this: they have absolutely no voice or human rights, and they just have to wait for the big shots to finish their discussions and give them a notification.

Since everyone has already voted unanimously in favor of it.

The Taoist's primordial spirit didn't say anything more.

He reached out and grabbed the true spirit belonging to Wushan Moyu, refining it in an instant!
(End of this chapter)