High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

An unprecedented sense of horror and fear gripped Bai Qiuyi's heart. He was shocked and struggled to get up to stop them, but this aggravated his injuries, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He could only turn his head in despair and roar at Su Mufeng beside him, "Director Su! The place they went to is the ancestral hall of our sect! There... there is the sword of our sect's founding ancestor! Only the direct descendants of the sect leader's lineage can activate it with their bloodline! If... if those brother and sister really have a problem, that general... he might not be able to withstand the power of the ancestral sword!"

Bai Qiuyi could see clearly that the excessively young general, although capable of flying, was only at the fourth level, first stage.

The founder of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect was a genuine sixth-tier expert! The sword he left behind was also a sixth-tier martial spirit weapon! Even though the weapon spirit was incomplete, its power was at least at the level of a half-step sixth-tier expert!

That's a power that a fourth-tier martial artist simply cannot contend with!

"What?!" Su Mufeng exclaimed in shock. "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

He could no longer care about anything else. His inner energy exploded, and he stomped his foot on the ground, then sprinted up the mountain like a cannonball at an extreme speed.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Ancestral Master's Shrine.

In the room filled with the strong smell of blood, Leng Wuhen and Leng Ningshuang, brother and sister, were soaking naked in two huge blood buckets, the blood inside still bubbling.

The huge commotion outside the mountain gate, and the clear, cold female voice that echoed through the mountains, made their hearts pound wildly, almost leaping out of their throats.

The brother and sister exchanged a frightened look.

Leng Wuhen's face was filled with terror and paleness, and his body even trembled slightly from fear. He had just felt the power brought by the demon race's cultivation technique, and the exhilaration of breaking free from shackles and rapidly increasing strength had not yet faded.

Is it possible that we're about to be exposed?

However, a hysterical frenzy appeared on Leng Ningshuang's face.

"Feng Mo! It's Feng Mo again!" she gritted her teeth, her voice shrill and piercing. "Does he really want to kill us all?! He destroyed my Mind's Eye, destroyed my path, and now he wants to destroy the entire Mind's Eye Sword Sect!"

Resentment and hatred gnawed at her sanity.

Thinking of this, Leng Ning Shuang suddenly stood up from the blood bucket, her naked body covered with strange blue patterns.

She rushed to the altar and grabbed the simple, unadorned longsword enshrined in the center.

Without the slightest hesitation, she used the blade of her longsword to slash her own wrist fiercely!

laugh!

Blood gushed out, splattering onto the sword. The blood didn't flow; instead, it was instantly absorbed by the sword, not a single drop remaining.

At the same time, Leng Ning Shuang forcibly activated the long-abandoned "Mind's Eye Sword Technique" true qi method, beginning to awaken the dormant, fragmented martial spirit within the sword.

"Sister! You've gone mad!" Leng Wuhen exclaimed in shock upon seeing this.

"Brother! I'm not crazy!" Leng Ning Shuang whirled around, her eyes bloodshot, her face twisted in a terrifying grimace. "He's the one who's forcing us to die! Master hasn't returned yet, but the Demon Slayer Division has already surrounded the sect. Master must have been exposed! Once they discover our demonic transformation, what do you think our fate will be?!"

"Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take that bastard Feng Mo with us before we die! We'll make sure he keeps us company on the road to the underworld!"

Leng Ning Shuang screamed frantically, "Brother! Come help me!"

Leng Wuhen's expression shifted between light and dark, his eyes filled with struggle.

Ultimately, the fear of death and the overwhelming hatred for Feng Mo overwhelmed everything.

He gritted his teeth and rushed out of the blood bucket, then used the patriarch's sword to cut his wrist, letting the sword absorb his blood while frantically pouring his inner energy into it!

Buzz—Buzz—

As the brother and sister poured their essence and true energy into the ancient longsword, it trembled violently.

Golden inscriptions lit up one by one on the sword, and a vast, boundless, and incomparably sharp sword intent awakened from the sword!

The next moment, an extremely dazzling sword light shot into the sky!

Boom!

The sturdy roof of the ancestral hall was pierced through by the sword light, leaving a huge hole!

The sword light drew a dazzling arc in the air, tearing through space, and with a terrifying power capable of annihilating everything, it slashed fiercely at the four figures that were flying through the air!

Chapter 66 With Your Sword, I Grant You Death

As soon as Feng Mo and his companions arrived above the ancestral hall, they sensed a terrifying sword light slashing through the air.

The sword flashed brilliantly, and wherever it passed, a visible white shockwave was cut through the air.

Even more terrifying, after the sword light left the body, it emitted a sharp sword cry, firmly locking onto Feng Mo's aura, transforming into a stream of light, and piercing straight for his brow!

Through the hole in the roof, Leng Ning Shuang saw this scene, and a maniacal laugh appeared on her twisted face.

"Hahahaha! Feng Mo! You have harmed me time and time again, ruining my path! In the end, you will die before me! To die by the sword of the founder of my Heart Eye Sword Sect, you have every reason to be proud! Hahahaha!"

The laughter was filled with the joy of revenge and the madness of death.

Faced with this attack that was almost at the sixth level, Feng Mo's eyes flashed with surprise, but he showed no panic.

A futile struggle.

With a thought, the Thunder Lord's Decree on his chest burst forth with dazzling purple lightning, transforming into a lightning shield covered with Qilin totems.

At the same time, the martial soul power surged and circulated, the black and white two streams flowed, and the life and death dragon armor instantly covered the whole body!

"Hahaha! Useless!" Leng Ningshuang's shrill laughter echoed again from inside the ancestral hall, filled with disdain. "The strongest weapon of my Mind Eye Sword Sect is the attack of the divine soul! The sword of our ancestor contains supreme sword intent capable of annihilating the divine soul! Your tortoise shells can't defend against attacks of the divine soul!"

Under her venomous gaze, the ancestral sword, as swift as a stream of light, pierced fiercely into the lightning shield in front of Feng Mo.

laugh--!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a tooth-grinding scraping sound.

The tip of the patriarch's sword was locked in a stalemate with the Thunder Lord's protective shield, and the sword body burst forth with boundless golden light.

An invisible, overwhelming sword intent instantly pierced through all physical defenses and fiercely rushed into Feng Mo's sea of ​​consciousness!

In mid-air, Feng Mo's figure suddenly froze, and his eyes seemed to lose all their luster at that moment.

"Hahahaha! Brother! Did you see that?!" Leng Ning Shuang laughed until tears streamed down her face, shaking Leng Wuhen wildly. "He's dead! His consciousness was extinguished by the Ancestral Master's sword intent, he's become an idiot! We've avenged him!"

In Leng Wuhen's eyes, there was both fear of death and a morbid sense of satisfaction at the enemy dying first.

However, the next second.

A sudden change has occurred!

The still figure in mid-air slowly extended a hand.

That hand, with its distinct knuckles, long and strong, effortlessly grasped the blade of the ancestral sword, which was still trembling wildly.

hum...

The longsword, which had been buzzing incessantly, was suddenly gripped and choked, all its trembling and gleaming instantly silencing, becoming as docile as ordinary iron.

"No...it's impossible..."

Inside the ancestral hall, Leng Ningshuang's maniacal laughter froze instantly, turning into utter horror.

"How could you possibly... withstand the patriarch's sword intent?!"

Feng Mo was certainly not unaffected.

Just a moment ago, that vast and sharp sword intent did indeed invade his sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to annihilate his soul.

But it was merely an intrusion.

Almost at the same instant the sword intent appeared, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven Martial Soul, sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness, suddenly opened its eyes!

boom!

An overwhelming fighting spirit erupted from the Great Sage Martial Soul!

That is the supreme will that looks down upon all things and suppresses all heavens!

Faced with this terrifying fighting spirit, the once invincible ancestral sword intent was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, unable to put up even the slightest resistance, and was instantly crushed, evaporated, and turned into nothingness!

The Great Sage's fighting spirit fears no attack on the soul!

Feng Mo's lips curled into a cold smile.

He flicked his wrist, and the ancestral sword in his hand let out a mournful cry.

The next moment, he suddenly swung his arm!

call out!

The longsword transformed into a streak of light that flew back even faster than it had come!

Inside the ancestral hall, Leng Ningshuang's pupils reflected the approaching sword light, her face still showing extreme shock and fear.

She didn't even have time to let out a scream.

puff!

The flying sword pierced her brow with perfect accuracy, and the immense force sent her flying backward, completely severing the unsightly white blindfold covering her face!

With a clang, the patriarch's sword pinned her firmly to the patriarch's statue behind him.

The white satin slowly slid down.

What was revealed was a pair of eyes that had long since been completely demonized, with pupils that had turned into terrifying vertical pupils.

She died with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"younger sister!"

Leng Wuhen, witnessing this scene, was filled with rage and let out a roar of utter grief and indignation.

Feng Mo's eyes were indifferent as he casually waved his hand.

"roar!"

The black and white dragon beneath his feet roared, splitting into two. The black dragon detached from his feet and transformed into a bolt of black lightning that rushed into the ancestral hall, annihilating the grief-stricken Leng Wuhen along with the blood bucket beneath his feet, turning them into a cloud of blood mist.

After doing all this, Feng Mo's figure slowly descended, standing on the ruins of the ancestral hall.

At that moment, Bai Qiuyi, who had rushed over at great personal risk, witnessed this final scene.

He saw Leng Ning Shuang, who was nailed to the statue of the patriarch and whose demonic eyes were exposed.

He saw the ancestral sword held docilely in the young man's hand.

He saw blood and devastation everywhere.

it's over...

God, collapsed.

The sect leader's act of treachery against a demon has led to the Demon-Slaying Division sealing off the mountain.

His disciple was corrupted by evil spirits and was nailed to death in the ancestral hall with the ancestral master's sword.

An indescribable despair instantly shattered all his will.

The Mind-Eye Sword Sect is doomed.

[Ding! Bai Qiuyi is utterly devastated, his defense is severely breached, defense breach points +5000.]