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Mo Yi and the others were not within Li Chen's scope of thoughts. After all, they were not of the same realm. Killing them would be but a single move.

"Rumble …"

He knew his own limits. Now that the people from the Netherworld Sea Sect had arrived, it was better for him to fight this Netherworld Udumbara Flower who completely ignored the bystanders. It was better for him to stay far away since he could not beat Li Chen.

However, seeing Li Chen easily turn around and dodge without a trace of panic, Mo Yi could guess that Li Chen's cultivation level was probably the same as the Martial Saint level 7 Nether Limitless.

This difference was truly extraordinary! Mo Yi self-deprecatingly shook his head, stood there for a moment, then flew away, informing the sect elders, that was what he could do now.

As for the disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect, when they saw Mo Yi leave, they also glanced at the people beside them and walked a little away in fear of death. And as for the disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect, when they saw Mo Yi leave, they also looked at the people beside them and walked a little too far away in fear of death.

After all, the Netherworld Old Ghost had stayed at the Seventh Martial Saint level for nearly a hundred years. His cultivation and battle experience were many times stronger than Li Chen's. "Hahahahaha!" "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahe@@

After dozens of moves, Li Chen appeared to be at a disadvantage.

Ghost Hell only knew that Li Chen had definitely improved in the War God's cave. Adding on the inheritance of the War God, when he thought of this, the ghost's eyes were filled with greed and jealousy.

"Brat, hand over the War God's inheritance and I can still benevolently leave you an intact corpse."

After once again resisting the poison needle of the Netherworld Old Ghost, Li Chen's eyes were filled with fighting spirit and killing intent, "Heh, the War God's inheritance? I do not know what it is, but even if I have it, I will not give it to you.

In the last few exchanges in the cave of the War God, Li Chen did not know that everyone had guessed that the inheritance had been obtained by him, but now that he had appeared, the outside world did not have any rumours about the inheritance of the War God. So, it was better to not admit it, otherwise, if he was heard by someone, he would have more enemies.

If there were enemies, it would just be a matter of trouble and escape! Li Chen didn't want to cause this to happen, but the Tyrant Sword Sect and the Nethersea Sect were still using other excuses to chase after him.

The thousands of poisonous needles from the old Netherworld Spirit were all controlled within the space lock. This space lock was the technique he had used as soon as he arrived and Li Chen was also locked within this domain.

Seeing Li Chen's face filled with disapproval and ridicule, the poison needles began to cry out one after another under the control of the Netherworld Old Ghost.

"Since you don't know how to choose, I'll help you choose one!"

Weng ~ Shua ~

The thousands of poisonous needles attacked Li Chen in succession. Li Chen wanted to dodge left and right, but the spatial lock was controlled by the old Netherworld Ghost. The smaller the needles, the smaller the area around Li Chen's evasion.

"Do you really think you can kill me with your strength!" As Li Chen finished speaking, a small cauldron appeared in his hand. With a thought, the cauldron grew larger and larger.

"Clang ~ Clang ~ Clang ~ Clang ~"

The poison needles were all knocked to the side by the large cauldron. The Netherworld Old Ghost felt as if he had been struck by this cauldron, and the poison needles lost contact with his spiritual energy.

"Hehe, do you really think I can't kill a brat like you?" The Netherworld Udumbara Ghost was completely enraged by Li Chen.

Originally, he had wanted to use the poison needle to control Li Chen, but he had neglected the fact that Li Chen had obtained the miraculous cauldron in the War God's cave.

This time, he did not hold back anymore and used all his strength to attack Li Chen. With Li Chen dead, everything he had was his, he was afraid that he would not be able to find the War God's inheritance.

Thus, Li Chen noticed the changes in his surroundings. The spatial lock suddenly stopped shrinking, and the surrounding temperature also suddenly increased.

Li Chen took the shape of a golden sweater and wrapped it around himself. Once this strange change occurred, Li Chen could not be careless.

"Haha, boy, you won't be able to escape death today."

The Netherworld Old Ghost was very proud. The golden blades in his hands slowly turned into a burning hot transparent red, as if they had been refined by a great fire.

The air around them began to heat up. "Rumble …"

Li Chen's right ear moved and he immediately left the place. When he turned around to look at the place where he was standing just now, he saw countless bright red blade lights moving extremely quickly and casually.

"Rumble …"

Another sound came from behind him. Li Chen dodged to the side and dodged. Within the space of a few dozen meters, there were more and more bright red blades and they were all extremely sharp. They moved silently in the surroundings and only made the slightest sound when Li Chen was attacked.

At this time, the Netherworld Old Ghost's spatial lock released countless sword edge spirit energy. Coupled with the shiny blade that was everywhere, Li Chen could only stick close to the cauldron and move it around, blocking countless killing intent for himself.

"Humph, don't think that you're the only one with a high level technique." Li Chen let out a cold snort, turning into countless ice shards and freezing all the blades. In an instant, besides the space beside the Netherworld Old Ghost and Li Chen's cauldron, everything else was ice and the space inside the ice shards shone with red light.

"Drip, drip, drip ~"

Due to the heat of the blade, the ice began to drip.

"Kid, this is the Innate Flame. Your bent body is unable to seal it for long, so you should obediently hand over the War God's legacy. Also, this cauldron, I'll let you die a quick death."

The poison needles in his hands attacked Li Chen one by one, but those needles were not affected by Han Bing at all. Once Li Chen Han Bing touched the poison needles, he would immediately disappear without a single drop of water.

When Li Chen saw that he could only make the cauldron freeze once again, and then use the Divine Weapon Incantation, because his cultivation had increased, the high level techniques of the Ruins of Immemorial were all displayed by Li Chen with his greatest might.

The poisonous needle began to "hum" away from the control of the Netherworld Udumbara Flower. It stopped its attack speed and began to tremble.

"Humph, useless trick, break it."

The Netherworld Udumbara Ghost roared. As the spirit energy circulated in its entirety, the poisonous needle trembled even more fiercely, but it still stopped moving. This caused the old Netherworld Spirit to become shocked.

This brat, Li Chen, what technique did he use this time to be able to control his magic treasure? This won't do, today this brat must die. Did he think that he only had these two moves?

"Whooosh."

Countless strong gales started to blow and the ice began to crack open one after another. The bright red blades suddenly began to stir violently.

This caused Li Chen to stand right next to the mouth of the cauldron. The moment something was wrong, he would hide inside the cauldron and use the Transmutation Unity Law's Shield to cover the mouth of the cauldron.

This time, the old Netherworld Ghost's actions weren't right.

However, Li Chen's actions were not wrong. The blade pieces were stacked on top of each other, becoming more and more piled up. Coupled with the sudden gale, the blade pieces created a buzzing sound.

Li Chen had only managed to stabilize his body with his strength as a Seventh Martial Saint. The strong wind was not ordinary and when it brushed against Li Chen, he could not bear it.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz ~"

The blades that were stacked began to make sounds. That muffled and sometimes sharp sound was transmitted to the surroundings of the Ba Sword Sect's Reputation Town one after another.

Even in the mountain city a thousand miles away, some people raised their heads and looked around in puzzlement, looking for the sound to slowly fly up to the sky to look in this direction.

Of course, Li Chen and the Netherworld Spirit didn't care.

What made Li Chen nervous and wary was the blade that looked more and more like a long blade.

If it wasn't for the fact that Li Chen had personally witnessed those shiny, golden, red blades stacked on top of each other, or the fact that they were attracted to each other and melding together, slowly turning into a large, untraceable blade, Li Chen would probably have thought to be the work of a master refiner.

However, this also showed that Li Chen's current situation was not very optimistic.

As the large saber slashed down, the surrounding wind swirled around it, whirlpools spinning rapidly one after another. Just a few meters away from the large saber, a small whirlpool of wind was fused into the whirlpool, forming a destructive whirlpool.

Li Chen stood at the mouth of the cauldron, frowning as he looked at this strange scene. When the large saber slashed at him, he did not panic nor did he hastily spin his right leg.

"Bang ~"

The collision between the two was like that of two supreme swords. A massive explosion could be heard, and the ripples of power swept thousands of kilometers away.

"Impossible!" Impossible! Impossible! How can it be? But how can it be stopped! "

The Netherworld Old Ghost gave a loud shout of disbelief. How could his Law Blade be blocked by a large cauldron? Impossible!

However, what shocked the Netherworld Old Ghost even more was that following that, the blade started to break apart. Pieces of blade pieces flew out like it was shattered, and the hilt in his hand also began to tremble.

Seeing that it was about to shatter, the Netherworld Udumbara couldn't believe what was happening. The spiritual energy in his hand strengthened and fiercely suppressed the trembling hilt. However, this was only temporary.

The blade pieces flew out and scattered everywhere. Even the handle of the blade couldn't stand it any longer and exploded.

"Pfft!"

The Netherworld Udumbara Ghost, who should have been tightly pressing the hilt of his saber, was sent flying into the air, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His expression was miserable and filled with disbelief.

However, the next thing he knew was that he was filled with hatred. His eyes were bloodshot as he flew up into the air, ignoring his internal injuries. One after another, spell incantations flew out from the old Netherworld Udumbara Flower's mouth and into the pieces of sabre that were scattered all over the ground.

"Rise!"

The Netherworld Old Ghost gave a loud shout and the golden blades scattered on the ground began to shine with a red light. There was a strange red color to them.