Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

Chapter 1327 Blood Sword and Corpse Seed

"So that's how it is?" Looking at the dense corpse aura emanating from the ground, Mo Juren immediately understood. It seemed that his previous guess was correct; the other party was indeed a corpse cultivator.

Instead of being afraid, he was relieved.

He's just a corpse cultivator, which is perfectly countered by his methods, making him the easiest to deal with. In other situations, it would be more troublesome.

Of course, he couldn't be too careless, after all, the other party was from the Tianjue Clan, who knew what special methods they might have.

Furthermore, there are hundreds of reanimated corpses in this underground cavern. Judging from the current situation, they will likely all appear at once. If they are attacked together, we really need to be careful.

This is also the strangest thing. If they could control so many corpses to attack, why didn't they do it before and had to wait until now?
Could there be some other hidden reason? After all, no one with a sound mind would make such a choice.

While he was pondering, the purple lightning flames in mid-air quickly flew back and then transformed into a layer of purple lightning and fire armor that adhered to his body.

The Purple Extreme Thunder Flame is effective against corpse energy, making it suitable for protection at this moment. As for the Divine Light of Destruction, or even more trump cards, there's no rush to use them now; they can be used at crucial moments.

"Bang bang bang..." At this moment, the shaking stalagmites began to burst one after another, and then one after another, corpses appeared. However, what happened next stunned Mo Juren, who was originally preparing to start the battle.

These reanimated corpses did not swarm in; instead, they remained seated cross-legged, their slightly stiff hands simultaneously forming unknown hand seals.

The next instant, all the refined corpses began to contort their faces and let out shrill roars, as if they were enduring endless pain.

A bizarre scene then unfolded: the refined corpses began to shrink at a visible rate, as if their essence had been stolen away.

After a short while, all the corpses withered and dried up, leaving only pieces of robes scattered on the ground.

"This..." Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly, not expecting this situation. It was truly unexpected. Moreover, if he hadn't misread it, the essence inside those corpses should have been drawn into the ground.

This also means that the unknown enemy must be hiding deep underground, having seized the essence from hundreds of corpses, and its purpose is self-evident.

It must be said that the other party is indeed quite adept at concealing their true intentions.

In fact, he had already explored the underground conditions when he entered the cave, but he didn't find anything then.

Even now, when he probed the ground with his divine sense again, he was still as if he were being interfered with by some mysterious energy and was unable to lock onto the target.

Mo Juren's expression tightened slightly. It seemed that this mysterious enemy was no ordinary person! Now that it had received so much nourishment, it was likely to have reached an even higher level.

Knowing nothing about the underground situation, he did not act rashly, but stayed where he was and waited patiently.

This time, he didn't have to wait long. In just a moment, he suddenly had a thought, and then he turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already more than ten feet away.

At the same time, a blood-red afterimage suddenly burst forth from the ground where he had been standing.

"Lightning Release Technique!" The afterimage burst out of the ground, but did not immediately give chase. Instead, it stood still and said with a playful expression.

Only then did Mo Juren finally see what the other person looked like. He was shocked to see it, and his expression changed instantly, almost causing him to lose his composure.

The other person was exactly the same as the middle-aged man he had seen in the illusion, even his clothes were unchanged, still a blood-red Taoist robe. No, there was a difference, namely his eyes. Unlike the original middle-aged man's jet-black eyes, this one was golden-red.

This is quite frightening. Although one cannot discern the opponent's exact cultivation level within the illusion, it is certain that they must be a top-tier being in this realm.

It is possible to merge into one, or even to attain Mahayana enlightenment.

With his limited strength, he's no different from an ant when facing such an existence; he has absolutely no chance.

However, it was only for a moment before he realized that the situation might not be as he thought.

Firstly, if the other party were truly that being, why would they have bothered to spy on him secretly before? They could have easily dealt with him with a single thought. Secondly, the other party was covered in the aura of death, clearly indicating that he was a corpse cultivator. This also meant that the original body had already died, and the one in front of him was probably a reborn consciousness.

Thinking of this, he immediately focused his attention and, just as he had guessed, the aura emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him should be that of someone in the late stage of the Void Refinement realm.

Mo Juren's previously anxious heart instantly relaxed, and his expression returned to calm.

As long as you remain at the Refinement of Emptiness level, there shouldn't be any major problems.

This change in expression naturally caught the attention of the middle-aged man, who was clearly surprised and then began to scrutinize him carefully.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he said with some disbelief:
"The aura of the Blood Slayer Sword? How is that possible?"

"Blood Sword?" Mo Juren was taken aback for a moment, but immediately thought of the blood-red longsword he had obtained before. So that's what it was called.

"My Blood Blade was forged at the Karmic Fire Platform. With your strength, you couldn't even touch it, let alone obtain it. What exactly happened?" the middle-aged man asked coldly again.

"Your Blood Sword?" Mo Juren sneered.
"You are nothing but a refined corpse. What right do you have to claim to be the master of this Blood-Slaying Sword?"

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man didn't expect the other party to ask that question. A flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes, but then he seemed to realize something.
"I didn't expect that you not only obtained the Blood Slayer Sword, but also gained the sword spirit's approval, and thus learned some secrets!"

"A sword spirit!" Mo Juren was surprised. The Blood Sword was heavily sealed inside, but he didn't expect there to be a sword spirit inside. This was truly an unexpected surprise!

"Then what are your plans, sir?" Mo Juren remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, which once again caused the middle-aged man to show a strange expression.

"You little rascal, you have quite the good mindset. If it were before, I might even have considered taking you as my disciple, but now..."

After a pause, the middle-aged man changed the subject.
"Times have changed, and I am no longer the same as before, so naturally I can no longer take on disciples. I won't waste my breath on you. Just now, you inexplicably slaughtered most of the 'corpse seed,' completely ruining my plan that I had been working on for many years. This matter cannot be left unresolved."

Originally, I was too lazy to waste words with you and would have just killed you to vent my anger. However, now it might be possible to be flexible. If you are willing to hand over the Blood Slayer Sword, then the past can be forgiven.

"Corpse Seed? What's that?" Mo Juren was filled with curiosity upon hearing this new term again.

"You're quite curious, kid, but I'm too lazy to explain. Enough with the nonsense, just tell me, do you agree to my proposal?" The middle-aged man was getting impatient.

"Agree? On what grounds?" Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, Mo Juren also gave up the idea of ​​pressing for answers. He was not afraid at all, but instead asked with a cold smile.

(End of this chapter)