Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

Mo Yin let out a long howl toward the sky, and finally, miserably, he lifted the illusion.

The two "Yi Jue" slowly dissipated, Mo Yin also returned to his original appearance, and the sword energy and sword intent in his hands also dissipated in an instant.

At this time, the entire arena began to fade slowly, and then seemed to be covered with a hazy filter. It turned out that this was the real view of the arena.

The moment Mo Yin came in, he covered the entire arena, and then set up a layer of illusion. Relying on this layer of illusion, he collected all the information about Yi Jue, and then used his own skills to simulate Yi Jue's clone.

Yi Jue was right. The illusion technique of the Thousand Illusions Sect was powerful, but they were also very poor. Many of the cultivators in the sect were not good at refining treasures or talismans. All the arts of cultivation were almost abandoned, and the only skill left was illusion technique.

Although it is much better than the ordinary Nascent Soul families, it also possesses the least resources. And this sect does not consume many resources and relies entirely on comprehension.

Therefore, a cycle is formed, resulting in this sect having no powerful magic weapon inheritance or resource inheritance, but there are a lot of illusion masters and many Nascent Soul level cultivators. However, their power is not large, and they are confined to a corner and unable to move forward.

"Your method is very powerful, but I rely on external objects, how can you transform?"

"Human Emperor Banner, Nascent Soul Level!"

"Seven Star Sword, peak Jindan level!"

"Heart Demon Tower, the peak level of Jindan!"

"Your seven-stringed harp is good, but unfortunately the materials and technique are average. Even now, it is only at the late Jindan stage!"

Yi Jue said a few more words, which was rare. Now the overall situation was decided. Mo Yin's illusion had been broken and he was already seriously injured. He just needed to hold on. This battle was almost won.

The next thing to consider is the tough battle that will ensue.

Mo Yin just looked at Yi Jue quietly. It would be a lie to say he was not jealous. Each of these three magic weapons would require a Nascent Soul cultivator to spend one or two hundred years to create.

However, the characteristics of the Thousand Illusions Sect are like this. If he relies too much on external objects, his illusions will not be able to make Yi Jue fall into his trap. The one in front of him is a true Nascent Soul level spiritual consciousness. He can rely on illusions for two hours and even have the possibility of winning. This is already a good inheritance of the Thousand Illusions Sect.

Unfortunately, he still lost in the end. In fact, if it weren't for that ancient little tower that not only sealed him off, but also the noises of magic sounds, illusions, desires, etc., his illusions could have lasted for a while longer.

However, this kind of magical weapon inheritance is almost impossible to appear in the Qianhuan Sect.

If the cultivators of Qianhuan Sect focus on refining treasures, they will rarely become Nascent Soul cultivators.

As long as other Nascent Soul families are not stupid, they generally won't join the Qianhuan Sect. After all, there is no benefit if they can't integrate into it.

"However, this chaos will change when I become the sect leader!"

Mo Yin was not discouraged by losing this battle. To him, the real battle would come after the Nascent Soul stage.

His fantasy world can only truly unleash its terrifying power when it reaches the Nascent Soul stage.

"Speaking of which, I have another move. If you can catch this one, I will be convinced."

Mo Yin was not someone who could not afford to lose. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his hand. The seven-string magic harp that Yi Jue had sealed for a long time flew back into Mo Yin's hands.

Mo Yin's face was pale at this time, and it was obvious that he had spent a lot of effort to recall the seven-stringed harp.

"This move is similar to the Heaven-Changing and Earth-Splitting Song, but the Heaven-Changing and Earth-Splitting Song is too grand, and I cannot display its full power." "I have practiced this song for two hundred years. Although I do not have the power to change the heaven and split the earth, I do have the spirit to change the world."

"The Eight Desolations are annihilated!"

A sound was heard, and inside the entire arena, the sky collapsed and the earth sank. Wind, thunder, fire, water, mountains, and swamps appeared one after another, and then there was complete chaos. Such a small arena actually evolved into a scene of the world's destruction.

The magic weapons in Yi Jue's hands moved continuously, hundreds of seal characters appeared on the Human Emperor Banner, and the Seven Star Sword turned into an extremely huge sword and stood across in front of him. However, Yi Jue looked at the scene of the destruction of the Eight Desolations and felt something in his heart.

The Yin-Yang Mirror was fully revealed for the first time, floating above his head. One was pitch black, and the other was bright white. The two streams of energy swirled in Yi Jue's hand and then transformed into a huge golden bridge.

The golden bridge was built on the ground in an ordinary way, but it connected heaven and earth. At this time, the sound of the annihilation of the eight wildernesses was still ringing, the hurricane began to take shape, and thunder and lightning began to flash.

The golden bridge stabilized the heaven and earth, preventing the wind and thunder from accumulating. The next note sounded, followed by another one. Water and fire were unbalanced, and water vapor rose in a small area. Yi Jue's golden bridge melted again, and a yin and yang divine light appeared, directly annihilating the hurricane and lightning in front of them.

"Yin Yang Wheel, Yin Yang Golden Bridge!"

Yi Jue sat upright on the bridge, spanning the sky and earth. The huge Yin-Yang Wheel diagram continuously absorbed the power between heaven and earth. It seemed that the Eight Desolate Silent Sound had encountered a great obstacle and could no longer play out.

Mo Yin's face turned red, but he just couldn't play that note. He had been practicing the Eight Desolate Silent Sound for two hundred years, but this was the first time he couldn't play it.

Looking at the huge Yin-Yang Wheel diagram and the dazzling Yin-Yang Golden Bridge, Mo Yin sighed. His seven-string magic harp was named the Eight Desolations Silent Harp.

This sound of silence in the eight wildernesses is his natal song.

But looking at Yi Jue's appearance, the Yin-Yang Mirror is also his natal magic weapon, but he has a few too many natal magic weapons.

But in this situation, the Yin-Yang Mirror can still protect his Yin-Yang. Thinking that this is what the old demon Hehuan said, he has not developed less than 10% of his own skills. Just 10% is enough to make him helpless.

"Is this the Hehuan Sect?"

Mo Yin felt a moment of powerlessness, and finally, he left.

Yi Jue felt another form of the Yin-Yang Wheel. The circulation of Yin and Yang was the basis for the existence of the world, and the Yin-Yang Golden Bridge connecting heaven and earth was the strongest form to stabilize the world.

With this understanding, Yi Jue was able to transform directly with the Yin-Yang Wheel. Now the Yin-Yang Wheel in his hand could not only defend, but all attacks were divided into Yin and Yang energies, providing unparalleled defense.

Even more, with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Yin and Yang energies can transform into the Yin-Yang Divine Light, which can not only take away life's vitality, but also nourish life's vitality.

Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of the destruction of the Eight Desolations, the Yin-Yang Wheel has taken another step forward, and the Yin-Yang Golden Bridge has suppressed Yin and Yang, and has the ability to seal.

This magical power is becoming more and more handy.

With Mo Yin's departure, the entire space began to vibrate continuously, and then moved slowly, and finally, formed a space that looked like a gourd.

Yi Jue was not in a hurry to take action. It was obvious that the formation had not yet been connected. If he took action at this time, it would easily anger the person behind the formation, and that person was naturally the old demon Hehuan.

However, at this moment, Yi Jue was looking at the other side of the arena, where there was an unruly figure with wildly dancing black hair, carrying a domineering sword, looking towards Yi Jue. (End of this chapter)