Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Go fast, don’t stop!
"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Every genius who can cultivate to this level has the hope of becoming a master.

How could I let myself die here?

In just a moment, the geniuses of the race quickly evacuated the battlefield.

Soon, only Jiang Shu, the trapped Ming Wuya, and the peerless genius of Xing Ge who was watching from afar were left in Jingyuan.

The rules of the Star Pavilion prevented him from easily intervening in such a fight.

Ming Wuya's pale face twisted into a ball when he saw this. He didn't expect that the situation he had carefully planned would be destroyed by Jiang Shu's few words.

"Your Excellency is right,"

His voice became even hoarser and more unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"You are indeed a variable."

Jiang Shu's eyes narrowed, and then he smiled softly and said, "Finally admitted it?"

Ming Wuya did not answer. What he just said was through a secret technique that only Jiang Shu could hear.

Then he suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the bone spear.

The blood was not red, but a sticky blue liquid that gave off a disgusting smell of decay.

"Nine Hells and Yellow Springs."

With a loud shout, Ming Wuya's skin began to crack, revealing the dark blue muscles underneath.

Those muscles squirmed like living things and quickly broke the gray net.

His body grew to three meters tall, with curved bone horns growing on his head, and the spine on his back piercing the flesh, forming bone whips.

This is the true form of the Hades.

Abandoning everything in life, the body of Hades uses death as power!
This is the forbidden technique of the underworld.

After Ming Wuya transformed, his speed was so fast that even his afterimage could not be seen. The bone spear pierced towards Jiang Shu's heart with a piercing scream. Wherever the spear tip passed, the space shattered like glass.

Jiang Shu was not in a hurry, and the Desolate Star Halberd drew a perfect circle in front of him.

The circle expanded rapidly, forming a space shield.

What's even more strange is that countless tiny mirrors appeared on the surface of the shield, each of which reflected the hideous appearance of Ming Wuya after his transformation.

"Jingyuan is my home ground."

The moment the bone spear pierced the shield, all the "Ming Wuya" in the mirrors attacked at the same time, and countless spear shadows pierced the body from different angles!

This is a great technique created by Jiang Shu by combining the Heart of Space and the characteristics of Mirror Abyss. However, with his current realm, once he steps out of Mirror Abyss, he will fail due to his unfamiliarity with the laws of space, and it may even backfire on himself.

"Puff puff!"

Although Ming Wuya's defense increased greatly after the transformation, he was still overwhelmed by attacks from all directions.

Soon, there were more than a dozen blood holes on his body, and dark blue liquid flowed out.

"impossible!"

He roared and swung the bone spear wildly.

"I've obviously already..."

"Already what?"

Jiang Shu suddenly appeared behind him with a cold voice.

"Have you used your trump card?"

The Desolate Star Halberd pierced into Ming Wuya's back without any tricks, and the gray airflow wrapped around the tip of the halberd instantly penetrated into his body.

The primordial Dao rhythm and the dark energy collided violently, making a teeth-grinding sizzling sound.

"what!"

Ming Wuya let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and his huge body quickly shrank back to its original size.

He knelt on one knee, only supported by the bone spear to keep from falling.

Jiang Shu took a step forward, looked down at him and said, "Tell me the black-robed man's plan, and I can give you a quick death."

Ming Wuya raised his head, and there was a faint phosphorescent light in his dark pupils.

The corners of his mouth curled up strangely, and his voice was weak.

"You thought this was the end?"

He suddenly crushed a piece of bone on his chest, and thick black fog instantly erupted, covering the entire Jingyuan.

Jiang Shu retreated vigilantly, and the Taichu Daoyun formed a protective shield on his body surface.

When the black fog dissipated, Ming Wuya had disappeared. Only a few drops of dark blue blood and a piece of remaining mechanical debris on the ground proved that he had existed.

The peerless genius from Star Pavilion then stepped forward and looked at Jiang Shu.

"I recognize the aura of that black fog!"

"Ming Wuya is a member of the Doomsday Cult. As expected, all of this is really a conspiracy of the Doomsday Cult. I will pass this matter to Xing Pavilion and clear Brother Jiang's name."

He didn't come here to threaten Jiang Shu.

Instead, he wanted to witness this great battle and know the truth.

Now the truth is clear and the purpose is naturally achieved.

"Did he escape?"

Jiang Shu picked up the piece of mechanical debris, and a silver-blue light flashed in his eyes.

"No, it's a distress signal."

He looked somewhere in the void with a serious look in his eyes.

"It seems that our friends and accomplices from the Underworld are nearby."

The broken space of Jingyuan slowly closed up behind Jiang Shu, but the young man in white from Xingge did not leave with the crowd.

A tortoise shell dangled from his fingertips, with a light golden blood mist seeping out from the cracks.

"Xingge Mo Qiye."

Mo Qiye pointed his finger in the air, and the tortoise shell drew three intersecting light marks in the air.

"This is the three talents that determine good and bad luck, but today the divination only shows chaos."

“That’s why I came.”

Compared to other strong men in the Star Pavilion, Mo Qiye had already comprehended a trace of the law of fate long ago, and he would gain something every time he did divination.

But this time, before following Ming Wuya here, he did some divination for Ming Wuya, but it was all chaos.

This is an unprecedented situation.

At first, Mo Qiye thought that Ming Wuya possessed some secret technique that could block the secrets of heaven, but the same thing happened when he was fortune-telling for other people, which meant that they did not possess this secret technique.

But it was Jiang Shu in front of him.

Jiang Shu definitely has great luck!
Mo Qiye's eyes were burning.

The Star Pavilion where he is located has a very special status.

On the one hand, they can see a glimpse of the future, predict good and bad luck, and are respected and praised by everyone. But on the other hand, because the practice method of Xingge focuses on deduction, their own combat power is far inferior to that of other practitioners at the same level.

In such circumstances, they need to rely on the strong in order to gradually reach the top.

If he wants to take over Star Pavilion in the future, he must plan ahead early.

Before Jiang Shu completely became a saint, he surrendered to Jiang Shu.

This is a very common occurrence in the Star Pavilion. For example, Mo Tianji, who was walking in the Star Pavilion, turned to Fengyun Tianjiao.

Mo Qiye took a fancy to Jiang Shu in front of him.

Jiang Shu looked at Mo Qiye and said with a smile: "You said that you will pass the truth to Xingge. Aren't you afraid that Xingge will not be threatened by many forces like the War Alliance?" "Of course, it is also possible that Xingge will think that you only surrendered to me and don't believe your one-sided words."

In the world of Star Ruins, geniuses within a force enjoy the convenience brought by that force but also face corresponding constraints.

Although Jiang Shu is a registered disciple of the War Alliance, he is still an outsider after all. Mo Qiye is a genius of the Star Pavilion. If he follows Jiang Shu without permission and is targeted by someone with ulterior motives, he will be in trouble.

Mo Qiye didn't care about it at all.

"Brother Dao, the operation mode of Xingge is different from other forces. If you learn the supreme art, you have to sell it in the end to be called supreme. That's why Mo Tianji has always been around Zhan Feng."

"What's more, I did this to give an explanation to those geniuses who were killed. As long as this matter is true, Xingge will naturally not say anything."

He does know how to talk.

During his communication with Zhan Feng, Jiang Shu had also heard of the name of Star Pavilion and knew the powerful abilities of the Star Pavilion monks.

This kind of ability is extremely rare even in the vast world.

"what ever."

"If possible, please help me calculate what Ming Wuya will do next."

Upon hearing this, Mo Qiye smiled bitterly and said, "Please forgive me, Brother Jiang. I am not trying to shirk my responsibility. It is because Ming Wuya is targeting you. I cannot spy on anything that involves you. If I force myself to spy on you, it is very likely that I will lose my life."

Jiang Shu just nodded when he heard that.

He had also heard this sentence from the man in black robe, but the man in black robe was able to make plans for him.

It seems that the fact that the Doomsday Cult is feared by so many forces is indeed due to its own unique features.

Mo Qiye gritted his teeth and spoke again.

"Never mind, wait for me for a moment."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Shu to speak, Mo Qiye sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a formation plate that seemed to condense a star, muttering to himself, and as he moved, a strange aura began to gradually rise from his body.

puff!
After a few breaths, Mo Qiye, who had been calculating something, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His energy and blood instantly weakened, and he kept coughing, his body swaying. If Jiang Shu hadn't supported him with the power of space, he would have fallen to the ground.

"I can only predict the direction to the southeast..."

Mo Qiye's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth.

The star array between his fingers had already developed fine cracks, and it was obvious that the divination just now had consumed a great deal of his energy.

Jiang Shu frowned slightly, ripples appeared in the space at his fingertips, and he sent a jade-colored pill to Mo Qiye's lips.

There are nine cloud patterns flowing on the surface of the pill. It is the precious Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill, which is specially designed to treat damage to the soul.

"Take it." Jiang Shu said calmly.

Although this pill is precious, the price Mo Qiye paid for it is even greater.

Jiang Shu is not a person who likes to owe favors to others. No matter what Mo Qiye's purpose is in approaching him, as far as he can see now, he is indeed very sincere.

Mo Qiye nodded gratefully and swallowed the pill.

In an instant, his paper-pale face showed a hint of blood color, and his weak breath stabilized.

But those eyes, which were once bright, were still dim, and it was obvious that the shock to the soul would not recover in a short time.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Mo Qiye reluctantly bowed, took two breaths and continued,
"That thing is very dangerous. All I can see is a distorted space and... blood."

"I don't dare to look at the rest, otherwise I would really die on the spot."

Jiang Shu's eyes flashed slightly, and the heart of space in his dantian trembled slightly.

"Shattered Abyss."

Jiang Shu suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"That direction is the Shattered Sky Abyss of the Deep Sky Sea."

Mo Qiye's face darkened when he heard this.

As a disciple of Xingyun Pavilion, he had naturally heard of this notorious dangerous place.

Legend has it that it is the site of a great war in ancient times. The spatial structure was completely shattered, forming countless overlapping and intertwined broken dimensions.

Even if a strong person in the late tenth realm or even the peak realm enters, he will be torn into pieces by the space turbulence if he is not careful.

"Brother Jiang, we..."

Mo Qiye seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Jiang Shu had already turned around, and the Desolate Star Halberd drew a silver-blue track in the void. He took out his communication tool and sent a divine thought to Zhan Feng who was somewhere unknown.

"Brother Mo, can you still move?"

Jiang Shu turned around and asked Mo Qiye.

After swallowing the pill and recovering from his injuries, Mo Qiye stood up from his meditation.

Looking at Mo Qiye's condition, Jiang Shu nodded slightly, and first took Mo Qiye to a place where the space was relatively stable.

Then he drew a line with his left hand in front of his body, and a spatial portal opened silently.

On the other side of the portal, Zhan Feng's burly figure was already waiting there, with blood still lingering on his bronze battle axe.

"Brother, you came just in time!"

The sound of the war wind was like a huge bell, and it carried a strong bloody aura.

"I just took care of some blind guys."

Jiang Shu stepped across the space portal, and Mo Qiye, who was admiring Jiang Shu's mastery of the laws of space, followed closely behind him.

They appeared on a floating meteorite belt, and the members of the War Alliance and the Jiuyu Business Alliance were vigilantly guarding the periphery.

When he saw Jiang Shu, the tension in Yu Tianming's eyes eased a little, and he walked to Jiang Shu as usual.

"Your Highness."

She saluted respectfully, and a few new scars appeared on her black battle robe.

"Ming Wuya's minions have been lingering nearby."

Zhan Yun put away the bronze battle axe, his heroic brows filled with solemnity.

"Brother Jiang, the situation is not good now."

"All races are searching for us, and several geniuses have already died in the pursuit."

Jiang Shu's eyes darkened, and he sneered and said, "It seems that Ming Wuya is still stubborn and unrepentant."

"Humph!"

Zhan Feng punched the meteorite beside him, and the hard star gold was actually cracked into spider-web-like cracks by his punch.

"Ming Wuya is using a knife to kill someone!"

At this time, Mo Qiye, who had been standing nearby, suddenly spoke up: "Fellow Daoists, when Ming Wuya was fighting with Brother Jiang, he used a secret technique of the Doomsday Cult. I was watching at the time and saved all the images. As long as we transmit this image to the outside world, the attack on us will disappear instantly, preventing the situation from escalating further."

Mo Qiye took out a stone that looked like crystal and handed it to Zhan Feng.

"Brother Dao, please pass it on to the war alliance."

Zhan Feng looked at the photo stone in his hand and was in a good mood. He laughed and patted Mo Qiye's shoulder, but he made Mo Qiye stagger.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Yun, who was more careful at the side, noticed Mo Qiye's expression and quickly took out the precious pill for him to swallow.

Jiang Shu briefly explained the results of Mo Qiye's divination. Fengyun Tianjiao's gazes lingered on Jiang Shu in horror for several times.

Even though they had been with Jiang Shu for some time, they had never expected that Jiang Shu had so many secrets.

Even the genius of Xingge cannot tell the future.

You know, their war alliance has cooperated with Star Pavilion many times.

Like these two brothers and sisters, they were already good friends with Mo Tianji, and they knew that although Xingge was not as powerful as their War Alliance.

But in terms of divination, even the Venerable's figure has been predicted by Mo Tianji. (End of this chapter)