Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 525: Everything in the Sleeve
However, Chen Mu was not as unharmed as he appeared. He forcibly took the attack from the Nascent Soul cultivator. Even with the support of Lingshu Qingyuan True Water, his blood and essence still surged up and his soul was shaken.

After calming down a bit, he suddenly thought and shouted, "Senior, I am only here to find the Thousand-Eyed Dog Thief. Why are you so persistent in pursuing me?
Qianmu has no gratitude and is cruel. Although he is temporarily serving under the command of the senior, the example of the Meng family is enough to show that if he gets the chance one day, he will definitely betray the senior again just like he betrayed the Meng family!
I am removing Qianmu today to eliminate a threat for you, Senior..."

The Xuanyuan League leader was slightly stunned when these words came out, but then he snorted coldly and scolded: "My Xuanyuan League's affairs are still under the purview of an outsider like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Mu to answer, he waved his sleeves, and a black and white mist flew out from the cuffs. It dissipated in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the fog rose, the wind and clouds changed color, and billowing smoke rolled up.

"Let me see how many ways you can stop me!"

He shouted loudly, but no longer used Yuan Guang to fight the enemy. Instead, he used his most proficient top-grade magical power, the world in his sleeve!

This magical power came from the Central Earth Divine Continent. He also learned it from an old Taoist priest by chance. Later, with this magical power, he gained a great reputation in this sea area and even created the Xuanyuan League.

The fog spread out in an instant, and Chen Mu's reaction was not slow. Without waiting for the fog to come over, he stepped forward and auspicious clouds appeared, ready to fly away.

However, before he flew far, he found that the black and white mist seemed to have enveloped the sky and the earth, and he could not get out at all.

The leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance waved his sleeves again, and the black and white mist rushed down. As soon as it came into contact with it, Chen Mu felt an irresistible force holding him. Then he felt dizzy and turned upside down, and was thrown into his sleeves involuntarily.

Seeing that he was about to be taken into the sleeve, Chen Mu would not sit still and wait for death. He quickly gathered his skills and pointed his finger, and a sudden roar came from the sky.

The five-colored divine thunders complemented each other, and suddenly a thunderbolt broke through the sky and crashed into the black and white mist.

Although his Five Elements Divine Thunder was not of top grade, it was not much different in terms of killing power. After all, thunder magic had a natural effect on killing power.

The result did not disappoint him. The Five Elements Divine Thunder collided with it and dispersed all the black and white mist.

For a moment, in the bright and clear world, seven colors appeared in the same sky!

However, the leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance had already prepared for this. He had already treated Chen Mu as a cultivator of the same level...

As he chanted something, the black and white mist regained its momentum. Unlike before, the white mist completely receded, leaving only the pitch-black mist, like a drop of thick ink dissolving into water.

The threads continued to billow outward, spreading wider and wider, and in an instant expanded to an area of ​​hundreds of miles, like a dark cloud curtain, covering the sky and the sun.

When this world in the sleeve is practiced to the extreme, it can capture mountains and lakes and seas. Although its killing ability is not as good as the magical powers of the same level, its ability to trap enemies is first-class.

The cage came down, blocking all the escape routes, leaving Chen Mu with nowhere to escape and he fell into it in a moment.

Seeing this, Chen Mu unleashed several more thunder spells, but despite the roar of thunder, they were like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves...

The leader of Xuanyuan League snorted coldly upon seeing this: "You are overestimating your own abilities."

He gathered his sleeves and flicked them, put one hand behind his back, and walked away on the clouds.

Now that Chen Mu and Meng Yuewei are both in his hands, he is no longer in a hurry and plans to go back and deal with them slowly.

Although Chen Mu was put into the sleeve, his soul was strong and there was a lamp protecting his spirit platform in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, so he was still conscious.

He looked around intently, only to find himself trapped in a dark world. Countless black and white mists bound him like a cocoon, and his magic power seemed to be restrained and motionless. When he tried to use it, he felt it was extremely obscure and difficult to control.

If others were in this predicament, they would probably be helpless and could only wait for the leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance to issue a judgment and bring them to justice.

However, since Chen Mu had dared to infiltrate the Xuanyuan League, he naturally considered the Xuanyuan League leader, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, to be his own. He hadn't taken any countermeasures just now because he feared the other party would be on guard. And now, trapped in his supernatural powers, he must have been a little careless...

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and all the killing talismans in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness flew out, rushing towards a broken small flag that appeared in front of him.

The next moment, the sky and the earth howled, and the wind began to blow. A breath of underworld energy quietly descended.

Chen Mu only felt that the magic power in his body was gradually depleted, and it dried up in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a familiar feeling came over him, and pictures of evil ghosts and spirits flashed before his eyes, and finally stopped on a bull-headed ghost holding a golden bone fork!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a ghostly cry that resounded for thousands of miles was heard, and the broken small flag suddenly rose into the air, swaying in the wind and merging with the dark clouds in the sky.

The next moment, a dark golden bone fork shot out from the thick clouds like an arrow, breaking through the sleeve and stabbing at the relaxed leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance.

The leader only felt his arm shake, and was caught off guard. He staggered in the air, not daring to stop and check. He teleported out without looking back and fled a hundred miles away.

"what!"

He roared in his heart. At that moment just now, he actually... felt the opportunity of his death!
He is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he can sense the opportunity of his demise...

The leader looked frightened and raised his sleeve to see that his sleeve had been broken and a big hole had been opened.

Chen Mu, who was supposed to be trapped in his sleeve, was now swallowing pills to restore his magic power a hundred miles away. Beside him, a three-meter-tall ox-headed ghost was holding a golden bone fork, pointing it at him from afar.

Even though he was a hundred miles away, he could still feel the sharpness of the bone fork. Not only that, there were about a hundred black runes on it, and it was filled with murderous intent!
"Is this... a ghost?" The leader's face was extremely ugly. He was full of confusion and cursed inwardly: "How can there be a ghost of such a level here!"

Anyone who could pose a threat to him would have to be at least in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. A ghost with such a high level of cultivation hadn't appeared in the East China Sea for ten thousand years...

"He has cultivated the highest-grade magical powers of Buddhism, and he also has this Nascent Soul ghost protecting him. Who the hell is this boy?"

It was not until this moment that he felt a little regretful. Why didn't he follow Chen Mu's advice and leave? Compared with the path of life and death, the Meng family treasure house, whose existence was unknown, was nothing.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and was quite decisive. He immediately said, "My dear friend, since you have such a method, why didn't you tell me earlier? Never mind. I will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Thousand Eyes. My dear friend, please do as you please. However, after this, you must not..."

Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly urged his Nascent Soul to perform the teleportation technique again, narrowly avoiding the sudden attack from the Bull-Headed Ghost.

After he stood firm, he was furious and shouted, "You little thief, you are so arrogant! Do you think I can't catch this ghost?"

Since he achieved Nascent Soul status, he had never been forced into such a state of embarrassment by a Jindan cultivator. No wonder he was so angry...

Chen Mu said nothing and hurried to refine the elixir to restore his magic power.

Seeing that he ignored him, the leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance became even more furious and snorted coldly, "Alright, alright! Little thief, after I deal with this ghost, I will grind you to dust!"

Chen Mu remained expressionless, but he sighed slightly in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't want to withdraw, it was just that... he couldn't control the ghost...
(End of this chapter)