Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 182 From despair to hope, and then back to despair!
"Ju Ling dispatches generals!"

Wang Ai roared, clasped his hands together, and his Qi surged violently.

In an instant, a strong wind blew in the study, and black energy overflowed from his body like a tide, surrounding him and transforming into more than a dozen twisted "elves".

They are all the souls that Wang Ai has detained and refined for many years. They are quite powerful, and the Qi strength of each residual soul is about that of three Fengshayan.

More than a dozen of them came out at the same time, and their momentum alone was enough to crush ordinary strangers!
"You little bastard! You dare to touch my grandson? I will skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and seize your soul!"

Wang Ai's face was ferocious. With a wave of his finger, the remaining spirit rushed towards Mo Yu like an arrow, trying to tear him to pieces.

Mo Yu stood there, his eyes indifferent, the smile on his lips still there.

With a wave of his hand, a brass horn shield appeared in front of him. Although it had several shallow traces of battle damage, it did not look dilapidated. Instead, it exuded a solemn and murderous aura of iron horses and golden swords, and a faint sense of fiery fighting spirit.

"God of War, please come out!" Mo Yu shouted in a low voice.

As the words fell, the brass horn shield trembled, and a golden-red light burst out from it, transforming into a tall figure.

This is the God of War!
It is formed by the residual souls extracted from tens of thousands of corpses and shaped by the power of faith of tens of thousands of believers in the God of War.

It is nearly three meters tall, with the iconic thick golden horns on its head, wearing broken armor, holding an illusory spear in its hand, its eyes are as red as blood, and its body is surrounded by rich black and gold energy.

As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the study dropped sharply, and the air was filled with the breath of death and conquest, the intensity of his Qi far exceeded that of Wang Ai's residual soul!
"kill!"

Mo Yu snapped his fingers, and the war god's red eyes flashed with fighting spirit. He swept his spear across, bringing up a black and gold storm.

The remnant spirit that was rushing towards him was swept up in the storm before it got close.

The spirit bestowed with the name "God of War" actually derived its most essential spiritual energy from the day Quan Xing attacked the mountain. Mo Yu utilized Xia He's resting Qi, residual Yin Qi, his own blood, and other miscellaneous elements to forge a rabid beast.

When he dispersed his energy, he regarded these things as impurities and stripped them out of his body.

Although the main body of the mad beast is still in the blood sea hell within his sea of ​​consciousness, this shadow of the god of war can also be regarded as "its" child, with about 30% of the combat level of the mad beast Mo Yu that night.

It also comes with all the skills he had installed at the time.
Taiyi Combat Technique: Sword Flash!

The remaining soul pierced by the spear tried to gather again. Just as the black smoke condensed into a human figure, a red light flashed in the eyes of the God of War. The spear tip was as fast as lightning, accurately piercing the core of the remaining soul, and the true qi structure was instantly shattered.

The remnant soul completely transformed into a ball of Yin Qi, which flowed into the body of the God of War along the spear and was swallowed and absorbed by him. The God of War's broken armor became more solid.

Wang Ai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he made hand gestures more quickly, trying to use the secret method of restraining spirits and sending generals to forcibly pull the God of War and take him for himself.

But as soon as he exerted his strength, the God of War did not move at all. Instead, he turned his head to look at him, his eyes as red as blood, and murderous intent surged like a tide.

The "Capture the Spirits and Dispatch the Generals" technique failed, Wang Ai's heart trembled, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

This was the first time in decades that he had encountered an unshakable elf!

Instead, Mo Yu chuckled, flipped his right palm, and true energy surged out like a tide, and he took control of the dozen or so residual spirits in the room.

"How is this possible?!" Wang Ai growled in disbelief.

"How could I possibly control spirits and send out generals? How could my elves be so much stronger than the elves you have worked so hard to cultivate?" Mo Yu continued to mock him.

Killing is too easy for him, but he not only wants to kill people, he also wants to destroy their hearts!

With a wave of his hand, the God of War understood what he meant. He grabbed a residual soul and bit it hard. The residual soul was torn into pieces and swallowed. The black energy turned into nutrients, and his body became more solid and his momentum became stronger.

Wang Ai's cloudy old eyes glared, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and his voice trembled: "Fuling Ling Fa, how did you know it? Feng Tianyang still has a trick up his sleeve!"

"So a fool is a fool. Do you really think the method of subduing spirits is some secret method?"

Mo Yu sneered, his venomous tongue piercing Wang Ai's heart like a knife. "You dare to believe everything your enemy says, you're stupid. You dare to practice the skills your enemy gave you without even understanding them, you're even more stupid. You foolishly regard it as the foundation of your family, the most stupid of stupidities."

I don't know how someone as stupid as you could become the head of the family. The Wang family is only able to survive until now because of luck!"

Wang Ai was hit in the sore spot. His slightly plump body trembled, his eyes were red, and veins on his forehead bulged: "You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

Mo Yu's venomous tongue never faltered, and he chuckled, "You're angry, so you're planning to use the Wang family's technique, 'Divine Painting'. How foolish!"

"This is not a good opportunity. I have been standing at the door. Even if your study itself is a painting, I can retreat the moment you unfold it with your true Qi." Mo Yu shook his head, his tone joking, as if he had already expected everything.

Wang Ai broke out in a cold sweat, his hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking, and he was horrified: How could he know?

"How would I know? Haha, why do you think that I would not provide any relevant intelligence if I wanted to deal with you?"

Mo Yu shook his head and laughed, "Feng Zhenghao had already thoroughly investigated your Wang family's methods after the Luotian Grand Ceremony. Even if it weren't for me, you would have died at the hands of my old father-in-law sooner or later."

"I'll give you credit for being able to endure my torture of your precious grandson. But once you realized you were no longer in control of the situation, you immediately lost your composure and began to panic. You couldn't help but use your trump card."

Mo Yu's eyes were indifferent, and the smile on his lips became even more intense. "I can only say that not only your wisdom, but also your character is not up to standard."

"Come on, good dog, do it. I'll let you use your methods. Let me see what kind of stupid behavior you can do."

Wang Ai's mentality was completely destroyed by Mo Yu's venomous ridicule. Rage and despair were intertwined. He gritted his teeth and hesitated for a moment, but in the end he could only clap his hands.

"Shen Tu!"

In an instant, strange patterns appeared on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the entire study, like flowing ink, forming a huge painting.

The sandalwood tables and chairs were engulfed by the painting, turning into distorted ink. Dozens of precious calligraphy and paintings on the wall were twisted and deformed, and the bluestone floor was rippling like water, creating layers of ripples.

The painting world was like a living thing, with a huge mouth that sucked the three people in the room into it.

Everything around it twisted and collapsed into a two-dimensional plane. The study was no longer a real space, but a strange world dominated by painting.

Mo Yu stood where he was, his black Taoist robe swaying slightly in the wind. He actually allowed himself to be swallowed by the painting world without putting up the slightest resistance.

"So this is the 'Shen Tu'." Mo Yu whispered, looking at this two-dimensional world with curiosity.

Although he had already used the Taiyi combat method to analyze Wang Ai's true energy when he was talking nonsense, and deduced some of the mysteries of Shentu, when he was actually in it, he was still amazed:
"With such a method, you didn't study it carefully, and instead wasted your time trying to get more and faster. I really feel sorry for your ancestors."

His voice was playful and cold, like a knife piercing Wang Ai's heart.

Wang Ai already knew how poisonous Mo Yu's mouth was, and he also understood that speaking again would only bring more humiliation, so he simply put on a gloomy face and pretended that Mo Yu was just barking like a dog, and quickly stepped forward to save his precious grandson.

Wang Bing fell to the ground, his left leg was torn off, the ground was stained with blood, his consciousness was blurred, his handsome face was covered in blood, and his eyes were as dull as a dead fish.

"Grandpa..." When he heard Wang Ai's voice, a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes and he sobbed softly.

"Be good, it's okay, don't be afraid." Wang Ai comforted in a trembling voice, reaching out to hold Wang Bing's hand. His fingertips turned white from the force, and his face was wrinkled and trembling.

Suddenly, a low roar of fighting spirit came from behind him. The God of War waved the illusory spear, and the black and gold energy swept like a storm, piercing Wang Ai's back.

But the sharp spear tip and the arm of the god of war actually passed through Wang Ai's body, as if the two were not in the same time and space.

Wang Ai didn't even look back, his eyes only on Wang Bing. The two-dimensional nature of the painting world made him temporarily invincible and full of confidence.

"Tsk tsk, what a touching love between grandfather and grandson. I suddenly think of my grandparents." Mo Yu walked slowly behind Wang Bing, his black Taoist robe swaying in the wind, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Wang Ai was confident in his family's inheritance, the meticulous planning and overwhelming strength that Mo Yu had previously demonstrated had left a deep shadow in his heart.

He felt a faint sense of unease and whispered to himself, "No, it's impossible. He has just been separated into another layer (page)."

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly woke up. Something was wrong!

This thought only flashed through his mind, and he didn't say it out loud! "Haha, don't be so surprised. Your thoughts are basically written on your face. It's not that hard to guess." Mo Yu chuckled, his eyes indifferent, and his hand slowly rested on Wang Bing's shoulder.

Wang Ai's pupils suddenly shrank, his heart beat like a drum, and his face was covered in cold sweat.

He tried to separate the layers and pull Wang Bing into a deeper level of protection, but before he could move, he saw Mo Yu's right palm flowing with reverse Qi, and the translucent hand passed through Wang Bing's body as if it were invisible and intangible.

Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, his heart pounding. Although he hadn't moved, he was already breathing heavily and looked exhausted.

"Oh my, it went through." Mo Yu read in an exaggerated and playful tone, as if teasing a helpless old dog.

Before Wang Ai could finally let go of his worries, Mo Yu's expression suddenly calmed down and he said indifferently, "I lied to you." (No mercy)
The next moment, Mo Yu exerted force with his right palm, as if transcending time and space.

Wang Bing's left arm was torn off alive. The sound of flesh being torn was ear-piercing, and the sound of flesh and bones being separated was mixed with the gushing of blood. The hot blood splattered on Wang Ai's face, hot and smelly.

"Ah--!" Wang Bing let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body twitched violently, and the severe pain made him roll on the ground.

Wang Ai stood there in a daze, hot blood flowing down his cheeks, his eyes red, and tears mixed with blood flowing down.

"The changes in the Zhoutian will make me a king! How about the Eight Wonders - Fenghou Qimen? Does it meet your fantasy?" Mo Yu said with a smile.

With this slightly crazy smile, Wang Ai's heart finally died.

He already understood that the two-dimensional characteristics of Shen Tu were useless in front of Mo Yu. Qimen Bureau had already analyzed its rules, and its meticulous control left him nowhere to escape.

"Also, let me tell you another secret. 'Conscripting Spirits and Dispatching Generals' can actually conscript the spirits of living people!" Before Mo Yu finished speaking, his right palm struck Wang Bing's back like thunder.

"puff--!"

Blood splattered, Wang Bing's chest was pierced by a palm, his heart was held in Mo Yu's hand, and blood dripped down his wrist.

He wasn't dead yet. The severe pain stimulated his brain, his eyes were blurry, and a low "gurgling" sound came from his throat. He murmured, "Save me... Grandpa... Save me..."

Mo Yu held Wang Bing's beating heart, his smile widening as he whispered:

"Humans have a limit to their tolerance for pain. Once it exceeds the threshold, they become numb. But hope is a terrifying thing." He paused, glanced at Wang Ai, and said jokingly, "Give hope to those in despair, and then kick them deeper into the abyss, and the pain will skyrocket. It's amazing, right?"

Wang Ai's eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he said in a trembling voice: "You beast..."

But before he could finish his words, Mo Yu slowly pulled away the hand that was holding Wang Bing's heart. Not only the heart, but also an illusory soul was shaken.

Even the souls of ordinary people are protected by their primordial spirits. It is impossible to extract them simply by detaining their spirits and sending their generals away, except for one possibility - when they are about to die!
Wang Bing's soul was forcibly extracted, and most of the transparent and twisted soul was still connected to his body, and the painful stimulation continued.

The double torture of the separation of soul and body made him wail heartbreakingly: "Kill me! Mo Yu, please kill me! Grandpa, it hurts. It hurts so much. Grandpa, save me!"

What you want cannot be obtained, enemies and those you hate meet you, love is hard to leave, the five elements are burning fiercely!

It is precisely because of hope that these four kinds of suffering arise.

Mo Yu has dabbled in the knowledge of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and is well versed in the way of self-cultivation. He knows how to transform "greed, anger and ignorance" into "precepts, concentration and wisdom" through "cutting off, giving up and leaving".

But on the other hand, he also knows how to reverse the Eight Sufferings and make people sink into them.

The doctor who is best at saving lives must be the poisoner who is best at killing people!

Wang Ai was trembling, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms and bleeding, his eyes were red, and his face was covered with cold sweat and tears.

He watched his grandson being tortured in front of him, his heart ached, but he was powerless to do anything.

Mo Yu smiled without saying anything, but slowly peeled off Wang Bing's soul, making him feel miserable.

Wang Bing's wails became more and more miserable. The double stimulation of his body and soul made him unable to die.

"Grandpa... please kill me, please kill me..."

Wang Bing's soul was twisted, his voice was hoarse and desperate, his eyes were dull, and tears mixed with blood flowed down.

Wang Ai trembled, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms and bleeding. His eyes were red, and his face was covered with cold sweat and tears. He watched his grandson suffer in front of him, his heart aching, but he was powerless to do anything.

Mo Yu glanced at him and said jokingly, "Old dog, your precious grandson is begging you to kill him. Every second you hesitate is the greatest torture for him!"

"You seem ruthless, but in reality you're nothing more than a beast. Once the decision falls upon you, I don't see any decisiveness in you!"

Mo Yu sneered, his voice like a knife piercing Wang Ai's heart, "Go ahead, kill your precious grandson and give him freedom. What are you waiting for, you old dog?!"

"Bing'er..." Wang Ai's body shook violently, tears rolled down his face, his eyes were red, and his face was full of pain and struggle.

His hands trembled, and his Qi condensed into a black light, piercing towards Wang Bing's body.

"Puff!" A black light pierced through Wang Bing's chest, and his body completely lost all life, his heart stopping. His left arm was broken, his left leg was torn apart, his chest was pierced, and his body fell to the ground in a bloody mess. His handsome face was no longer recognizable as human.

But at this moment, the soul was no longer protected by the body, and was completely separated from it by Mo Yu using the Soul Binding and General Sent Out technique.

If you look at it from an observer's perspective, one of them is killing people, while the other is stripping souls away. Their coordination is perfect!
"Hahahaha, you old dog are so brainless that you actually killed someone!"

Mo Yu waved the soul in his hand, his laughter wild and piercing. "You also know how to summon spirits and dispatch generals, but why don't you know that you should first cut off my soul extraction from Wang Bing and then kill him? Wouldn't that be like personally handing your precious grandson's soul to me?"

Wang Bing's soul was not like the remnant spirit, which was emitting dark yin energy all over its body. Its whole soul was dull and lifeless.

His spirit was clear and pure. Whether it was the agility in his eyes or the terrified expression on his face, everything was different from that of a normal residual spirit.

"Bing'er...my Bing'er..."

Wang Ai stood there in a daze, staring at his grandson's soul, his eyes lifeless and tears streaming. His voice trembled with endless sorrow, the former majesty of the Ten Lords gone.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of clear and pure soul is the first time for me."

Mo Yu chuckled softly, his eyes swept towards Wang Ai, his tone playful yet cold, "Old dog, do you know? Ordinary spirits are formed when a person's soul enters reincarnation after death, and the spirit remains in the body."

"But your grandson's spirit is different. Before he died, I separated him with the Soul Binding and Dispatching Technique. And in this painting world, I've locked the Qi with the Fenghou Qimen. He's like a Quanzhen Yang Shen. As long as he's given a body, there's a chance he could be resurrected."

Wang Ai's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with light, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his despair. He trembled and said, "Mo Yu! What do you want? I'll give it to you! I'll give you everything in the Wang family, and I only ask you to let Bing'er go and bring him back to life!"

His voice was hoarse, his face was covered with tears and cold sweat, his knees softened and he almost fell to his knees. His former dignity and pride vanished in front of his grandson's soul.

Mo Yu's eyes were indifferent, but the smile on his lips became even more intense. He jokingly said, "Oh? Resurrection? Good idea."

But he casually threw Wang Bing's soul behind him, and the tall figure of the God of War emerged, and with a "wow", he swallowed Wang Bing's soul in one gulp.

The soul was torn apart in the mouth of the God of War, and the clear and pure soul body shattered in an instant, the fragments flew everywhere, and turned into wisps of illusory light and dissipated in the painting world.

Wang Bing's terrified expression froze at the last moment, his bright eyes completely dimmed, and he was completely annihilated with a faint "Grandpa..."

Give you hope in despair, and then "pop" it's gone!
Mo Yu had come here for torture and revenge from the very beginning. Terror and intimidation were merely incidental. How could he possibly negotiate any terms with Wang Ai? He simply wanted to inflict more pain on him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Wang Ai's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his grandson's soul being devoured. His heart was torn and he went completely crazy.

"Mo Yu! You beast! I'm going to fight you!"

Rage and despair intertwined, two fingers outlined, and countless painting ideas appeared within the painting world.

(End of this chapter)