Although the abilities mastered by ancient martial art practitioners were not as miraculous as those of an immortal cultivator, their bodies were far stronger. Unless the immortal cultivators practiced special body enhancement formulas, they could not compare with ancient martial art practitioners.
The power of Mo Wen's palm strike was immense. Chu Yuan was severely injured by it, his body almost destroyed.
However, although the flesh of immortal cultivators was not strong, their healing ability and survivability were better than ancient martial art practitioners. A black mist was released from Chu Yuan's body. It instantly enveloped an area of a hundred meters.
Mo Wen was astonished to discover that he could not pinpoint Chu Yuan's exact location for a moment. The black mist had blocked his sensory ability. If Mo Wen was able to confirm Chu Yuan's position, he probably would have moved on by the time Mo Wen got there.
This type of black mist could easily impede an enemy's chase. Mo Wen would not be able to track him down immediately.
In the black mist, a red light flashed. Chu Yuan took the opportunity to use a Healing Light and his injuries were instantly healed.
Mo Wen coldly snorted. He had expected the abilities of an immortal cultivator to be remarkable. However, it was not too much of an issue. Since Chu Yuan could impede his chase, Mo Wen not chase him and would instead use a different approach.
A purple light flashed and the Cries of Hades Bell appeared in his hand.
With a soft ring, the Cries of Hades Bell shone brightly, releasing a beam of brilliant light.
No matter how incredible the black mist was, it could not impede the attack of the Cries of Hades Bell. A formless wave crashed into the black mist.
Chu Yuan, who had just recovered from his injuries and was hiding in the black mist, began to tremble. He was still in a daze and was on the verge of collapse.
Chu Yuan's soul power was very strong. Mo Wen's earlier use of the Cries of Hades Bell would only have been able to affect him for an instant. Now, however, Mo Wen's cultivation had broken through to the later stage of the Golden Elixir Realm. His soul power had therefore grown stronger and now it greatly surpassed Chu Yuan's.
Affected by the soul attack, the black mist surrounding Chu Yuan became turbulent, and then almost fully dissipated.
Mo Wen's eyes flashed with golden light. He locked straight onto Chu Yuan's position. With a flash of his silhouette, Mo Wen pounced towards him.
A malicious light flashed in Chu Yuan's eyes. Many ghost shadows suddenly appeared around him. The ghosts howled and dark lights shimmered in their eyes. Immediately, the attack of the Cries of Hades Bell was weakened.
After all, Chu Yuan was an immortal cultivator. Moreover, he was a Ghost Immortal Cultivator. He had a high defense against soul attacks.
If an ancient martial art practitioner of the same realm took a hit from Mo Wen's Cries of Hades Bell, he would be dazed for at least the time it took for two breathes. However, Chu Yuan recovered from Mo Wen's attack in less time than it took to draw one breath.
That was enough time for Mo Wen. Half a breath would have been sufficient for him to find Chu Yuan.
A flaming, golden light descended and a golden silhouette appeared right in front of Chu Yuan.
Mo Wen sent out a punch and once again sent Chu Yuan flying.
Chu Yuan cried out in agony. This time, he had suffered even worse injuries. Mo Wen's punch had almost crippled him.
"Ghost Soul Curse!" Chu Yuan glared ferociously at Mo Wen. The pain was so agonizing that he was initially unable to treat his wounds. Instead, he let out a long, strident howl. His black robes shook continuously. A crimson light appeared on his abdomen. His facial expression was distorted by the excruciating pain and his whole body trembled.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. He could sense a bizarre evil Qi emanating from Chu Yuan's body. The aura was malevolent and strange.
A mournful scream suddenly sounded. The sound seemed to be able to affect the soul. If Mo Wen's soul power was not extremely strong, he most likely would have been affected by the power of the scream.
A crimson light shone out from Chu Yuan's body. The next moment, a crimson claw protruded from deep within his abdomen, seemingly tearing apart his body. Blood flew everywhere.
Chu Yuan screamed in pain. His face was all contorted.
Mo Wen's expression changed slightly. Chu Yuan was obviously unleashing a frightening secret technique. Mo Wen extended his hand and pointed. A beam of golden light flashed. The Nine Yang Finger flew out, heading straight for Chu Yuan.
However, the crimson claw extended further and was able to crush the golden light of the Nine Yang Finger without any resistance.
"A Blood Ghost." Mo Wen narrowed his gaze and looked at the hand protruding from Chu Yuan's body with a serious expression. He finally realized what it was.
The Blood Ghost Secret Technique was a type of secret technique among Ghost Immortal Cultivators that was very evil and also dangerous.
The people who practiced the Blood Ghost Secret Technique hosted a special Blood Ghost in their bodies. They cultivated it by letting it consume their own energy and blood, constantly growing more powerful as their own cultivation increased.
The Blood Ghost was a special type of wraith. It was coalesced by the wrath of the world. Once it was cultivated, its might was astonishing.
A Ghost Immortal Cultivator could control a Blood Ghost to kill their enemies. At the same time, they could unleash a secret technique through the Blood Ghost called the Ghost Soul Curse.
Different Blood Ghosts mastered different Ghost Soul Curses. The more powerful the Blood Ghost, the more terrifying the Ghost Soul Curse.
Mo Wen had not expected that Chu Yuan would actually raise a Blood Ghost in his body. Even in the Immortal Cultivation World, Ghost Immortal Cultivators rarely practiced the Blood Ghost Secret Technique. Cultivating a Blood Ghost was too dangerous. The Blood Ghost was unruly and was the embodiment of wrath. It was a double-edged sword. A slight moment of carelessness, and a person could be overwhelmed by it, unable to recover. After all, when raising such a creature in one's body, it could consume the host at any moment.
A crimson shadow completely emerged from Chu Yuan's body. The crimson shadow was blurry and not very clear. Even its body was not solid, let alone its features. It seemed that it could dissipate at any moment.
The crimson shadow emanated an aura of unparalleled evil. It would cause people to feel their hearts chill uncontrollably.
Even the Wyvern Beast King looked at the Blood Ghost with a slightly serious expression. This type of evil thing was not easy to deal with and was rather troublesome.
Chu Yuan coughed up three mouthfuls of Blood Essence. His Blood Essence fused into with the body of the Blood Ghost. Immediately, the Blood Ghost shone with crimson light. A pair of ink green eyes stared evilly at Mo Wen.
After releasing the Blood Ghost, Chu Yuan's entire person seemed to be drained of his strength, falling to the ground powerlessly. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. All his energy seemed to have been completely drained in an instant.
Even the Recovery Light could not treat such a draining of energy. The Recovery Light could only recover Inner Qi, and could not recover energy and vitality.
"Haha. Mo Wen, die! Did you think that you were a match for me, just because your cultivation was a bit higher than mine? You are but an ordinary mortal and you dare try to fight me?"
Chu Yuan began to laugh hideously. Although right now he made for a pathetic figure, he was also delighted. The gaze he gave Mo Wen was full of hatred. He clearly wished to kill Mo Wen immediately and vent the hatred in his heart.
The Cries of Hades Bell released a beam of purple light. A formless glow directly moved towards Chu Yuan. Mo Wen did not attack the Blood Ghost at all because he knew that this bizarre thing was not easy to deal with. Right now, Chu Yuan was at his weakest. If Mo Wen took this opportunity to kill him, the Blood Ghost would also be destroyed.
However, what surprised Mo Wen was that the Blood Ghost flashed with crimson light and shielded Chu Yuan. The formless wave expanded, and after colliding with the Blood Ghost, was reflected back at Mo Wen. It seemed to not be able to harm the Blood Ghost, and even more so Chu Yuan who was behind it.
"What is this?"
Mo Wen's face tensed up. He had only heard of the Blood Ghost: he had never seen one. His understanding of such a thing was limited to a single phrase: evil.
"Mo Wen, I have summoned a Blood Ghost. Did you think you still had a chance? Die." Chu Yuan laughed hideously. His Blood Ghost was incomplete, but even so, it was not something an ordinary mortal like Mo Wen could withstand.
If it wasn't for the fact that the cost of unleashing the Blood Ghost was too great, and that he could not easily use it, he would have long killed Mo Wen.
Mo Wen felt a slight headache. Against such a thing as the Blood Ghost, even he did not know where to start. As expected of an immortal cultivator, they always had methods beyond imagination.
The Blood Ghost emitted a mournful scream, seemingly in terrifying pain. With ghostly wails and howls, it was like a living hell yet its eyes were calm beyond compare. It was as though the screams were unrelated to it at all. It was rather peculiar.
"Crimson Shadow, Soul Consume."
Chu Yuan struggled to utter this formula as he tried to use his will to control the Blood Ghost. The next moment, a crimson light shone from the Blood Ghost's forehead. A third crimson eye bizarrely appeared. The vertical eye shot out a beam of light, shining it towards Mo Wen.
Mo Wen prepared to evade the beam, but he strangely discovered that he could not dodge it at all. In an instant, the world seemed to be covered in crimson pupils. No matter where he hid, he was in their line of sight of them.
Chu Yuan coughed up another mouthful of blood. His face was even paler and his smile was even more hideous.
The light in Mo Wen's eyes dimmed. He felt his body grow heavier, and his soul felt blurry. He seemed like a fatigued person who was about to close his eyes. He was shocked that, even with his soul cultivation, he could not block the Blood Ghost's soul hypnosis.
Suddenly, a crimson shadow appeared in Mo Wen's declarative memory without. He immediately detected a foreign being invading his mind but discovered that he could not stop it at all.
If he let the Blood Ghost wander unhindered in his declarative memory, his soul would very likely be consumed by it. Once his soul was consumed, Mo Wen would be completely dead. He even doubted whether the Tower Spirit could resurrect him if he died in such a fashion.
In his white, blurry declarative memory, a light flashed and a silhouette formed by Mo Wen's soul appeared. It stood against the crimson shadow.
If he could not force the crimson shadow out of his declarative memory or find a way to destroy it, Mo Wen would very likely die at the hands of the Blood Ghost.
With a foreign object invading his declarative memory, the Primordial Soul Pearl that was hiding there should have automatically appeared. However, it yet to do so. Mo Wen did not know why the Primordial Soul Pearl had not appeared, but it was certainly not a problem with the Primordial Soul Pearl, because it had worked perfectly on the last two occasions. Why had it not appeared this time?
Could it be that the Tower Spirit had discovered the existence of the Primordial Soul Pearl and, not wanting to allow such an item to destroy the balance, had secretly sealed the Primordial Soul Pearl away?