Chapter 8: The Demarcation between Immortals and Mortals; A Thousand Troops Annihilated!

  "Still want to hide!" Jing An Wang's face revealed a cruel aura, and seeing Mo Bei still in mid-air, he sneered with a ruthless smile: "Accept your death, Ming Huo Fu——"

  "What?!"

  But immediately afterwards, King Jing'an's face changed suddenly, and a cry of surprise escaped his lips.

  As he gazed out, the void rolled over Mo Bei, and in the instant he landed, his sword tip rapidly tapped the ground, its body bent by the pressure, and then bounced back tens of feet away, rushing straight towards him!

  The speed was so fast that even King Jeong-an couldn't react in time.

  "Earth-shattering!"

  A loud and stern shout shook the sky!

  "It's bad!" King Jing'an's face turned pale, and he hastily waved his hand to urge the talisman paper!

  A dazzling sword shadow flashed across the sky, as if it had condensed all of Mo Bei's power!

  In the last moment of King Jing'an's final move, a swift and fierce attack came like lightning, striking fiercely on the light screen!

  This sword is different from all previous sword techniques, transforming into a beam of sword light that shoots out through the air and pierces the sky!

  "Pffft!"

  The sword was a full three feet long, its blade already dull to the extreme, and the intense flashing light screen, under the last sword, revealed dense cracks, bursting open in an instant, and then dispersing.

  The sword passes through horizontally and enters, passing through the body and exiting!

  "You, you..." King Jing'an's eyes were about to split open, his gaze filled with shock and incredulity. His mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but thick blood kept flowing out of his nose and mouth.

  "The fourth person, this vendetta is avenged." Mo Bei no longer gave him a chance to speak, and drew his sword.

  Blood splattered all over the sky!

  Blood splattered nine feet high, like raindrops, splashing onto Mo Bei's face on the already dry bloodstain.

  The vitality in the eyes of King Jing'an, with the splashing of blood, the rapid flow, his body slowly softened to the ground, his throat twitching, flowing with fresh blood: "This, how is it possible!"

  "Hmph, this is what you deserve..." Mo Bei had just opened his mouth when suddenly—

  A dizziness suddenly arose in his mind, and the next moment Mo Bei's body lost its feeling, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground, but he did not faint. Instead, in the darkness, he heard King Jing An let out a mournful wail, like the sound of a pig being slaughtered, the voice was extremely miserable.

  He only heard the sound, but did not see a wisp of illusory residual soul occupying his body, rushing out like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, pouncing on King Jing'an, ferociously tearing and scratching.

  The heavily injured King Jeong-an, covered in blood from the scratches and bites all over his body, with flesh torn apart, gradually lost consciousness and slowly lost his vital signs.

  It wasn't until about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea that Mo Bei gradually felt his body could move again.

  He stood up and opened his eyes, subconsciously looking towards King Jing'an.

  Nowhere in front of me can I see even a hint of the tranquil and peaceful king, some are left with only a mess of flesh, blood splattered everywhere, it's a gruesome sight, already unable to distinguish human form.

  Mo Bei's eyes wandered around, and she slightly froze for a moment before subconsciously murmuring "uh-huh".

  Above his head, a faint blue illusory figure floated up and down, and to his surprise, it looked exactly like himself.

  "Could it be that this person was the original owner of this body?" Mo Bei thought subconsciously, and looked at the now-mangled King Jing'an again, a look of sudden realization in his eyes.

  The human soul floating in the void stood in the void, smiled at Mo Bei, slowly bowed his head and solemnly saluted Mo Bei.

  It slowly floated up and rose into the air, gradually drifting towards the sky.

  In that instant, a brilliant light flashed across Mo Bei's body. Dazed, the latter only felt that his soul seemed to have fully merged with this flesh at this moment.

  Mo Bei clenched his fists tightly, and the feeling of being in control made a hint of surprise flash through his eyes: "It seems that this body now completely belongs to me!"

  Mo Bei gathered his thoughts, gazing at the soul in the void. He let out a long sigh, his lips moving as obscure characters floated out of his mouth. His voice was thick and drawn-out:

  "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Birth will eventually lead to death, spirit will eventually be extinguished. All things will eventually perish. In the grand scheme, it's just a handful of yellow dirt and a scoop of green ash! A hundred years of human life is like a fleeting dream. Is there anything that can last forever? The end of the world is near, the sound of fear is audible, but time is just a brief moment..."

  "This is the mantra of reincarnation on earth, ending this life and crossing over to the next world." Mo Bei's eyebrows were tinged with a hint of holiness, his expression extremely solemn.

  Suddenly——

  Mo Bei's eyes widened in shock, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

  Suddenly, the clouds and fog in the sky surged and slowly dispersed. An old man with a white eyebrow appeared, stepping on auspicious clouds, as if he had stepped out of thin air from among the clouds, his footsteps seemingly unhurried.

  From the ninth heaven to the ground, a distance of thousands of feet was traversed in an instant under this slow and leisurely pace.

  Mo Beida was shocked, and his eyes were filled with excitement. He shouted excitedly, clenching his fists: "Immortal? Immortal? IMMORTAL!!!"

  The sound is almost a wail!

  Mo Bei's face was flushed with excitement, his fingers trembling: "The immortal appears, achieves the Great Way, and represents longevity. In this life, if I set foot on the immortal path, can't I also achieve longevity?"

  "I exhausted all efforts in my previous life, only to end up with nothing. I never thought that in this life, the opportunity would finally arise, and I must strive for eternal life!"

  Mo Bei immediately let out a few deep breaths, quickly recovering his calm demeanor, and bowed deeply, saying

  "Junior has met an immortal!"

  The old man above the void raised his white eyebrows slightly, and his cold gaze fell on Mo Bei. He said slowly, "You saw me, why are you so excited?"

  Mo Bei said: "Immortals are just long-lived, junior saw the immortal, long life has a way, where can not be excited. Taught the immortal a joke."

  But then the old man with white eyebrows heard this and let out a scornful laugh, saying coldly: "Immortals? What immortals are there in this world that never die, what eternal life is there?"

  I am a cultivator!

  "Hey......"

  At this point, the old man with white eyebrows suddenly burst out a shocking light in his deep eyes, and laughed coldly: "Demon cultivator, using humans to refine demons! Killing countless people, floating corpses of millions!"

  The words had just fallen.

  A torrent of icy coldness burst forth from him, like the collapse of Mount Tai. Endless black magic intent transformed into a thick black fog, wave after wave, like a terrifying tsunami, ferocious and violent beyond compare!

  At this moment, Mo Bei felt as if he was a small boat in the midst of raging waves, about to be engulfed by the ferocious and violent demonic energy at any time.

  That cold and eerie aura made Mo Bei's soul tremble, rendering him instantly stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open and unable to utter a word.

  The old man's eyes wandered, seemingly lost in thought, and he said slowly: "Your reincarnation curse isn't bad, give yourself another chance to transcend. Because, you're going to die soon."

  At this point, the white-browed old man turned his head and cast his gaze outside the Mo family residence.

  His voice had just fallen——

  "Kill!!"

  "Not a single one left!!"

  "Hurry up and save Master Wang, don't let that little scoundrel get away!"

  Distant shouts of killing came from afar, getting closer. Urgent and chaotic footsteps sounded incessantly in the ears.

  Mo Bei furrowed his brow and jumped onto a large boulder outside the Mo residence, gazing out into the distance.

  A dense, dark armor, a fully armed warrior army, converged into a fierce black human tide, surging forward, and in no time, the entire Mo family mansion was surrounded, with no way to escape.

  This black tide of people is countless, at first glance there are hundreds and thousands of people, evil spirits, but as soon as a command is given, they will trample the entire Mo family to pieces!

  Nowhere to hide!

  Mo Bei's eyes flickered, his expression changing constantly, and a bright light flashed through his mind.

  He suddenly had an idea, and with a thud, he knelt down on both knees, his expression solemn as he said: "Senior, save me! I want to ask the venerable Daoist master to accept me as a disciple and let me cultivate the immortal way!"

  The old man with white eyebrows did not speak, staring at Mo Bei for half a moment, the light in his eyes bursting and flashing, his gaze suddenly sharp. Like two sharp knives, making people dare not look straight.

  In the instant when their eyes met, Mo Bei felt that his internal organs were all seen through, and those sharp and profound eyes pierced his soul, as if everything about him was exposed in front of him, leaving no secrets to speak of.

  Under the piercing gaze, a wave of dizziness spread from the depths of his mind, Mo Bei's eyes turned black, and he was on the verge of fainting.

  "Oh no!" Mo Bei's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed between his eyebrows, his teeth biting down on the tip of his tongue.

  A sharp, electric-like pain coursed through his entire body. A thick, bloody smell suddenly filled his mouth and tongue. This intense stimulation pulled Mo Bei back from the brink of fainting, clearing his mind considerably.

  "Huh?"

  That white-browed old man looked at Mo Bei twice, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

  "This child's mind is firm and resolute, it's actually stronger than ordinary people by a lot."

  The white-browed old man said coldly: "It's not that easy to take a disciple of the ancient way. However, since you have an astonishing understanding, I can try you out!"

  "But..." The white-browed old man's words took a sudden turn, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew more pronounced, and his eyes gleamed with a hint of cruelty, his icy gaze flashing repeatedly.

  "Kid, if you can't pass the trial, heh heh, one of my demonic servants is missing a person!"

  Mo Beida was overjoyed and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He was just about to knock his head to thank him.

  But then the white-browed old man's body suddenly floated up several feet, opened his mouth, and a wisp of black airflow was lightly spat out.

  In an instant!

  The black flowing shadow expanded and opened up, in a short breath, it had already covered the sky and obscured the sun, and the vault of heaven had darkened.

  A thick black fog, covering the sky and earth, enveloped the hundreds of troops outside the Mo family's residence.

  "What's this?!" A murmur ran through the army, their eyes wide with fear as they stared at the dark fog that was spreading and enveloping them, their hearts racing with terror.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, the soldiers shrouded in black fog let out a mournful cry in the midst of the dense black fog.

  That mournful cry lasted for just a brief moment, and then suddenly stopped.

  Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and stared into the black fog. In an instant, his eyes revealed boundless astonishment and shock!

  The soldier shrouded in the black fog, who was shouting loudly just a moment before, was corroded by the black fog in the next moment, and his flesh and blood disappeared, turning into white bones, with no corpse left!

  All the soldiers were frightened out of their wits. The crowd that had just been like a copper wall and an iron fortress suddenly dispersed in an instant. They abandoned their helmets and armor, pushing and shoving each other as they fled in all directions, shouting loudly.

  The black fog spread at an incredible speed, and before these soldiers could run out of a hundred or so feet, the black fog had caught up with them, completely engulfing all the hundreds of soldiers present!

  Screams of terror, wails of despair, and then silence!

  "He sucked in..." The white-browed old man took a deep breath, and the black mist that filled the sky immediately condensed into a strand of black hemp, re-entering the white-browed old man's mouth.

  The black fog dispersed.

  Bleached bones cover the fields!

  Hundreds of soldiers were left with no one alive, only a forest of white bones and helmets that still had residual warmth.

  Mo Bei's eyes flickered as he gazed at the dense white bones, his expression constantly changing, a chill spreading from his heart to his entire body.

  He finally understood the horror of the immortal cultivator, and with a wave of his hand, nearly a thousand people turned into rows of white bones!

  Xian Fan has different thousands of troops mourning!

  Ordinary people are like ants or weeds in front of a cultivator, completely powerless to fight back!