hsntnovel Chapter 659 Your lightning... is too feminine!
Chapter 659 Your lightning... is too feminine!
Meng Dehai was struck dumb, his mind went blank, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
How could one withstand a sudden and unexpected lightning strike without sustaining any harm?
His breathing wasn't even slightly disordered?
How can this be? !
Even a ghost immortal who specializes in cultivating the soul wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!
His physical body is as strong as a martial arts master, and his spirit is as resilient as a true cultivator who has attained enlightenment...
This completely defies common sense!
Because, to achieve such success in any field, even a peerless genius would need to spend decades of hard work.
You should know that being distracted is a major taboo in cultivation!
How could this person, who looks so young, have reached such a terrifying level on these two completely different paths at the same time?
Who is he?
From which reclusive ancient force did it originate?
Unlike Meng Dehai's intense surprise, Tian Jue's eyes lit up.
His guess was correct!
The person before me must be related to Lin Qing!
Just as Meng Dehai was in shock and his thoughts were in turmoil, Lin Mo suddenly moved.
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.
In the palm of his hand, a point of lightning, bright to the extreme, suddenly lit up and crackled!
The lightning was not as eerie and pale as the Yin Wind Sha Talisman summoned by Meng Dehai, but rather a pure and brilliant white, extremely yang and strong!
A destructive and powerful aura instantly spread out, completely eradicating the remaining Yin energy in the surrounding area!
"Your thunder is too feminine."
Lin Mo looked at him, her eyes icy cold. "Try mine."
Round Spirit Palm Thunder!
Moreover, it is a palm lightning of extremely high quality, extremely yang and extremely strong!
Although it shares the same origin as the thunder magic of his Xuan Yin School, which emphasizes the Yin and evil attributes, it has taken a completely different path.
More pure, more domineering!
"Impossible! How could you know the secret of my Yinshan lineage that has never been passed down?! Who exactly are you...?"
Meng Dehai gasped in shock.
Lin Mo didn't give him a chance to finish asking his questions.
"Noisy."
The blazing lightning in his palm suddenly erupted.
It transformed into a blinding white lightning bolt, tearing through the air.
With its majestic power to purify everything, it struck Meng Dehai squarely in the face!
Too fast!
Its power is too overwhelming!
Faced with the overwhelming onslaught, Meng Dehai's eyes widened, and his previous calm demeanor vanished.
In a moment of haste, he activated all his protective talismans.
Seven or eight layers of light shields of different colors lit up in front of him, and at the same time, his figure retreated rapidly.
boom! ! !
The white lightning shattered the light shields one after another with overwhelming force.
Like a red-hot iron cutting into butter, it moved almost without pause.
The remaining lightning force slammed into Meng Dehai's crossed arms as he tried to block.
"puff--!"
Meng Dehai coughed up blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
It slammed heavily against the hard concrete wall behind it, embedding itself in a human-shaped dent.
His arms were charred black, his clothes were torn, and his face was devoid of any composure, only showing extreme pain and unbelievable fear.
He struggled to lift his head, looking at the young figure bathed in the dim light after the lightning dissipated, and hissed, "You... what exactly... what is your relationship with Ao En?!"
Lin Mo walked towards him step by step, his footsteps clearly audible in the deathly silent hall, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.
Instead of answering Meng Dehai's question, he asked, "Where is the child you abducted from him back then? Is he in this Underworld?"
Meng Dehai was stunned for a moment, then his lips twitched into a strange smile that was a mixture of pain and cruelty.
"Heh...heh...you mean that little brat?"
The candidate has good potential, but unfortunately, they're too stubborn and refuse to obediently become my 'material'.
He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about a discarded tool.
"He arrived not long ago, but couldn't hold on any longer and died."
died.
The two words, seemingly light and airy, struck like a heavy hammer blow into the air.
Lin Mo remained silent, but his aura suddenly became even more dangerous, like the suppressed depths of the sea before a storm.
Meng Dehai seemed completely unaware.
He struggled to raise his charred hand, made a strange hand seal, and chuckled sinisterly, "But even trash can be put to use. I've refined his remnant soul into a 'Yanmei,' which is much more obedient than when he was alive..."
As he activated his incantation, a talisman, unlike any other paper figures, floated out from his sleeve.
The talisman paper was a darker color, almost jet black.
The runes outlined in cinnabar on it were twisted and sinister.
On the surface of the paper figure, the blurry outline of a child's face struggles to emerge.
But where those "eyes" should be, there were only two empty black dots.
Its mouth is wide open, revealing sharp, serrated lines.
It exudes pure and insane resentment and ferocity, devoid of any childlike innocence.
Master Ao En's beloved flesh and blood, whom he longed for day and night, had been transformed into this monstrous creature that was neither human nor ghost!
An unnamed fire surged from the depths of Lin Mo's heart. It wasn't particularly intense, but it was chillingly cold and carried pure killing intent.
Meng Dehai looked at the snarling, grinning demon as if admiring his own masterpiece, then turned to Lin Mo, his tone seductive.
"What can that old good-for-nothing Ao En give you? A few pieces of scrap metal?"
I am the Left Envoy of the Yellow Springs, backed by the Xuan Yin Sect of Yin Mountain, and possess countless resources!
Whatever benefits he gives you, I'll give you double... no, triple!
Cultivation techniques, elixirs, divine weapons, power...
As long as you nod, all past grievances will be wiped clean!
"If we join forces, this Yellow Springs Guide, and even the entire..."
"Shut up."
Lin Mo suddenly spoke.
"what?"
Meng Dehai was taken aback.
Lin Mo walked up to Meng Dehai, looking down at the heavily injured Left Envoy of the Underworld with an indifferent gaze, as if looking at an ant.
"You—you deserve to die!"
Without saying a word, Lin Mo raised his foot and stomped down hard!
"boom!"
Meng Dehai's nasal bone shattered with a crack, and blood spurted out.
This kick seemed to herald the beginning of a brutal rampage.
Lin Mo's fists rained down on him.
“Snap! Snap!”
His cheekbones collapsed, and teeth mixed with blood and foam spurted from Meng Dehai's mouth.
He lay limp on the ground like a dead dog, only able to let out a mournful whine.
"You...cannot...kill me!"
He struggled, uttering a final threat through his slurred mouth.
"Only I know how to break the sealing curse of Yan... Yanmei!"
"Kill me, and that brat's soul will be trapped forever, never to be reincarnated!"
Lin Mo suddenly stopped moving.
Through his blurred vision, Meng Dehai saw the other person's lips slowly curl into a smile.
The smile was faint, yet chillingly cold, carrying a despairing mockery.
"It's alright." Lin Mo's voice was eerily calm. "You may have a safe journey."
He raised his right hand, and a wisp of invisible energy slowly condensed between his index fingers, causing the air to distort and ripple at his fingertips.
"I'll find the solution myself."
Meng Dehai's pupils dilated suddenly, filled with terror.
"Do not--!"
"Pfft!"
The force of his finger pierced through the air, like a bullet penetrating between the eyebrows.
With a soft "plop," Meng Dehai's head snapped back.
A small, charred hole remained between his eyebrows.
The terror in his eyes remained frozen, and his body went limp as he collapsed.
The once-powerful Left Envoy of the Underworld perished on the spot!
Leng Lingding covered her mouth and gasped.
The assassins from the Yellow Springs around them stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with shock, even forgetting to breathe.
The Left Envoy, who was once unapproachable in their eyes, was one day crushed like a roadside animal!
In the past, this would have been something we wouldn't have dared to even think about.
But today, it has truly happened right before my eyes!
After an unknown amount of time, a heavy sigh echoed through the crowd.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing despair in the other's eyes.
The Underworld Guide is finished!
Someone couldn't help but mutter curses under their breath: "Which son of a bitch dared to mess with this bastard? I'll curse his ancestors for eighteen generations..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth.
But resentment had already spread among the crowd.
On second thought, it seems this person is after the one who led the way?
Thinking about this, most of the resentment in my heart instantly disappeared.
However, some of it still lingers in my mind and doesn't dissipate.
Meanwhile, the perpetrator was squatting down, oblivious to everyone around him, and carefully examining Meng Dehai's corpse.
They quickly stripped him of everything he owned.
"Such a master... actually loots corpses?"
At this moment, Huang Quan prompted a huge question mark to pop into everyone's mind.
Lin Mo calmly stood up, put the looted items into his pocket, and then turned his gaze to Tian Jue, who had been standing quietly by watching.
"Now, it's your turn."