The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 73

Under the scorching sun, the volcano grew hotter and hotter.

A huge column of light rose to the sky, bringing endless pressure on Qin Mo.

Elder Jinbi stood shocked on the spot. He didn't expect Hong Min to sneak attack Qin Mo. When he reacted, it was already too late.  

Bang!

The pillar of light with a faint darkness collided with the light wall, creating a loud sound. The light wall swayed, blocking Hong Min's attack.

Watching this scene, Hong Min snorted, and a crazy expression flashed through his eyes. Because of that insignificant ant, his plan was all ruined. Focusing on that thought, he slammed his hands on the ground, boosting the light column's strength. 

The deep black spiral hovered around the light pillar as if a fierce ghost had appeared in the center of the column. The ghost made threatening gestures, increasing the pillar's power. Under the heavy blow, the light wall turned to ashes in an instant.

Having defeated the obstacle in front of it, the light pillar continued to press down on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's heart leaped, pus.h.i.+ng the nascent spiritual power within his body to the extreme. A sword light appeared from his body and it enclosed him within it, shooting towards the pillar. At the same time, a golden eagle flew from the side and faced the attack— it was Lin Zizheng.

Even if Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng had genius-like talents, against Hong Min who was an ancient monster that had lived for many years, how could they block his single strike? 

In the moment of collision, the sword light and the eagle only lasted for a split second, before they broke into particles one after the other.

Lin Zizheng moved to attack Hong Min head-on. Since the light pillar was under his control, the attack would naturally no longer exist without its user.

His expression changed slightly and he became gloomier. He looked at Lin Zizheng and remembered the man from that year. He also had a long staff in his right hand and a divine eagle flying around him. He appeared so brave as he killed many of their saint clan.

Narrowing his eyes, a murderous aura s.h.i.+ned within them, and he waved his hand.

Under his action, several people sprung out of the crowd. The first one was tall and pale, with a cold smile on his face. He went straight for Lin Zizheng and stopped in front of him.

He laughed, stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, "Ha ha, not bad little guy. I will be your opponent. My name is Lei Shan, remember it well."

And the rest went straight to the elder. They tangled with Elder Jinbi, making him unable to disengage. 

Hong Min's sight once again s.h.i.+fted to Qin Mo.

The light pillar continued to fall, already inches away from Qin Mo's hair. He tightly pursed his lips and held his sword with both hands. Under such pressure, his sleeves ripped inch by inch,

The fierce killing aura locked Qin Mo down, and blood started pouring out of his body, dropping on the nearby stone tablet. His appearance changed back to its original form.

When Qin Mo took the hit, his vision blurred, but he still fixed his glare on Hong Min. The sword glowing in his hand suddenly grew darker. Was he going to die like this? Die in such a place? 

No! His eyes widened, now ignited with fire. A crisp click sound echoed out as if something in his body broke.

He saw the man again. He was wearing a purple robe, expression indifferent and watching him casually.

The long sword in the man's hand trembled slightly as he raised the tip toward the sky and made a hand seal. For a while, the weather between heaven and earth changed color. Purple thunder struck the long sword, and it absorbed its power. The large sword was engulfed in light and shadows flew forward. The entire world seemed to be quiet, and only the man's voice could be heard, "Shattered Sky Sword second style – Heaven's Execution."

The figure of the man disappeared before Qin Mo as if he'd never appeared at all. No one around saw the man.

Qin Mo raised his head toward the oncoming attack. His whole body was covered by light and shadow, and only Lin Zizheng's mournful cries could be heard.

The golden light on Lin Zizheng's staff flashed as he waved Lei Shan out of his path, and rushed toward Qin Mo's side.

After engaging with Lin Zizheng, Lei Shan's pale skin showed a little ruddy color, and the light in his eyes was brighter. He didn't expect this boy to trade blows with him to such an extent. 

He s.h.i.+fted his attention to the boy and sneered, disdain in his eyes. He slightly bent his fingers and released a giant black claw heading straight for Lin Zizheng.

The attack struck Lin Zizheng on the back. His figure trembled, but he paid no attention to it. He only swung backward once and continued to run.

With a deep breath, Qin Mo's sword gave off a brilliant light. It was as bright as a star, illuminating his face.

Witnessing Qin Mo's figure being completely shrouded in black light, and the light pillar coming toward him from above. Lin Zizheng's figure suddenly stopped in place. Black, red, and golden lights interwove on his body. He murmured, "Da s.h.i.+xiong…"

The earth shook, the ground started trembling, and a wave of visible energy slowly spread out from under Lin Zizheng's foot. Wherever the waves pa.s.sed, people's bodies suddenly quivered, and some weaker ones spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Lei Shan, who was throwing another attack at Lin Zizheng, shuddered. He suddenly felt weak, unable to use his strength anymore.

Hong Min's body was also shaking uncontrollably. He looked back at Lin Zizheng, and an astonished look crept over his face. Then a sense of killing aura shot out of his eyes. This boy could not be kept alive. He was absolutely an obstacle to his revival of the saint clan.

At this moment, the originally clear sky darkened and a black whirlpool formed in the center. Purple lightning formed in the sky and severely struck down on Qin Mo's sword.

Boom.

A loud sound rang out, and dozens of light roared out of the shadows. Ten s.h.i.+ning long swords soared out of the air, with their tips pointing toward the sky. The energy contained within them was frightening.

These ten swords went against the light pillar, eliciting a burst of thunder. Under this fierce force, a figure slowly appeared before the crowd after the light was gone. His face was pale, but there was a rare smile on the corner of his mouth. It was Qin Mo.

Seeing him, Lin Zizheng's expression relaxed, and the frightening aura around his body stopped completely. He quickly came to Qin Mo's side.

Hong Min's face was extremely ugly, not only did Qin Mo scatter his attack but his original appearance was now revealed. Looking at Old Man Wen's corpse lying on the ground, he felt deeply fooled.

"He he, he he, are the younger generations braver now?" Hong Min laughed angrily and snapped his hands. His expression was beyond furious.

Pressured by Hong Min's imposing manner, Qin Mo's body trembled, and his face grew paler. The red blood flowing from his hands fell on the stone tablet.

No one noticed that the tablet quivered slightly.

"In that case, we can finish the sacrifice with your blood." Hong Min sighed deeply, and the original fanaticism filled his sight again. He stretched out his hand and held it tightly, conjuring a black cage in the air, and it aimed toward Qin Mo.

Whoosh…

A fine sound came from the bottom of the stone tablet, and the strange black smoke rose again.

Different from the previous ones, the stone tablet stayed in place quietly and did nothing to stop it, letting the black smoke fill the s.p.a.ce.

As soon as it appeared, it coiled around the black cages and wrapped it completely. In the next moment, the cage disappeared and was completely absorbed by the smoke.

Qin Mo's pupil shrank, recognizing that this was the black smoke he encountered before, and what Hong Min and others wanted to release.

Fearful alertness rang in his heart. His figure flashed and left the altar together with Lin Zizheng.

At the moment, Hong Min didn't care about their actions, his gaze fixed on the black smoke.

It gradually gathered together and became an evil spirit. Its face was ferocious with red eyes, just like the pattern Qin Mo had seen.

"Kekeke, I am finally out…" A shrill voice came out of the evil spirit's mouth. His scarlet eyes stared at the people before him, and the crowd started shaking uncontrollably. 

"Welcome back, Lord Wu." Hong Min knelt on the ground, afraid to look directly at this face.

"That person is an expert in forcing his way through. Be vigilant and always be on guard." The figure of Elder Jinbi appeared beside Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng. Coldness filled his gaze when he focused on the evil spirit. Unexpectedly, this person came out after so many years.

Fortunately, there was not much blood flowing from Qin Mo, and only one of them was unsealed. Thinking of this, the elder's eyes s.h.i.+fted to Qin Mo, revealing a complicated expression. Why could his blood break the seal?