Chapter 102: The Descent of Ambrosia

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  "Bang", a dull thud came, and from the fist, I clearly felt the fracture of that golden skeleton.

  The sandstorm dissipated, and the golden corpse had sunk into the city wall with a dull thud, cracks spreading like spider webs, chest caved in, blood flowing nonstop.

  "Bang, bang", with the crack of the wall and the scattering of rubble, Jin Shi's hanging head slowly lifted up, his body twisting left and right a few times, opening wide his mouth overflowing with black blood, eyes full of ferocity.

  Chen Mo also changed here, the original Gang Fumo use after the meridian burst feeling, much lighter. It seems that taking that "Yi Jing Dan" tempered body, blood vessel toughness has obvious enhancement, dare not say can still fight a few more times, escape should not be a problem.

  "Ahh!" The howling filled his ears, thundering in waves.

  "This... this guy is indestructible or something?" Trembling, he managed to utter a sentence, and further resistance was clearly futile.

  A faint aura of mystery gathered beneath his feet. Just as he was about to jump, a golden claw suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him, rushing towards him at high speed.

  In desperation, Chen Mo forced out the Golden Bell Shield.

  Bang!

  A loud crash, the hastily formed golden bell cover was blown to pieces, turning into countless bright spots, like a galaxy of sand and gravel, scattering in all directions.

  Chen Mo hugged Xiao Ba and shot off like a cannonball, barely controlling his body in mid-air before continuing to run wildly.

  The golden corpse is so formidable that it's absolutely impossible for one to resist head-on.

  Bang, bang

  Suddenly, two explosions sounded in the distance behind him, and a cloud of black smoke rolled in.

  "Ahh", amidst the black smoke and dust, a gust of evil wind compressed it into a gigantic skull face, as if to devour Chen Mo and Xiao Ba.

  A golden corpse emerged from behind, bringing with it a trail of black smoke, its speed as swift as a flash of lightning.

  "Master, save me!" Chen Mo had reached a point of life and death, where he no longer cared about saving face or not. As he fled wildly, he shouted desperately.

  In the blink of an eye, they had already run past more than half the street.

  Chen Mo, who had narrowly escaped being caught by Jin Shi several times, felt a chill run down his spine.

  "Rooooaaaar!" The golden corpse, right next to him, let out a furious roar, its sharp claws, shrouded in demonic energy, stabbed straight at Chen Mo's back.

  Chen Mo could even feel the sensation of the sharp edge piercing his back, cold sweat seeping through his clothes.

  "Whoosh!"

  A sharp object broke through the air, and in the sky filled with demonic energy, a green vine flashed before one's eyes, with roses blooming on it, showing off its charm, but with thorns growing in all directions, like lightning tearing through the night sky, rushing swiftly to arrive.

  "Panacea"

  Mulingwei was like a goddess descending from the sky, her slender figure floating in mid-air, her small lotus feet lightly tapping, her pale face still calm and composed, a green vine in her jade hand suddenly sprouting rapidly, shooting straight towards the golden corpse's head.

  "Goddess Master, you're our savior."

  "Slap"

  A golden claw grasped one end of the Wanling Whip tightly and pulled it violently.

  Mu Lingwei's momentum was sudden, but it could also be seen that the golden corpse was not simple.

  Jade wrist turned, a stock of mysterious energy like a surging electric current, twisting the vines, thorns growing fiercely, instantly reaching the golden corpse's palm.

  "Bang", a loud noise, a burst of "black rain" poured down, and the entire arm of Jin Shi holding the Wanling Whip disappeared.

  "Roar", Jin Shi, though without pain, had a preliminary command, in a fit of rage, he let out a loud roar and jumped up seven or eight zhang, charging towards Mu Lingwei.

  Mu Lingwei's demeanor was majestic and ethereal, with the Wanling Whip in her hand rapidly spinning to suddenly form a dark blue horizontal whirlwind, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunderous claps.

  "Penetrate Heaven and Earth"

  The Wanling whip reverses its thorns, exposing its sharp edges. It appears to have already opened up a path, despite the wind and thunderstorm raging at the edge of the cliff, the Wanling whip enters as if it's entering an uninhabited territory.

  "Puff", directly piercing through the throat of the golden corpse in the whirlwind, reversing the sharp rise, and stabbing through alive.

  Jade fingers breathed in and out, pouring into the Wanling whip, and her wrist suddenly turned sideways.

  Ten thousand spirits whip, carrying the mysterious energy, rose petals fall, reverse thorns like a wild horse breaking free from reins, growing wildly. Countless petals, dancing in the sky, as if sharp blades, amidst beauty lies intense killing intent.

  "Astonishing Whip"

  The wildly expanding whip was pulled out of the golden corpse's throat. In an instant, a bloody "black rain" poured down. Looking at the golden corpse again, its body above the neck was split in two, with brain matter splattered everywhere. It lay on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

  Mulingwei put away the Wanling whip, transformed into a tender branch wristlet worn on her pale wrist, and a golden nucleus floated into Chen Mo's hand.

  She floated in with her feet off the ground, a speck of dust not touching her as she came.

  "Clap, clap, clap!" Can't help but give Master a round of applause. Today I finally understand what it means to have a huge gap.

  "Master, descending from the heavens to the mortal world, a divine maiden fallen to dust. With one strike of the Wanling Whip, all demons and monsters are reduced to nothing but dust and ashes... My humble disciple's reverence for Master is like the endless Yangtze River, flowing continuously... Truly, it is the embodiment of salvation and relief..."

  Even Xiao Ba is a devout and shameless figure, worshiping the female god and Guanyin. Obviously, he's trying to curry favor with his female Shifu again, so he can get more good food later.

  "Alright, alright, the more you talk, the more absurd it gets. Can't you handle it yourself?" Seeing Chen Mo's exaggerated worshipful expression, Mu Lingwei's mouth finally curled up into a faint smile.

  "Uh...", Chen Mo's old face turned red as he said: "Master, I've obtained the Four-Leaf Corpse Demon Orchid." Continuing to dwell on this topic would be too embarrassing.

  Mulingwei naturally knew what kind of cultivation this disciple was, and it was just to let him understand the danger of this dead city. The cicada's head nodded slightly, looking around at the thick, gloomy atmosphere, as if worried. The lotus arm rose lightly, as if treading on floating clouds, and her slender body floated up into the air, heading towards the top of the city tower.

  As for whether she can get the Four-Leaf Clover, she doesn't seem to care too much about it.

  Ascending to the platform, one can look down and see half of the city. Mu Lingwei took two quick steps forward, her expression suddenly turning stern.

  A dark and eerie aura, like a pillar supporting the sky, grew even thicker in the city. The gray city walls seemed to match its name, resembling a dead city. The dark energy spread rapidly, turning every place it touched into a hell on earth. If left unchecked, it would not only affect Changchun Valley but also bring destruction and desolation to all living things, making the situation even more terrifying.

  "Chen Mo, you take Xiao Ba back to Changchun Valley first. I'll go to the center of Dead City to investigate and see if there's a way to resolve this." Mu Lingwei seemed to be muttering to herself.

  "Master." Chen Mo was extremely unwilling to go to the center of the Dead City, but he deeply understood his master's personality and hastily put on a solemn face, saying: "We came together, we'll return together, we'll go together. If Master wants to go to the center of the Dead City, I'll accompany you to the end."

  Mu Ling's eyes sparkled as she gazed at him lightly and said in a soft voice, "Aren't you afraid of death?" Her clear eyes seemed to want to see through him completely.

  "Afraid." Chen Mo nodded solemnly and said seriously, "As a disciple, I am human, of course I fear death. However, Master treats me like family, just like an older sister. How can I stand by and watch Master take risks?"

  Mulingwei's eyes sparkled slightly as she thought of the letter of recommendation written by Huai Hao, which indeed said that this child was not only talented but also valued emotions and righteousness. For a moment, her calm heart stirred up a slight ripple.

  "Master, let me and Xiao Ba accompany you, even if it's just to help with some trivial matters. Although my combat power is far inferior to yours, Master, I can still help you deal with some small fries." Chen Mo patted Xiao Ba on the back and said seriously: "Look at Xiao Ba, his skin is thick and his flesh is rough, he can still block a few blows when it counts."

  Xiao Ba's face was speechless, the first half of the sentence still sounded like human language, but this second half...

  Seeing Chen Mo's persistence, Mu Lingwei nodded and said: "Alright, if there's really an unavoidable danger, you run first."

  Chen Mo thought to himself that if even his master couldn't stop the danger, he might not be able to escape when the time came. But discussing this now was pointless.

  Mulingwei finished speaking and lightly floated up, her immortal figure fluttering as she flew towards the center of the demonic energy.

  Chen Mo brought Xiao Ba and hurriedly jumped up to catch up.

  In an instant, Mulan and Chen Mo fell one after another.

  The distance from the demonic energy pillar is now only a few dozen zhang away.

  Chen Mo's gaze swept forward, several miles away, all the buildings had only their foundations left, with broken walls and pillars standing upright like tombstones, emitting a faint, eerie glow from within, as if it were the resentful spirits of the dead.

  A sea of flames dances before my eyes, with jagged rocks and strange boulders. The earth splits open, revealing a torrent of molten lava accompanied by swirling clouds of scorching smoke. Red fireballs surge forth like demonic flames from the fissures.

  The dark magic suddenly dispersed from the giant magic pillar, and as the magic surged, it awakened the sleeping demons underground. The group of demons emerged like mushrooms after a rain, bringing endless resentment, rushing towards Chen Mo's direction with a fierce and evil momentum.

  The vast and terrifying aura made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts. Xiao Ba directly shrunk his head and hid under Mulan's skirt, as if that was the safest place.

  Zheng silently admired Chen Mo, but if he dared to imitate Xiao Ba's shameless behavior, he would probably be slapped to death by the female Shifu.

  Chen Mo had just prepared to take action.

  Only to see Mu Lingwei's fingers move, a mysterious and complex symbol was drawn in the air, a cyan light path condensed in the void, forming an inexplicable powerful force.

  A drop of dew on the tip of the finger, waiting for it to be round and shiny, then with a flick of the wrist. When the pretty face looks up at the sky, this drop of dew transforms into a sweet rain in the air, falling gently like spring breeze and fine rain.

  The gentle rain falls on Chen Mo's skin, bringing an instant sense of coolness that penetrates deep into his heart and spleen, making him feel extremely comfortable and relaxed, washing away all fatigue.

  But those fine rains falling on the demon corpse were like acid burning its body, sizzling and crackling.

  The wraiths let out enraged wails, mournful and terrifying. Many of the wraiths fell into a state of frenzied anger, yet they stood still, not daring to approach. The drizzle had a great restraining effect on them.

  A lotus rain, sprinkled on the corroded earth, like water droplets sprinkled on red-hot iron blocks, the sound of sizzling and crackling is endless, turning into a white mist that spreads all around.

  The master's skills are incredibly powerful, with each move and style possessing a mysterious power that broadens one's horizons. Could it be that she is truly an immortal descended to the mortal realm? Such profound and mystical techniques are uniquely beautiful, leaving people enchanted and intoxicated.

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