C138 Martial Soul Suppression

The sky was gloomy and dark clouds covered the sky. A thick smell of blood filled the air, and within the haze, dark waves surged.

Mu Tianming stared at Chu Chen, his eyes blazing with a strong killing intent. No matter what, he would not let Chu Chen leave today.

This was because the potential that Chu Chen had displayed was too shocking. His talent was too peerless, causing him to be fearful. With enough time, once Chu Chen grows up, who else can stop him?

If you cut the grass, you will not get rid of the roots.

"Humph!"

Mu Tianming snorted coldly. In the blink of an eye, a hazy divine altar appeared in his dantian, with a tiny figure quietly sitting on it. It looked solemn and dignified; it had the exact same appearance as Mu Tianming.

The little person was spotlessly white, as if carved out of jade. As his nose and mouth moved, streams of pure white auspicious energy surged out. It was as if the immortal energy was rhythmically moving.

"Is this the Martial Spirit?"

Chu Chen was surprised. A martial artist who had broken through to the Martial Soul Stage could cultivate a Martial Soul, and the little person sitting cross-legged in front of Mu Tianming's dantian was clearly a Martial Soul.

Mu Tianming's Martial Spirit sat cross-legged on the divine altar with its eyes closed. It seemed to be in deep sleep, yet it was also immersed in the state of enlightenment.

Swish!

In a split-second, that flawless little person suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were cold and cruel. Two streaks of lightning directly shot out from his pupils and exploded in the air.

At the same time, a majestic wave of strange energy rushed out from the tiny white figure's body and filled the entire space.

It was the power of the Martial Spirit. Only those who had cultivated a Martial Spirit could have such a strange power. Not only could it not use its eyes or ears to check its surroundings, it could even more terrifyingly detect the horrifying power that was contained in the Martial Spirit.

That was why the power of the Martial Spirit was the main reason why there was such a huge gap between the two.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, the little white figure charged out from Mu Tianming's Dantian. It spat out lotuses and devoured the surrounding spiritual energy before spitting them out again, interweaving in the air.

The little person's entire body was spotlessly white, as if it was carved out of jade. His entire body emitted a hazy divine splendor, as if he was a miniature deity that was exceptionally extraordinary.

Suddenly, the little white person opened its mouth and spat out a bunch of lightning. The electric arcs crackled and shot towards Chu Chen.

This was an extremely fast streak of lightning. It was dazzling as it descended from the sky. Chu Chen's pupils constricted and he quickly retreated. A vast Star Battle Armor formed on his body, blocking the lightning in the sky.

"I've even passed through the thunder tribulation. What can you do to me with this little bit of lightning?"

Chu Chen roared, in an instant, the power of the stars in his body surged, he turned into a demon, swallowing the heaven and earth, rushing forward.

The heaven and earth trembled, and the earth crumbled. A terrifying collision occurred, and electric arcs crackled about, directly annihilating this region of space.

With a loud bang, Chu Chen collided with the lightning. However, he was not injured. A large amount of power rushed out from his body, preventing the lightning from invading his body.

In an instant, the little white figure continued its attack. As it lifted its hand, it turned into a blazing divine light. It turned into a divine light, and it moved across the sky like a shocking sword light.

It was hard to imagine that this divine beam of light that stretched across the sky was actually shot out by that little fellow who was only the size of a palm.

Chu Chen sighed. He raised his palm and used the archaic divine technique to create an eternal sacred furnace. He rushed forward and collided with that huge divine beam of light.

In the next moment, Chu Chen felt chills run down his spine. He could feel a huge pressure that shook the world rushing into his body, imprisoning his body and causing his soul to throb.

This was an earth-shattering pressure that originated from his soul. At this moment, Mu Tianming's strength of the Martial Soul Stage had finally and completely erupted.

"Pfft!"

Chu Chen coughed out blood, almost suffocating from the pressure. Although the small white figure was small, Chu Chen was like a god, causing his soul to tremble.

He spat out blood as he retreated. His body staggered, almost falling to the ground. This was because he could not withstand the immense pressure!

"The power of a Martial Spirit is truly powerful!"

Chu Chen said in a low voice. After advancing to the Martial Soul Stage, martial spirits would be unstoppable.

The might of the Martial Soul alone was something that ordinary people could not withstand. It could easily suppress all the cultivators below the Martial Soul realm.

"I'll let you have a taste of the brick!"

Suddenly, Chu Chen grinned, revealing his shiny white teeth. In the next moment, he took out the Haotian mirror from the Universe Ring and held it in his hand.

"Hahaha …" You took out a broken mirror. Did you want to use it to attack? "

Seeing Chu Chen's actions, Mu Tianming could not help but laugh. His eyes were filled with ridicule and contempt.

Even though the Haotian Spirit Mirror was a genuine Ancient Heavenly Weapon, comparable to a Supreme Divine Weapon, if Chu Chen were to take it out now, no one would associate it with that level of ancient weapon.

The transcendent divine weapons were the supreme divine weapons of the world forged by supreme experts. In the most ancient dao, his existence existed.

Chu Chen took out the Haotian Heavenly Mirror, but Mu Tianming did not know that it was an ancient heavenly soldier, nor did he think about it.

"You won't be able to laugh later!"

Chu Chen coldly snorted, he moved his body, holding the Haotian mirror as if it was a brick, he slapped it.

The Clear Sky Mirror was very calm and it looked like a broken ordinary bronze mirror. Only Chu Chen knew how terrifying it was.

"How laughable!"

The smile on Mu Tianming's face grew wider. In an instant, the little white figure retreated and sat on the divine altar in his dantian, staring ahead like a torch.

In a split-second, Mu Tianming made his move. His hands formed a seal, and his martial soul synchronized with Mu Tianming's every movement. In an instant, the power of the Martial Spirit that pressed down on the world became even more vast. It was like a bright galaxy as it rushed towards Chu Chen.

However, after a moment, he was dumbfounded!

Chu Chen rushed over. As long as the copper mirror slammed onto his body, all of the power of the Martial Spirit would dissipate. It would not be able to even get close to Chu Chen.

"What exactly is this thing?" Could it be an archaic divine artifact? "

Mu Tianming was stunned. Even though the Haotian mirror was broken, he could see that the Haotian mirror was extraordinary. It could block all pressure, and even destroy it.

Boom!

Chu Chen walked up to Mu Tianming, raised the Haotian mirror as a brick, and ruthlessly smashed down on Mu Tianming's head.

In that instant, Mu Tianming was smacked firmly into the ground. A buzzing sound filled his head, as though a swarm of bees was flapping their wings, leaving him dazzled.

The Clear Sky Mirror was an ancient heavenly soldier from the mythical era. Although it had not been revived, it was still powerful enough to smash Mu Tianming's head until it bled profusely.