Chen Yang opened his eyes wide, "It's really Lin Mo, who would have thought we were actually traveling with the number one Martial Artist in Huaxia?"

Chen Hui and Cao Hu's faces turned pale. Along the way, the two of them had secretly ridiculed the latter, but considering Lin Mo's strength, it's likely their discussions have fallen into his ears.

Tu Yiliang and Weng Hui's faces were even whiter, their backs soaked with cold sweat. Had they acted against Chen Yang in the forest earlier, they would surely have provoked Lin Mo to strike, and neither of them was confident enough to escape from Lin Mo's hands.

"Under no circumstances should you provoke Chen Yang; who knows what his relationship with Lin Mo is!" Tu Yiliang cautioned himself inwardly.

At this moment.

In the sky.

The elder with the white hair, along with the disciple, saw Lin Mo reveal his true appearance, and their eyes widened immediately.

"Lin Mo, how dare you still appear?" The elder exclaimed in horror, shouting sternly.

"Qingxuan sect disciples, hear my command, kill this person!"

The commanding voice spread throughout the Qingxuan sect, and suddenly streaks of flowing light leaped from the ground into the air, with as many as a hundred Qingxuan sect disciples suspended mid-air.

"Take position!"

The elder shouted softly.

All one hundred and eight disciples immediately drew their treasure swords, transforming into streaks of flowing light to surround Lin Mo, the swords emitting cold radiance.

The hundred and eight disciples took up positions at varying heights, forming a peculiar array shape, with a faint ripple of Spiritual Energy spreading out. The hundred and eight were solid as a mountain, creating a special sword base, with Lin Mo in the center of the array.

At this moment, another elder, also dressed in white with white hair, flew into the air. The two elders exchanged glances, then turned their heads, staring at Lin Mo with icy eyes.

"Everyone, step back to avoid injuring the innocent." Lin Mo spoke indifferently, addressing those gathering in the corner.

The people there, whose strength ranged from the Dark Strength Peak to the Peak of Grandmaster, upon hearing his words, immediately retreated hundreds of meters.

On a mountain peak about ten kilometers from the Qingxuan Sect.

"Cultivation emphasizes enlightenment, if you can comprehend deeper into the Heavenly Dao Laws and Attribute Laws, then the magic you perform will be correspondingly stronger."

"In the Cultivation World, it's not uncommon for a genius of Innate Stage to kill those of Condensation Stage, and even those stunning geniuses whose cultivation, at Innate Stage, can suppress those in Golden Core Stage, do you understand?"

A middle-aged man, with an imposing aura, slowly said.

"Disciple understands, I will strive to cultivate well and aim to join the Mystic Realm Sect." another young man sitting on the mountain peak earnestly nodded.

The mountain peak was shrouded in mist, with an ambiance akin to the Immortal Realm.

At this time, in the distance, a streak of white light flashed quickly, appearing instantly a hundred meters from the mountain peak, with the person standing on a flying sword, dressed in a black suit.

"Sect Master." the person bowed, respectfully addressing.

The Qingxuan Sect Master turned his head, frowning slightly, "What's the matter?"

If no major events occur, except for the two elders and his most favored senior disciple, others are forbidden from approaching the mountain peak.

"Lin Mo has come to Qingxuan Sect!" the disciple said.

The Qingxuan Sect Master's eyes flashed like lightning, a golden thunder faintly flickering in the void before him, crackling with sound.

"I haven't gone to find him, yet he dares to come to my Qingxuan Sect; today will be his death." The Sect Master stated fiercely, his figure instantly blurring and disappearing from the mountain peak.

Above Qingxuan Sect, Lin Mo was trapped within the sword array. The two elders were at the Innate Realm Early Stage, while the minimum cultivation of the one hundred and eight disciples was at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Kill!"

The two elders shouted sharply in unison.

Suddenly, the sword array activated.

Whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle!

Hundreds of treasure swords transformed into agile fish-like streaks, turning into flowing lights sweeping towards Lin Mo in a lightning-fast execution.

"Condense!"

Lin Mo's hands swiftly formed the Seal Technique, and boom, golden light flickered on his body, a massive circular barrier enveloping him seamlessly within its confines, the swords' flowing shadows were blocked by the circular barrier, buzzing and humming audibly.

Every Qingxuan sect disciple simultaneously channeled their mana, joining their fore and middle fingers to control the swords.

"Break!"

The circular Spiritual Energy Shield exploded, the dissipating force abruptly repelling the swords attached to it, transforming into streaks of flowing light, piercing back towards their owners.

"Watch out." A white-haired elder shouted.

Those Foundation Establishment Stage disciples, whose strength was slightly weaker, were directly pierced by swords, tumbling down from the high side like broken kites.

The slightly stronger disciples barely avoided being impacted by the flying swords, leaving behind blood marks.

The sword array unexpectedly was directly crushed by Lin Mo.

"Soul Flags!"

Lin Mo opened his space ring, and seven flags, about palm-sized, instantly appeared, encircling him, slowly rotating.

Each flag was inscribed with strange and peculiar magic scripts, with black fog faintly rising around the flags, and black strings emitted between each flag entwined together, forming a circular shape.

"Array Formation!"

With Lin Mo channeling his mana, the seven flags flew into the sky, continuously expanding until each flag transformed into a height of a hundred meters, width of thirty meters, spreading out to the seven different directions, enveloping the entire Qingxuan Sect.

Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang!

The moment the seven flags descended, they emitted sounds akin to metallic impacts, resonating throughout the Qingxuan Sect.

Moreover, the black fog emanating from the seven flags grew denser and wilder, with each flag's center interconnected by dark mist, as if forming dark chains binding entire Qingxuan Sect within.

"Ssss!"

"Shriek!"

The seven soul flags emitted mist, occasionally morphing into ghostly heads, at times dispersing into clouds of black fog, with strange and bizarre sounds producing goosebumps in the witnessing people, a faint tremor stirred deep in their souls.

These seven soul flags were treasures Lin Mo obtained from the Prison Tower, with each flag matching the power of a Spiritual Artifact First Grade, when combined, equating to a Seventh Grade Spiritual Artifact.

However, Lin Mo didn't know the secret technique corresponding to controlling these flags; otherwise, he could unleash even greater power from the seven soul flags. Nevertheless, these flags could at least trap disciples at Peak Foundation Establishment Stage from escaping.

Qingxuan Sect encampment.

At the gate, Martial Artists who originally came to apprentice, withdrew three hundred meters away, yet none of them left, instead gazing up at the Qingxuan Sect's headquarters.

"Is this the power of Immortal Law?"

"I feel like if I entered, I'd instantly be turned to ash."

"Huaxia's number one Martial Arts God, is he also a magic user?"