The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 1221 - 1222: Soul Collecting Technique

Thinking of this, Ye Mo didn’t waste any time. Holding the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, he instantly pierced through one of the statues. Ye Mo then saw a cluster of soul origin suspended in the air, emanating a powerful spirit wave.

"Soul Collecting Technique!"

Ye Mo formed hand seals with both hands, his arms glowing with a purple light. Just as he was about to reach for that cluster of soul origin, three Flame Statues launched a fierce attack at him from three directions: left, right, and back. Ye Mo had no choice but to interrupt his actions, plunging once again into the frenzied assault of the Flame Statues.

And the Flame Statue that had been blasted apart once again coalesced.

"Damn it, fighting them one by one like this leaves no chance to use the Soul Collecting Technique. Looks like I’ll have to deal with them all at once!"

Ye Mo let out a light shout, his entire body soaring into the sky. With a wave of his large hand, two gigantic figures of the Ancient Buddha Clan appeared, standing side by side, floating in midair.

At the same time, ten Flame Statues leaped up, pouncing directly at Ye Mo.

"Buddha’s Light Tower Bell, ringing twice!"

Ye Mo instantly entered the dragon’s appearance, launching a Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm at one of the large bells.

Buzz!

A sound echoed, the attack from this sound wasn’t very strong, but when that bell collided with another, the other bell rang as well. The overlapping sounds exploded in a wave of destruction-like sonic boom, erupting instantly.

Ye Mo immediately felt his dragon scales begin to shatter. Despite his dragon’s appearance enhancing his defense to a terrifying degree, the power of the dual bell sound was overwhelming. The soundwave spread out, shattering the ten Flame Statues into black sparks. As the sparks attempted to gather, the bells rang again, intertwining into a terrifying wave of Buddha light that dispersed them once more.

This time, the bell tolled a total of 20 times, with the dual bell sound ringing 40 times, just 14 short of the peak count of 54.

Two bells could ring 54 times, so four bells could echo 108 times. Ye Mo eagerly anticipated that peak of 108 rings, unaware if he could withstand this move if released.

"Ye Mo, now’s the chance! Use the Soul Collecting Technique to gather those ten clusters of soul origin from the sky, or they’ll revive once again."

Hong Ling immediately reminded him.

"Alright!"

Ignoring his injuries, Ye Mo ran the pathway of the Soul Collecting Technique in his mind once more, suddenly reaching out his arm to seize those purple clusters in the air. Like they were met with a powerful attraction, they were directly compressed into a cluster by Ye Mo.

This method bore a resemblance to the technique Zi Xuantong had used to kill Jiang Mo, but Zi Xuantong had accomplished it through spiritual means, achievable only for those in the Divine Venerate Realm with soul cultivation surpassing the opponent. However, Ye Mo used the Soul Collecting Technique to directly collect and condense the soul origin.

At this moment, Ye Mo aimed to compress the gathered soul origin to its utmost extreme to refine a spirit essence, like a droplet of water, coalescing in his palm.

For others, such spirit essences were utterly useless.

"Such a massive soul origin has only allowed me to condense a single drop of spirit essence."

Ye Mo sighed inwardly, "However, with this drop of spirit essence, I can unleash the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death, capable of fighting even those experts who have opened the three Time-Space Gates."

Ye Mo knew this spirit essence was hard-earned. Even slaying several experts who had opened the Space-time Gates and gathering soul origin couldn’t refine a single drop of spirit essence. It could be said this drop of spirit essence was incredibly precious, only usable for releasing the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death if he reached the Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations by summoning and utilizing his soul origin.

Now, there was no reason to stay in this place. Ye Mo came to, walking out of the Fire Temple and emerging from the Zone of Chaos.

"I’ll kill you!"

Just as Ye Mo exited the Zone of Chaos, preparing to break through the waterfall, a familiar voice reached his ears—it was Xiao Yue’s voice.

"Haha, even if all four of you attack together, what can you do to me? Since you wish to avenge Ye Mo, I’ll kill you all one by one and take the keys from your hands."

Jiumo Dao laughed heartily, swinging his other arm violently, a palm striking forth. Instantly, a gigantic Xuan Aura palm, the size of a door, formed in front of him, slamming toward Xiao Yue, Feng Chu, and the others. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Divine Demon Strike!"

Feng Chu roared, slashing fiercely with the Six Daos Reincarnation Sword, making heaven and earth tremble as if gods and demons roared, countering Jiumo Dao’s attack.

"Six Paths Heavenly Wrath!"

Xiao Yue also shouted, golden light emanating from the Six Daos Reincarnation Scepter, illuminating a thousand miles. Instantly, lightning like angry dragons descended from the sky, aiming at Jiumo Dao.

"Mysterious Lady Startling Swan Sword!"

Yang Suxin also unleashed her killing move, a gigantic longsword dropping from the sky, striking like a startling swan.

Bai Xueqin’s move wasn’t weak either, the cold aura freezing everything in an instant.

In the air, the scene exploded with force, smoke billowing, as the four’s ferocious assault surged forth like a storm.

Such an offensive left the nearby disciples continuously retreating. They couldn’t believe these four were so formidable, especially that man, whose power rivaled the Wheel of Reincarnation Ninth Transformation despite being only at the Wheel of Reincarnation Sixth Revolution.

"Haha, indeed, your combat strength is astonishing, but I am a Martial Artist who has opened the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway. No matter you or your entire faction, what can you do?"

Jiumo Dao swung once more, six arms emerging behind him, each unleashing devastating moves, seemingly overturning the entire ground.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Four muffled sounds rang out as the four were knocked backward, crashing onto the surrounding peaks.

"Die!"

Jiumo Dao once more locked onto Feng Chu, hurling a punch.

Just as it was about to strike Feng Chu, suddenly, with a loud crash, the gigantic waterfall exploded open.

Boom!

A figure shot out from the waterfall, rapidly blocking in front of Feng Chu, exuding an unrestrained aura of slaughter.

"Jiumo Dao, how dare you harm my friends! Today, I’ll slaughter you!"

The person who appeared suddenly, no doubt, was Ye Mo.

Boom!

Ye Mo threw a punch, releasing boundless power from his murderous arm, sending Jiumo Dao flying a hundred meters with a single strike.