163: Li Qianhun committed suicide

It directly endowed his thin and weak Physical Body with power surpassing Ji Mo. Ji Mo sensed that this guy had power approaching 50,000 Dragons.

He had the protective light screen of the heaven and earth creation bell, plus the protective golden flames of the Super Saiyan mode, and combined with his own formidable Physical Body, he barely managed to take it.

However, he still suffered significant injuries; his Physical Body was torn, his internal organs ruptured, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

These injuries were not fatal. His formidable regenerative ability caused Ji Mo's body to constantly recover, and with a monster beast pill held in his mouth, he was also treating himself.

As long as it wasn't a fatal injury, it wasn't a big problem. This Ghost God Possession was indeed powerful; despite such intense collisions, there wasn't too much damage.

Ji Mo had used hidden force in every punch, but this power was like a clay ox entering the sea. Inside that ten-meter-tall body, it seemed to be shrouded by a special protective force.

It caused the power of over 40,000 Dragons that Ji Mo struck with to be quickly decomposed and digested. Ji Mo was also very curious; was this the strength brought by high-Rank power?

"Bang!"

After another round of intense confrontation, Ji Mo was the first to be unable to withstand it, and he was sent flying by a huge fist.

Strangely, Cruel Thousand Souls did not pursue. Ji Mo had already decided to use his sword techniques, but now his Physical Body had suffered heavy damage.

He needed some time to recover. If the attrition continued, it was very likely that his Physical Body would shatter, and things would become dangerous.

Ji Mo's body stopped above the sea surface; while repairing his injuries, his eyes were fixed on Cruel Thousand Souls' huge body.

He saw that his ten-plus-meter-tall body began to constantly twist and deform, accompanied by his constant, painful roars that kept echoing out.

The body began to gradually shrink, and a look of panic actually appeared on that already terrifying face.

"No! I cannot end the possession state. Ten thousand ghosts, devour for me!"

He saw him take out a tombstone from who knows where, and his huge palm directly crushed the tombstone, releasing 100,000 living Souls.

"I am so miserable... I am in so much pain... Kill, kill, kill... I want revenge..."

These living Souls had suffered such a disaster, dying miserably in the Seal, and now that they suddenly appeared in this world, the world was filled with tragedy for a moment.

Cruel Thousand Souls could no longer suppress the pain. "Devour! Devour! Devour!"

He opened his large mouth, and a terrifying suction force emanated from it. These 100,000 living Souls seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, involuntarily surging toward Cruel Thousand Souls' large mouth.

Having received the replenishment of these living Souls, his shrinking body finally stabilized, eventually controlling itself at six meters in size.

His ferocious face was covered in painful sweat, and at the same time, he looked at Ji Mo with a hateful gaze, his voice hoarse, and words full of malice came out.

"Kid, you caused me to lose a portion of my Soul. I will definitely extract your Soul, torture you for ten days and ten nights, and then sacrifice you to the God of Death!"

Taking advantage of the time Cruel Thousand Souls was recovering, Ji Mo was not idle. A large pile of monster beast pills entered his stomach, and his injuries had stabilized; although not fully repaired, his body was no longer in serious trouble.

His Physical Body was just that formidable now, and it made no sense. He was also curious about the meaning of what Cruel Thousand Souls said. After thinking about it, Ji Mo understood.

It must be that the hidden force he struck with was not entirely useless.

"The energy within his body must have paid some price I don't know about to wear down my power."

That mysterious Ghost God must have been devouring a portion of his Soul power to maintain the transformation, which is why he took out these 100,000 living Souls to replenish himself.

That was highly likely the reason. As long as it was effective, that was good. The longer the time dragged on, the faster he would recover.

Ji Mo clutched his chest, his body swaying, looking like he was about to collapse. "Old ghost, I didn't expect you to have such a powerful method."

"It looks like you can't hold on for much longer either! Are you about to fail? Hehe."

Seeing Ji Mo still mocking him while looking like he was about to croak, Cruel Thousand Souls immediately retorted, "Kid, worry about yourself!"

"What am I afraid of? Aren't you wanting my Physical Body!"

"Anyway, it's about to be shattered by you, so what do I have to fear? Before I die, I will definitely blow up my body so you won't get anything."

"Kid, that's not up to you. Obediently offer up your Physical Body!" Cruel Thousand Souls stabilized his form and immediately launched an attack.

His body rushed toward Ji Mo at high speed. Ji Mo's current state had also recovered to eighty percent.

He hadn't feared Cruel Thousand Souls' ten-meter form, so now that it was only six meters, he was even less afraid. He directly exploded with power and charged toward Cruel Thousand Souls.

"Boom!"

The large and small bodies collided directly, and Cruel Thousand Souls was sent flying from the impact.

"What? How did you recover so quickly!" Cruel Thousand Souls' mind was greatly shaken, shocked by this kid's recovery speed.

"Haha, old Devil Head, I am a Body Cultivator, a pure Body Cultivator. Could I fear you in a contest of Physical Body?" Ji Mo's words were full of mockery.

"Come on, old Devil Head, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Ji Mo rushed up again, every punch a critical hit, every punch connecting with flesh. This terrifyingly extreme collision might not have been grand in scale, but it was absolutely blood-pumping.

Any man would be obsessed with this kind of battle. One could tell from the expressions of the onlookers; each one had an obsessed expression, staring intently at the battlefield.

Only Cruel Thousand Souls was cursing inwardly, "Where did this monster pop out from? Is this Physical Body really this formidable?"

The two fought for another hundred exchanges. Ji Mo was not having an easy time either; his attacks gradually slowed down along with his injuries, both in terms of power and attack speed.

Cruel Thousand Souls' huge body had already been beaten into a sorry state by Ji Mo. He did not have Ji Mo's freakish recovery ability; after all, borrowed power was not durable enough.

Just then, a sudden change occurred. Cruel Thousand Souls suddenly punched the heaven and earth creation bell above Ji Mo's head, paying the price of two fingers to shatter the heaven and earth creation bell.

Pitch-black blood flew in the air, and his other palm suddenly grabbed the fist Ji Mo was throwing, tightly locking onto Ji Mo's body.

"Hehe, kid, you are too young. Did you really think the power of the Ghost God only had this much capability?"

"This is a Ghost God! Naturally, its specialty is Soul attacks. If it weren't for fearing that weird big bell of yours, I would have directly attacked your Soul long ago."

"Now that you have shattered my body, use your Physical Body to repay me!"

After speaking, without waiting for Ji Mo to react, his huge head slammed toward Ji Mo's head.

"Bang!"

The protective golden light exploded, and their heads made intimate contact. The Ghost God's Soul and Cruel Thousand Souls' Soul simultaneously broke into Ji Mo's Sea of Consciousness.

Ji Mo's Soul triggered its passive defense and also entered the Sea of Consciousness.

Outside, the two bodies remained in the posture of having collided, standing still in the sky without moving.

Among the onlookers, some saw the two maintaining a motionless posture, and some could not help but raise questions.

"Why aren't these two moving? Did they perish together?"

"Idiot, they have now entered a battle of Souls. The battle is even more dangerous, it's just that outsiders cannot see it!"

"Then isn't Ji Mo finished? Cruel Thousand Souls is the ancestor of playing with Souls, and what's more, he is at the Saint Rank. Although Ji Mo's combat power is strong, his true Realm is only the Void Shattering Realm."

"If we make a move now, wouldn't we be reaping the benefits?"

Others looked at him as if he were an idiot, and simultaneously moved away from him; a large area around him instantly cleared out.

"Idiot, you make a move? What would you use to make a move? Do you think you can hurt them? Besides, at their current Realm, they can immediately resume action if they sense danger from the outside."

There was still a kind expert who cleared up the confusion for this person.

At this moment, inside Ji Mo's Sea of Consciousness, a Ghost God about several hundred meters tall and Cruel Thousand Souls were looking around Ji Mo's Sea of Consciousness space.

They both simultaneously saw the Sword Soul within Ji Mo's Sea of Consciousness, and their expressions were suddenly shocked.

"I didn't expect this kid to actually be a Sword Cultivator, and he even condensed a Sword Soul. This talent is simply excessively Prodigy-like!"

Cruel Thousand Souls had dominated the Endless Sea Region for hundreds of years, and he had to admit that Ji Mo's talent was truly terrifyingly strong.

Afterwards, he revealed an excited look; if he occupied this body, there was hope for the Imperial Rank!

He turned his head and respectfully said to the Ghost God, "My Lord, this is the Soul I am sacrificing to you. Later, I will prepare a million living Souls for you. Please, take action."

"Granted!"

The huge Ghost God did not speak, but this word echoed within Ji Mo's Sea of Consciousness.

Ji Mo's figure also manifested within the Sea of Consciousness. However, there was no look of panic on Ji Mo's face; instead, he calmly looked at the one human and one ghost before him.