Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1370: Chapter 871: Mo Wentian 4

While speaking, Second Demon Taoist’s gaze remained focused on the armor of the Mirror Ghost.

"Ming Yue, try this magic artifact," Second Demon Uncle suddenly said.

Yang Xiao was taken aback. Despite being here for a while, he hadn’t seen Brother Ming Yue. Only the three of them were in the room.

But in the next moment, a figure descended from above, landing with a crash.

It was none other than Monk Ming Yue!

At this moment, Monk Ming Yue was dressed in a black monk’s robe, first turning around to salute Second Demon Taoist, then turning to look at Yang Xiao, nodding in acknowledgement.

Yang Xiao looked up towards where Brother Ming Yue had descended. He could only vaguely see an old ceiling. Just judging by the ceiling’s height, it would be impossible for a person to hide up there, especially to fall down with such a loud sound.

This secret room was not as simple as it seemed.

Yang Xiao wanted to take out the Ghost Lantern for a closer look, but considering this was Second Demon Uncle’s hideout, it would be too disrespectful.

Second Demon Uncle and his two elder brothers indeed treated him well, but Yang Xiao knew he had to have his boundaries; not to ask about things he shouldn’t, not to see things he shouldn’t, and not to know things not meant to be known. It was better for everyone.

Second Demon Uncle was also cautious of him, Yang Xiao understood. Otherwise, why else would he be blindfolded every time he came here?

But Yang Xiao thought this was normal; Second Demon Uncle had enemies all over the world. His survival depended on his extraordinary skills and, more importantly, his cautious nature.

This was a strength that Yang Xiao needed to learn.

"Junior Brother, I’m going to attack now," Brother Ming Yue naturally knew the Mirror Ghost was Yang Xiao’s puppet, and greeted him before making a move.

Yang Xiao didn’t speak. He manipulated the Mirror Ghost into a crouched horse stance. For a moment, the armor on the ghost glowed with dark light and filled with black energy, forming a semi-transparent black barrier around its body, quite mysterious.

Yang Xiao had seen a similar move on the Demon Sect Vajra before, but the Vajra’s defense was clearly much stronger. The black defensive shell was more solid, and even when Yang Xiao was in a drug-enhanced state, he couldn’t completely break through it.

Brother Ming Yue stepped forward, swinging the black iron staff in his hand like the wind, and with a powerful Mountain Opening Formation, smashed it against the Mirror Ghost’s strongest defensive spot. freewebnσvel.cøm

With a loud "bang," the Mirror Ghost’s body only shook slightly, while Brother Ming Yue was knocked back half a step.

"It blocked it..." Yang Xiao clenched his fists, secretly cheering for the Mirror Ghost.

"Continue," Second Demon Taoist said. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Whew—" Seemingly recognizing the extraordinary nature of the armor, Brother Ming Yue became obviously more cautious this time, his expression turning serious as he gripped the iron staff with both hands.

In the next second, as he heavily took a step, Yang Xiao vaguely felt the ground shake, and then Brother Ming Yue’s figure rushed toward the Mirror Ghost at an incredible speed, leaving behind afterimages.

"Bang!"

This attack wasn’t a smash but a sweep after gathering momentum, and the result was immediate, as it directly pushed the Mirror Ghost sliding back 3 to 4 meters.

The black defensive shell dimmed considerably, but still wasn’t broken.

Seeing this, Brother Ming Yue’s demeanor suddenly changed. At that moment, Yang Xiao felt Brother Ming Yue had become much stranger. Just as he was about to continue his attack, he was stopped by Second Demon Taoist, "That’s enough, stand down, your heart demon is stirring again."

Hearing this, Monk Ming Yue halted, looking somewhat regretfully at the Mirror Ghost, then put down the iron staff in his hand.

Moments later, the evil aura surrounding Brother Ming Yue slowly dissipated, and at the same time, the oppressive feeling weighing on Yang Xiao’s heart disappeared as well.

Yang Xiao roughly understood; Brother Ming Yue’s true strength was at least at the peak of Ghost Level, and releasing the heart demon would only make him stronger.

"This is a Nether-level Magical Artifact, very impressive, but still not enough to withstand Ming Yue’s attacks. This kid is stubborn and only strikes the sturdiest spots. If it were an enemy, it would be different," Second Demon Taoist commented. "With this magic artifact, in full defense, it’s difficult for an ordinary Ghost-level Apostle to break through this puppet’s defense."

Yang Xiao once used the Mirror Ghost to block an attack from the Bone Burning Taoist of Withered Bone Pavilion, but since it happened suddenly, the Mirror Ghost was still injured by the Taoist.

Doing the math, finding a perfect defensive opportunity in battle is almost impossible, a point Sheng Yanlin had once reminded him of.

But no matter what, with this magic artifact at his side, injuring the Mirror Ghost severely becomes much more difficult, giving Yang Xiao an additional ace up his sleeve.

"Are there any other magic artifacts?" Second Demon Taoist glanced through the curtain, his gaze putting pressure on Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao flipped his palm, and a long knife with an ancient and grand design appeared in his hand, "And this sword, acquired from the Esoteric Sect; it belonged to a predecessor from the Patrol Defense Office left in the Esoteric Sect territory."

To Yang Xiao’s surprise, as soon as the sword appeared, the temperature at the scene instantly dropped, and goosebumps rose on his arm—an instinctual human response to danger.

"Sword Lord Mo Wentian!" Second Demon Taoist exclaimed, unusually.

Yang Xiao was surprised, "You know this person?"

"I know him too well, it’s thanks to him that I have these crippled legs!" The always seated Second Demon Taoist’s voice carried a hint of killing intent.