Chapter 13129 Hand over the person and I will leave

Those holy patterns intertwined with each other, forming a large and complex holy pattern formation, like an invisible giant net, firmly guarding the palace.

"The fifth-level Holy Mark Formation is indeed not weak, enough to scare away many powerful people. However, in my eyes, it is not worth mentioning! It is useless!" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, but there was no fear in his tone.

He stared at the holy pattern array, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he was examining an insignificant toy.

Afterwards, Ling Xiao did not move, but just raised his hand lightly, tapping his fingertips repeatedly in the air. Every time he tapped, it seemed as if some mysterious power was surging, creating a subtle resonance with those holy patterns.

A moment later, tiny cracks began to appear on the originally indestructible holy pattern formation, and then the cracks quickly expanded, and finally shattered, turning into points of light and dissipating into nothingness.

This scene caused the surrounding space to tremble, as if even the heaven and earth changed color. However, Ling Xiao seemed to have done something very ordinary, and his face still maintained that indifference and composure.

Then, he flashed and arrived in front of the palace gate. He swung the long sword in his hand suddenly, and a bright sword light cut through the night sky, with the power of destroying the world, fiercely slashing on the heavy gate.

boom!
A deafening roar was heard, and the entire palace gate collapsed in an instant, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

At the same time, countless tiny blade beams shot out from the broken gate like raindrops, raging wildly in the surroundings. Wherever they passed, whether it was the hard stone wall or the ancient tree, they were all turned into powder under the blade beams.

A moment later, when everything had settled, the once solemn and mysterious palace had become fragmented and in ruins. Ling Xiao stood quietly in the ruins, his figure appearing particularly lonely and powerful under the light.

Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty long knife in his hand, like a beast awakened by blood, and suddenly rushed forward. Although the sunlight was bright, it seemed unable to penetrate the space shrouded in the aura of killing.

As he walked, the bloodthirsty knife drew silver tracks in the air. Every swing was accompanied by a bloodthirsty buzzing sound, as if the knife itself had an endless desire for blood.

Not only did it cut through obstacles, but every time it came into contact with a living being, it greedily devoured its blood and essence, making the blade appear even more scarlet and eerie.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which intertwined with the sounds of cutting all around, forming a heart-pounding melody of death.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss. That was the sound of the blade cutting flesh and tearing the air. Each sound was so clear and so cold, as if telling the end of one life after another.

On this road stained red by bloodshed, Ling Xiao finally arrived in front of the huge blood-red gate.

This door is more than ten feet wide, like a portal to another world. The bright red color on the door panel seems to be painted with countless blood, revealing a suffocating gloom and terror.

Above the door lintel, three large characters "Huangquan Road" are clearly visible. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, yet reveals an unspeakable desolation and despair.

The door was half-closed, as if silently inviting Ling Xiao to step into this unknown territory. Inside the door was a deep darkness, which seemed to hide countless unknown dangers and secrets, making people feel fearful.

However, there was no sign of retreat in Ling Xiao's eyes. In his heart there was only curiosity about the unknown and a desire for power.

"We are very close. This should be the real core of Huangquan Bulao Mountain." In the magic needle space, the voice of the Demon Soul King sounded at the right time, with a hint of excitement and anticipation that was difficult to conceal.

This voice echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, further strengthening his determination to move forward. He knew very well what kind of world he was about to step into, but he also knew that only by facing it bravely could he uncover the layers of fog and find his own answers.

In the afterglow of the day, the Yellow Springs Road looked particularly eerie, as if even the light was swallowed by this deep path, leaving only mottled shadows dancing around. Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity, and his brows knitted slightly, forming a deep ravine, revealing his inner uneasiness and caution.

He took a deep breath, slowly formed seals with his hands, and a black gas rose from his palms, quickly condensing into a shadow clone of the demon that looked exactly like him. This clone seemed to have an independent soul, with a cold light flashing in its eyes, and then resolutely stepped into the road to the unknown underworld.

Just a moment later, the originally peaceful space was suddenly torn apart by a deafening roar. The sound was like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

Ling Xiao's heart tightened as he suddenly felt the connection between himself and his clone become blurred, until it was completely severed. A hint of surprise and uneasiness flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He frowned slightly again, looking deeply at the Yellow Springs Road that swallowed up his clone, thinking secretly in his heart.

The road to the underworld was indeed full of dangers, far beyond his expectations. But he did not back down, instead, a sneer appeared on his lips, which was a kind of contempt for unknown challenges and confidence in his own strength. He was preparing to release more Sky Demon Shadow Clones to explore the mysteries of this mysterious road.

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice suddenly sounded on Huangquan Road. The voice seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and space and echoed directly in his ears:

"What do you think my Huangquan Bulao Mountain is? Can you just enter if you want?"

This voice contained endless majesty and power, which made Ling Xiao involuntarily stop what he was doing and fix his eyes on the direction where the voice came from.

At this time, an old man slowly walked out from the depths of the Yellow Springs Road. His figure appeared particularly tall in the dim light, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on the vein of time, carrying an indescribable vicissitudes and majesty.

The old man was wearing a blood-red robe and holding a long sword in his right hand. The blade of the sword was also blood-red. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, as if ready to cut through the air at any time.

There was also a skull mark between his eyebrows. The mark seemed to be carved out of the deepest darkness, flashing with a faint green light. It looked hideous and terrifying. The skull's eyes were staring at Ling Xiao, as if it could see through the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Ling Xiao stood there with an indifferent look. He glanced at the old man lightly, and a trace of disdain and determination flashed in his deep eyes: "Although this Huangquan Bulao Mountain is mysterious, it is not a place that I, Ling Xiao, must enter. Hand over Xiao Lianzhu, and there will be no connection between you and me. I will find a way to leave and will not disturb you anymore."

(End of this chapter)