Chapter 13251 Netherworld Cold Fire

Chapter 13251 Netherworld Cold Fire
The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was the trace left by the burning of vegetation. And all this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving people no time to react.

Seeing this scene, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the two Rakshasa demons. They turned around without hesitation and ran backwards quickly until they were away from the dangerous area.

They knew very well the horror of this Netherworld Cold Fire. That icy flame contained enough power to destroy everything.

At this moment, if they don't run away, once they are affected, the consequences will be disastrous. Their figures quickly shuttled through the woods, as if they were racing against time, and every breath was filled with tension and fear.

The masked young man stared at Ling Xiao coldly, with a faint smile on his lips, which revealed a hint of teasing and confidence.

"This fire is called Netherworld Cold Fire. I was lucky enough to obtain it and control it. It ranks third on the Divine Fire List and is extremely powerful. You can try its power."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

As the words fell, he gently waved his arm, and the Netherworld Cold Fire seemed to be given life, instantly transforming into a huge skull shape, carrying the breath of death, and rushing towards Ling Xiao with a roar.

Wherever the flames passed, the space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force; even the air stopped flowing, and everything was shrouded in a layer of cold silence.

"It's over!" Hua Shan's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with fear and despair. Although he had never seen the Netherworld Cold Fire with his own eyes, he was already familiar with the legends about this strange object in the world.

It was an existence that was enough to make the strong tremble, and its power was so strong that Ling Xiao could never resist it.

He stared at Ling Xiao closely, praying silently in his heart, hoping that a miracle would happen. However, facing the terrifying flames, Ling Xiao's figure seemed so small and helpless, as if he would be swallowed up at any time.

However, facing the blazing power of the Netherworld Cold Fire, Ling Xiao was stunned for just a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The bloodthirsty knife and the god-killing sword in his hands seemed to sense the master's intention and instantly turned into two streams of light and were taken back into his body.

Then, a deeper and more evil aura surged out of his body, and he slowly took out a long sword that was completely black and exuded a strong demonic aura - the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

As soon as the sword came out, the air around it seemed to be corroded by its evil aura, becoming heavy and oppressive. On the sword, magic patterns flowed, wriggling like a living thing, releasing heart-pounding fluctuations.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it would burst out with devastating power at any time.

The moment the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword appeared in front of everyone, the Netherworld Cold Fire that had been rushing towards them ferociously actually stopped, as if it felt the deep threat from the sword and did not dare to move forward even a bit.

The flame stagnated in the air, forming a delicate confrontation with the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword.

When the masked young man saw this, a trace of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Ling Xiao intently, and a difficult and hoarse voice came out of his throat: "What is that!" His voice was full of shock and confusion, as if at this moment, all his confidence and pride were shattered by this magic sword.

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, his eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

"Haven't you always wanted to snatch the treasure from me? This is the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that you have always dreamed of." His tone was calm and firm, as if he was showing a rare treasure to the masked young man, and as if he was silently declaring his strength and determination.

"The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword! So that's it!" A hint of fanaticism and excitement flashed in the masked young man's eyes. Although he had heard that Ling Xiao had treasures on him before, he always had some doubts and disbelief in his heart.

However, at this moment, when he witnessed with his own eyes the monstrous demonic energy and supreme pressure emanating from the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, all his doubts disappeared.

The power of this magic sword was far beyond his imagination. Even the ghost banner in his hand seemed to pale in front of this magic sword.

He secretly thought in his heart that if he could combine the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord with the Netherworld Cold Fire, the power would reach an unprecedented level of terror. Once such an idea arose, it spread like wildfire and could no longer be contained.

Thinking of this, the masked young man suddenly slammed his palm towards the ground. His palm seemed to contain infinite power, which resonated violently with the earth.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, countless black flames burst out from deep underground like awakened demons. They intertwined and swirled in the air, and finally condensed into black tornadoes, roaring towards Ling Xiao with destructive power.

Those fire tornadoes raged in the sky, and wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind dark cracks.

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the masked young man. He didn't believe that Ling Xiao could block these overwhelming and ubiquitous attacks one by one.

In his eyes, Ling Xiao was already a dead man, and the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was about to become his possession.

"Seal!" Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his voice was low and powerful, as if carrying unquestionable majesty. He raised his hand and pressed lightly, and an indescribable force surged from his palm and spread to the ground below.

Then, a huge thick earth dragon soul broke through the air, emitting an earth-yellow light all over its body, like the god of the earth descending, and plunged into the already cracked ground.

With the influx of the thick earth dragon soul, the cracks seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to slowly heal, as if time had flowed backwards and everything had returned to the starting point. The ground became flat and solid again, and the Netherworld Cold Fire's attempt to burst out from the ground was completely curbed.

"Freeze!" Ling Xiao's voice rang out again. This time, his tone was more resolute and cold.

As the words fell, a Kuishui dragon soul flew out immediately. It was crystal clear and emitted a faint blue light, like the arrival of the God of Ice.

The Kuishui Dragon Soul circled in the air for a circle, then swooped down suddenly, freezing the ground that had just been sealed by the Houtu Dragon Soul again.

This freezing was more thorough than any previous one. The ground seemed to be covered by a thick layer of ice, becoming extremely hard without even a crack. The Netherworld Cold Fire was trapped underground, unable to move.

Seeing this, the masked young man's eyes flashed with surprise and unwillingness. He was just stunned for a moment, then reacted, his body suddenly accelerated, like a black lightning, leaped up, and pounced towards Ling Xiao.

In his hand, a long sword appeared out of thin air, and a faint green light flowed on the sword, as clear as autumn water.