Chapter 13615 The Tragic Saint

A thick black energy like ink, like a ferocious living creature, was madly rushing into Zhuxue's body with its fangs and claws bared.

This energy was filled with unspeakable brutality and evil, rampaging wildly through his meridians, waging a thrilling, life-and-death battle with his own powerful spiritual power in an attempt to completely control his body.

"No - no - how could this happen!" Zhuxue's voice was filled with fear and despair, and it was sharp and shrill, as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade. His eyes were wide open, filled with endless fear and disbelief, and the expression on his face was as if he had witnessed the most terrifying scene in the world.

"Damn it, let me go, let me go!" He tore his clothes with both hands, his fingers almost sinking into his flesh, leaving blood marks. His body kept twisting and struggling, as if being bitten by thousands of poisonous insects at the same time, and every inch of his skin was suffering from unbearable pain.

The black energy rushed through his body, and every impact was like a heavy hammer hitting his soul, causing him to feel pain. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like beads that had broken off a string, instantly soaking his collar.

As time passed mercilessly, the erosion of black became more and more intense. His eyes were gradually completely swallowed by the darkness. His eyes, which were originally bright and lively, were now shrouded in endless darkness, so deep that not a single light could be seen. Even the whites of his eyes were slowly dyed black, as if they were two bottomless, terrifying black holes.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was suspended not far in front of him. The sword was shaking violently, flashing a strange and cold black light, and continuously supplying black energy to his soul sea, like a greedy python, trying to occupy the place completely, crush and assimilate his soul.

Zhuxue could never have imagined that Ling Xiao, whose strength was still immature in his eyes, could successfully control the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. He had only dropped a drop of blood on it, trying to make it recognize its master, but he suffered such a huge and terrible change.

He was an invincible strong man in the Baoyuan Realm. He was once so majestic and vigorous in this vast continent. In the past, he raised his arm and called for help, and countless strong men bowed down in front of him and were in awe of him.

But now, fate has played a cruel joke on him, and he has fallen into such a miserable state. One day, he will be swallowed whole by the magic sword and become its puppet to be manipulated at will, at the mercy of others.

"No——" A shrill scream suddenly echoed in the secret room. The sound was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the thick air, penetrate the layers of restrictions, and reach the distant sky. During the scream, Zhuxue's eyes turned completely black, and the whole person was completely shrouded in darkness, as if he had been completely assimilated by the magic sword and became a part of the darkness.

However, just when everyone thought that Zhuxue had been completely controlled by the magic sword and had no power to resist, the next moment, his eyes miraculously returned to their original color. Zhuxue slowly raised his head, his movements were slow and stiff, like an ancient puppet that had been reawakened.

An extremely strange smile appeared on his face. The smile was cold and evil, as if it came from an evil spirit from the Nine Nether Hell. It made people shudder and the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze.

"Although Ling Xiao is weak," his voice became low and hoarse, as if it came from another deep, distant and mysterious place in his soul, with an elusive vicissitude and majesty, "he is the successor chosen by this seat, and the key to my future rebirth. Who the hell do you think you are, to dare to covet and snatch the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword."

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly. The seemingly casual movement contained endless power. A powerful and mysterious force instantly enveloped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. The originally raging black energy, under the strong suppression of this force, gradually calmed down like a frightened beast and no longer acted recklessly.

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In the southern part of Zhengqi Hall, a magnificent training hall stands in the middle. The flying eaves and brackets cast deep shadows in the sunlight, adding a sense of solemnity to this solemn place.

However, the atmosphere in the hall at this moment was like falling into an ice cellar, with dead silence and oppression spreading wantonly, making people feel as if every breath was wrapped in frost. Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, and Meng Haoqing were trapped in a desperate situation, and their bodies were tightly imprisoned by a strange and powerful force.

They were young talents with high spirits and outstanding strength. If they were attacked in a fair duel, they would definitely fight to the death with their superb skills and fearless courage. But people's hearts are unpredictable, and they never expected that they would be secretly plotted against by the people they respected and trusted the most.

At this moment, they were trapped in the holy pattern that emitted a deep light. The spiritual power around them seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible but tough spider web, unable to circulate at all. They could only watch the two men and one woman in front of them approaching step by step with creepy and hideous smiles on their faces.

"Master, what on earth is going on?" Ling Bi suppressed the anger and shock in her heart, and her voice was as cold as a frosty blade in the cold night, piercing directly at Yu Zhengqi. Her eyes were wide open, full of anger and confusion, as if questioning why this elder, whom she once regarded as a role model for her teacher, would do such a heinous thing.

Ling Bi's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her body trembled slightly, a sign of extreme anger.

"Abi, there's no need to ask more questions." Xiao Lianzhu looked gloomy and sighed softly, her voice full of helplessness and sadness.

She shook her head slowly, her hair swaying gently with the movement, and her eyes revealed deep regret. "This should be the long-standing and dreaded technique of seizing the foundation among the demonic cultivators. I'm afraid these three people in front of us are going to plunder our foundation and bloodline completely."

She closed her eyes slightly, as if unwilling to face this cruel reality. "It's a pity that we trusted this leader too much. We always thought he was a gentleman who cared for the younger generation and was upright. I didn't expect that he was such a sinister, cunning, and hypocritical hypocrite!"

"Ah——!" Meng Haoqing suddenly let out a deafening roar, the sound was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, full of endless anger and unwillingness. His face was distorted by anger, his muscles were tense, and veins on his forehead bulged, like angry little snakes.

He beat the holy pattern with both hands, again and again, even though his hands were bleeding, he never stopped, but it was all in vain. Although he was not good at speaking and could not express his anger in detail, this roar was enough to make everyone present feel the rage burning in his heart. (End of this chapter)