Chapter 13742 Dazhen Dynasty Emperor

Chapter 13742 Dazhen Dynasty Emperor
A dazzling golden light burst out from Ling Xiao's body, and the ancestor's clone suddenly appeared behind everyone in the temple.

This clone is surrounded by ancient and mysterious runes, each of which exudes a powerful pressure that distorts the surrounding air.

In an instant, before the warriors of the Holy Temple could react, the ancestor's clone had already shuttled through the crowd like a ghost.

In its hand, it held a sharp blade made of light. Wherever it passed, blood splattered, and several Templar warriors were killed instantly. Their bodies seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and before they could even scream, they had already fallen into a pool of blood.

At the same time, Ling Xiao howled to the sky, and the demonic energy surged around him, activating the Nine Transformations of the True Demon. His body began to undergo strange changes, black demonic patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, and his eyes became blood red, emitting a strange light.

As the True Demon Nine Transformations were activated, the power of the Blood Tribulation True Demon burst out like a surging tide. In an instant, all the Saint Temple warriors in front felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats.

Their blood seemed to be frozen and unable to flow smoothly, and even running their skills became extremely difficult. The weaker the warriors were, the stronger this feeling became. Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and expressions of pain appeared on their faces.

Under this powerful pressure, only Yaohuo could barely resist. He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and held the weapon tightly in his hands, trying to resist this force. However, his body was also shaking slightly, obviously under great pressure.

The killing begins now!
Countless red lines, like agile venomous snakes, suddenly released from the bodies of these warriors and shot towards Ling Xiao at a high speed. These red lines carried the blood and vitality of the warriors and continuously injected into Ling Xiao's body. Ling Xiao greedily absorbed this power, and his aura became stronger and stronger.

At that moment, dozens of Holy Temple warriors were killed by this terrifying force, leaving Yaohuo standing alone.

He looked at the tragic scene in front of him, with a look of horror and anger on his face, and couldn't help but roar: "Damn it! You actually broke through!" At this time, Yaohuo really realized that they had seriously underestimated Ling Xiao. The people they sent were simply vulnerable in front of Ling Xiao.

Without any hesitation, Yaohuo turned and fled. He knew that if he stayed any longer, his life would be in danger. His figure was like a meteor, escaping quickly into the distance.

Ling Xiao did not chase after them. On the one hand, he was immersed in the process of absorbing the blood and qi of the warriors of the Holy Hall, feeling the power surging in his body; on the other hand, he was also worried that the Holy Hall would set up an ambush. If he chased after them rashly, he might fall into danger, which would not be worth the loss.

As for the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, he was not worried at all. After a long period of adjustment, he and the sword were now in tune with each other.

As long as he thought about it, the sword would return to his hand instantly, which was the fundamental reason why he dared to throw the sword away. He didn't expect that there would be a fool who dared to take this dangerous sword.

After absorbing the Qi and blood at the scene, Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He called Qin Xianglan, "Let's go, we can't stay here anymore. If we stay, there will be greater danger."

After that, he took Qin Xianglan with him and disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a messy battlefield, witnessing the thrilling battle that had just taken place.

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At the same time, in an extremely secret cave in the Dazhen Dynasty, a dense dark demonic aura was like thick ink, surging and spreading wantonly, shrouding the entire cave in a gloomy atmosphere.

On the walls of the cave, strange runes flashed with a cold light, and from time to time there were bursts of eerie ghost howlings, as if countless wronged souls were trapped inside, struggling and screaming.

A man in black held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly with his hands trembling slightly. The faint light emitted by the sword echoed with the demonic energy in the cave, reflecting his face which was distorted with excitement.

If anyone knew this person, they would be shocked to find out that he was Liu Wu, the emperor of the Dazhen Dynasty. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, flashing with madness and greed, as if he saw the hope of the royal family's rise.

"Your Majesty, this sword is evil. Everyone knows that it will backfire on its master. Do we really want to keep it?" Next to Liu Wu stood the current imperial teacher Yang Boqing. Yang Boqing frowned, his face full of worry, his eyes swept back and forth between the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and Liu Wu, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Liu Wu sighed deeply and said slowly: "How could I not know the huge danger hidden in it? But there is no other way at the moment. My royal family has been dormant and preparing for so many years, just to get rid of the control of the Holy Church and regain the power of the Dazhen Dynasty, instead of continuing to be a puppet of the Holy Church. This sword is our hope for a comeback!"

At this point, a hint of determination flashed in Liu Wu's eyes.

"It's probably difficult to accomplish great things with just a sword, right?" Yang Boqing looked puzzled, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Liu Wu raised his lips and revealed a mysterious smile: "This sword may not directly make our royal family stronger, but it is a major threat to the Holy Church and the nemesis of the Holy Church. If we use it to deal with the Holy Church, it will definitely play a huge role."

Hearing this, Yang Boqing smiled and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is thoughtful and far-sighted. It is I who was not thoughtful enough and thought wrongly."

Liu Wu stared at Yang Boqing with a sharp gaze, and continued, "Seizing the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword will have another wonderful effect. They would never have thought that it was our royal family who did it. After all, our royal family is weak and we don't even have a Star Realm warrior. In their eyes, we don't have the courage to snatch this sword."

"They will be suspicious of each other, suspecting that the other party has taken the sword, which will lead to fighting and killing each other. In the end, we can reap the benefits and watch them kill each other and consume each other's strength." Liu Wu became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his hands in the air, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Yang Boqing nodded and said confidently: "Regarding this, I have already made arrangements. The Qin family will see the Yu clan taking the sword away, and the Yu clan will also see the Qin family taking the sword away. The two sides will definitely fight over this and fall into an endless dispute."

Liu Wu laughed with satisfaction, and his laughter echoed in the gloomy cave, interweaving with the strange light emitted by the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, as if foreshadowing that a bigger storm was about to come.

However, at this moment, something strange happened. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand disappeared out of thin air at the moment he laughed.