Chapter 13823 Besieging Ling Xiao
Chapter 13823 Besieging Ling Xiao
The Ice Saint's fingertips gently passed through the void, as if writing mysterious runes in the air. In a flash, thousands of ice crystals condensed into a majestic ice dragon, howling towards the sky.
The flame in the palm of the Flame Saint's palm suddenly exploded and burned fiercely, turning into a fire phoenix reborn from the fire, flapping its wings and flying high.
But the Shadow Demon ignored it and simply waved his wings lightly. The dark purple ice blade wrapped in ancient spells shot out like a deadly hidden weapon.
The Ice Dragon and Fire Phoenix instantly disintegrated under the impact of the ice blade, turning into countless ice chips and sparks that flew away.
The protective aura of the Ice and Flame Saints trembled violently. The two could not withstand the impact and were forced to retreat again and again.
The ground beneath their feet was cut into deep grooves, which was a shocking sight.
"My goodness, what on earth is this golden collar that can summon such a terrifying demon!" A hint of ecstasy flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and the light was like a hungry wolf in the dark seeing its prey.
The beast head on the bloodthirsty knife in his hand swallowed and let out a low roar, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
The red light on the blade suddenly increased, like a blood-red sun.
The bloody demon power around him surged wildly like surging waves. A hundred-foot-long blood-red shadow condensed behind him. The shadow bared its fangs and brandished its claws, emitting a terrifying aura.
Just as he was about to press on and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, the space suddenly twisted and deformed like a piece of crumpled silk.
Then, a barrier flashing purple lightning unfolded out of thin air, making crackling sounds.
The old man and the woman who had escaped earlier appeared among them. The weapon in the old man's hand was absorbing and exhaling the power of the stars, and every time he swung it, it seemed as if he wanted to pick the stars off.
The woman gently waved the jade fan in her hand, and the poison dripping from the fan fell on the ground, instantly corroding deep pits, and pungent smoke rose up.
What was even more frightening was that twelve powerful men wearing black iron armor slowly stepped out from the twisted space.
Their armor was thick and cold, with dark red magic patterns flowing between the cracks, like burning magma.
The twelve men moved in unison, and when they swung their spears, a bloody mist arose, filling the air with a fishy smell.
Their low roars gathered together to form a powerful sound wave, as if it were real, which made Ling Xiao's ears bleed and his head dizzy.
The leading warrior thrust his halberd fiercely into the ground. With a loud thud, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles seemed to be drawn by an invisible giant hand and gathered together crazily.
For a moment, a huge blood-red vortex appeared above his head, with lightning flashing in the vortex and a deafening roar.
These dozen or so strong men in blood-red armor knew very well in their hearts that in terms of strength alone, none of them was a match for Ling Xiao, but they were unwilling to give up just like that.
So, after a brief eye contact, they chose the wiser strategy of joining forces.
Twelve sets of black iron battle armor started up at the same time as if they were ancient machines, making a humming sound like the friction of gears. The sound was dull and harsh, piercing people's hearts.
In an instant, the magic patterns between the gaps in the blood-colored armor seemed to be injected with infinite power, and suddenly increased by more than three times.
The magic patterns were like living magma veins, emitting a terrifyingly hot breath that burned and distorted the surrounding air.
The leading warrior had a stern expression on his face, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly thrust the spear in his hand into the ground.
Where the halberd blade collided with the stone slab, sparks flew, like a grand fireworks display.
At the same time, the other eleven people spread out in tacit understanding, standing in a circle, with the weapons in their hands shining with golden patterns.
Those lines seemed to have life. They swam happily on the surface of the weapon, interweaving with each other, and gradually outlining a giant translucent rune in the air.
The runes slowly rotated, causing the surrounding space to distort, and the void made a crisp sound like shattering glass.
Immediately afterwards, a cage made of blood-colored chains and dark gold array patterns suddenly took shape, trapping Ling Xiao in the center.
Inside the cage, the space was instantly twisted into a strange vortex, as if an invisible giant hand was manipulating everything at will.
Countless tiny cracks in time and space quietly emerged around Ling Xiao. They were like greedy demons, constantly devouring the evil energy emanating from his body.
An invisible yet extremely heavy pressure surged in from all directions, like an anchor sinking continuously in the deep sea, oppressing Ling Xiao mercilessly.
Under this heavy pressure, Ling Xiao's bones could not bear the weight and made crackling sounds, as if they would break at any time.
His Blood Tribulation True Demon power also trembled violently under this pressure, and the blood-colored shadow that was originally a hundred feet high quickly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bloodthirsty knife in his hand seemed to sense the plight of its owner, and it let out an unwilling whine, with the blade trembling slightly, as if protesting against this unfair fate.
"Ling Xiao, today is the day you die!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Hall, wearing snow-white sleeves, watched coldly from a distance. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but speak.
He flicked his sleeves, with a greedy gleam in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.
The jade box hidden in his sleeve was slightly hot at this moment. It was a magic weapon specially made to store the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.
As long as Ling Xiao dies and the Black Sky Sword falls into his hands, he will be able to dominate the entire spiritual world with this sword.
Thinking of this, the holy white light around the Holy Lord suddenly surged, like a scorching sun, colliding violently with the sword in Green Spirit's hand.
With every clash, green thunder exploded in the void, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield like daylight.
However, even so, the Holy Lord still did not forget to pay attention to the battle situation in the cage, for fear of missing any details.
"Stop making so much noise!" Green Spirit's voice was as cold as ice, like the chilly wind in December, piercing and resolute.
Before she finished her words, the sword in her hand suddenly split into thousands of green streams of light.
These streams of light were like nimble fish, weaving freely in the Holy Lord's sword light. Sometimes they turned into sharp spikes, rushing straight to the Holy Lord's face with the force of thunder; sometimes they condensed into shields, steadily blocking the Holy Lord's fierce attack.
When the Holy Lord saw this, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was obviously angered by the Green Spirit's attack.
Every time he waved his hand, it brought up large pieces of white light, like a gorgeous rain of gems, but he could never touch the Green Spirit at all.
Instead, under the Green Spirit's clever attack, they were pressed step by step and retreated again and again.
Soon, the hem of the Holy Lord's white robe was torn into several pieces, making him look extremely miserable.
Outside the cage, twelve Star Realm powerhouses saw this and formed seals with their hands at the same time.
In an instant, huge elemental shadows appeared behind them: a giant dragon wrapped in lightning, roaring to the sky, shaking the whole area, and the rumbling thunder seemed to shatter the heaven and earth; a vortex composed of wind blades made a piercing scream, and everything was cut into pieces wherever it passed; a lotus condensed by flames slowly bloomed, and the high temperature it emitted ignited the surrounding air.
Under the guidance of the blood-colored runes, these phantoms gradually merged and turned into a destructive storm that covered the sky and the sun.
