Chapter 13824: Demon Lord Black Sky Sword Shows Its Power Again

Wherever the storm passed, the air was instantly ignited and turned into a raging fire. The ground also cracked inch by inch, and huge cracks were like hideous scars.

Countless pieces of debris were swept into it, and together with the thunder dragon, wind blade, and fire lotus, they swept towards Ling Xiao, as if to completely submerge him.

The veins on Ling Xiao's forehead bulged, and the bronze arm muscles were tangled together like a coiled dragon.

He clenched his teeth, roared, and plunged the bloodthirsty knife into the ground. The moment the blade sank into the bluestone slab, it was as if two stars collided, splashing several dazzling sparks. The humming sound emitted by the vibration of the blade was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the surrounding gravel as if it would be crushed by this force in the next second.

In an instant, the demonic energy around him was like the boiling magma under a volcano, surging wildly with him as the center. The dark demonic energy surged in the void, gradually condensing into substance, and transformed into countless black holy patterns emitting faint light.

These holy patterns seemed to be living creatures, circling and interweaving flexibly in the air, colliding and merging with each other, and finally forming black shields with dark golden lines flowing on the surface.

Tiny black flames were emitted from the edge of the shield. Although these flames were small, they exuded a destructive aura, burning the approaching storm of destruction with a sizzling sound and sparks flying.

Are you kidding? He is an expert in playing with holy patterns, how could he be easily defeated by these people? "

Ling Xiao thought to himself, a sneer of disdain appeared on his face, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth glowed a strange purple against the background of the magic pattern, adding a bit of evil charm to his already cold face.

However, facing the destructive storm unleashed by the full strength of the twelve powerful warriors, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of this seemingly indestructible holy shield.

Those cracks were like rapidly spreading spider webs in winter, with dark golden light seeping out from every gap, as if the shield had its own "bloodline" that was disintegrating and disappearing at this moment.

Just when everyone thought that Ling Xiao was doomed, he suddenly raised his head with a hideous grin on his face. Blood continued to drip from the corners of his upturned mouth, corroding charred holes on the ground and emitting wisps of black smoke.

He just flicked his fingers and a sharp energy shot out. The bloodthirsty knife that was inserted into the ground instantly turned into a red stream of light, carrying a hot breath and sinking into the palm of his hand.

At the same time, a beam of light wrapped in dark demonic energy shot up into the sky. Electric flashes flashed in the light column, making crackling sounds, and a pitch-black demonic sword slowly emerged.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword!
The ancient runes on the sword are like mysterious spells, emitting a captivating glow that seems to suck people's souls into an endless abyss.

The dragon's head carved on the hilt is lifelike, with its mouth wide open, fangs exposed, and two ruby-like eyes flashing with ferocity, as if to devour all life in the world.

Although Ling Xiao had worked hard to set up a plan with the royal family and made careful plans to make people mistakenly believe that the sword was not in his hands, he bought himself a lot of room to maneuver.

But in the current situation, with powerful enemies surrounding him and his life hanging by a thread, he had no choice but to use this trump card.

What's more, the previous plan did not go so smoothly. The Qin family and the Yu clan did not fight at all, as if they had seen through his plan.

These people seemed to be planning to kill him first to prevent future troubles.

"Sure enough, you're not that easy to fool." A cold light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and the demonic energy around him surged again, like a surging black wave, shaking the blood-colored cage above his head to the point of collapse. The runes on the cage dimmed, as if they were about to break under this powerful force.

In that case, there is no need to hide it, just use it.

When the Holy Lord of the Temple saw this scene, his face, which was originally full of greed, instantly turned as pale as paper, without any blood, and his pupils shrank rapidly to the size of a needle tip.

"Oh no! It's the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword. Retreat quickly! Quickly!" The Holy Lord's voice trembled with fear that was hard to conceal, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

But before he could finish his words, the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword had already emitted a pressure that could suppress the heavens.

The void seemed to be torn apart by this force, and countless tiny space cracks spread on the edge of the sword, like hideous wounds, from which the breath of chaos overflowed.

More than a dozen strong men only felt a mountain-like force descending from the sky, as if tens of millions of mountains were pressing down at the same time. Their knees slammed heavily on the ground, and the collision between their armor and stone slabs made a dull sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent battlefield.

Their bodies seemed to be held down by invisible hands, unable to move, and their faces were filled with pain and despair.

The leading woman and the old man struggled in vain. The spiritual energy around them surged wildly, forming a layer of defensive light curtain on their body surface, trying to break through the pressure.

The woman's hair was dancing wildly and her eyes were wide open. The old man's hair and beard were all standing on end and his hands were forming seals. But in front of the power of the Black Sky Sword, these resistances seemed so insignificant, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. He turned his wrist slightly, and the runes on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword shone brightly, as if countless stars were twinkling on the sword.

A pitch-black sword light carrying monstrous demonic energy cut through the sky and slashed towards the crowd. Wherever the sword light passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, making a piercing scream, like the wail of time and space, as if even time had frozen at this moment. The whole world fell into deathly silence, only this horrifying sword light was raging between heaven and earth.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, as the Demon Lord's natal sword in the past, has an ancient and mysterious god-killing spell engraved on the sword.

Every line is like a scar of time, stained with the blood of countless powerful people, and carrying countless resentments and powers.

Now, Ling Xiao was trapped in a desperate situation of life and death. At that moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the evil power hidden in his body exploded instantly like a ignited powder keg, and produced a strong resonance with the Black Sky Sword.

This resonance was like a key, opening the door to the long-dormant terrifying power in the sword, allowing it to be awakened more.

The sword's dim light suddenly surged, and the light was so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow everything. The whole sword seemed to turn into a mysterious and terrifying black hole in an instant, greedily absorbing the surrounding light, spiritual energy and even the stable space.

Along with this horrifying scene, the sword let out a teeth-grinding scream. The sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, piercing the soul and making people shudder.

A sword beam as black as ink, like the scythe of the god of death in the dark night, tearing through the sky.

Wherever it passed, the space seemed like a fragile mirror, instantly showing dense spider-web-like cracks.

The sword light carried a terrifying pressure like the creation of the world, and its speed was so fast that it was impossible to capture its trajectory with the naked eye. Only a vague black afterimage could be seen, as if it had never really existed, but it had actually changed everything around it.

In the face of this terrifying sword light, more than a dozen powerful men from the Holy Temple, including the old man and the woman, had no time to react.