Chapter 13172 Hand over the person and I will leave

The holy patterns intertwined with each other, forming a huge and complex holy pattern array, like an invisible giant net, firmly guarding the palace.

"The fifth-level holy pattern array is indeed not weak, enough to deter many powerful people. But in my eyes, it is not worth mentioning! It is useless!" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, but there was no fear in his tone.

He stared at the holy pattern array, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he was examining an insignificant toy.

Then, Ling Xiao did not move, but just raised his hand lightly, and his fingertips moved repeatedly in the void. Every time he moved, it seemed that some mysterious power was surging, and it had a subtle resonance with those holy patterns.

After a while, the originally indestructible holy pattern array began to show tiny cracks, and then the cracks quickly expanded, and finally shattered, turning into dots of light and dissipating into the invisible.

This scene made the surrounding space tremble, as if even the sky and the earth changed color. However, Ling Xiao seemed to have done something that was nothing out of the ordinary, and his face still maintained that indifference and calmness.

Then, he flashed and arrived in front of the palace gate. He swung the long sword in his hand suddenly, and a dazzling sword light cut through the night sky, with the power of destroying the world, and fiercely slashed on the heavy gate.

Boom!

A deafening roar sounded, and the entire palace gate instantly collapsed, turning into countless fragments and flying everywhere.

At the same time, countless tiny sword lights shot out from the broken gate like raindrops, raging wildly around, and wherever they passed, whether it was the hard stone wall or the ancient tree, they were all turned into dust under this sword light.

A moment later, when everything settled, the once solemn and mysterious palace had become fragmented and in ruins. And Ling Xiao, standing quietly in the ruins, his figure appeared particularly lonely and powerful under the light.

Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty long knife in his hand, like a beast awakened by blood, and suddenly rushed forward. Although the sunlight was bright, it seemed unable to penetrate the space shrouded in the breath of killing.

With his steps, the bloodthirsty knife drew silver tracks in the air, and every swing was accompanied by a bloodthirsty hum, as if the knife itself had an endless desire for blood.

It not only cut off the obstacles, but also greedily devoured the blood and essence every time it came into contact with a living body, making the blade look more scarlet and weird.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, intertwined with the cutting sounds around, forming a heart-pounding death movement.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi, that was the sound of the blade cutting flesh and tearing the air, each sound was so clear and so cold, as if telling the end of one life after another.

On this road stained red by killing, Ling Xiao finally came to the blood-red giant gate.

The door is more than ten feet wide, like a portal to another world. The bright red color on the door panel seems to be stained with countless blood, revealing a suffocating gloom and horror.

On the lintel, three big characters "Huangquan Road" are clearly visible. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, but it reveals an unspeakable desolation and despair.

The door is half-closed, as if silently inviting Ling Xiao to step into this unknown area. Inside the door, there is a deep darkness, and countless unknown dangers and secrets seem to be hidden in the darkness, which makes people feel fear involuntarily.

However, there is no trace of retreat in Ling Xiao's eyes. His heart is only curious about the unknown and the desire for power.

"Very close, this should be the real core of Huangquan Bulao Mountain." In the magic needle space, the voice of the Demon Soul King sounded at the right time, with a trace of excitement and expectation that is difficult to conceal.

This voice echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, and it further strengthened his determination to move forward. He knew very well what kind of world he was about to step into, but he also understood that only by facing it bravely could he uncover the layers of fog and find his own answer.

In the afterglow of the day, the Yellow Spring Road looked particularly gloomy, as if even the light was swallowed by this deep path, leaving only mottled shadows dancing around. Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity, and his brows slightly frowned, forming a deep ravine, revealing his inner uneasiness and caution.

He took a deep breath, slowly formed seals with his hands, and a black gas rose from his palms, quickly condensing into a Sky Demon Shadow clone that was exactly like him. This clone seemed to have an independent soul, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and then resolutely stepped into the Yellow Spring Road leading to the unknown.

Just a moment later, the originally peaceful space was suddenly torn apart by a deafening roar, and the sound roared like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

Ling Xiao's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt that the connection between him and his clone suddenly became blurred, until it was completely severed. A trace of surprise and uneasiness flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure.

He frowned again, looking deeply at the Yellow Spring Road that swallowed his clone, thinking secretly in his heart.

This Yellow Spring Road was indeed full of dangers, far beyond his expectations. But he did not retreat because of this, but instead raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of contempt for unknown challenges and confidence in his own strength. He was about to release more Heavenly Demon Shadow clones to explore the mystery of this mysterious road.

At this moment, a low and majestic voice suddenly sounded on the Yellow Spring Road, and the voice seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and space and echoed directly in his ears:

"What do you think my Huangquan Bulao Mountain is? You can enter if you want?"

The voice contained endless majesty and power, which made Ling Xiao stop his actions involuntarily and locked his eyes on the direction where the voice came from.

At this time, an old man slowly walked out from the depths of Huangquan Road. His figure looked particularly tall in the dim light. Every step seemed to be stepping on the veins of time, with an indescribable vicissitude and majesty.

The old man was wearing a blood-red robe. In his right hand, he held a long sword. The blade was also blood-red. The tip of the sword gently touched the ground, as if ready to cut through the air at any time.

There was also a skull mark on his forehead. The mark seemed to be carved with the deepest night, flashing with a dark green light, looking hideous and terrifying. The eyes of the skull were staring at Ling Xiao, as if they could see through the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Ling Xiao stood there with an indifferent look. He glanced at the old man lightly, and a trace of disdain and determination flashed in his deep eyes: "Although this Huangquan Bulao Mountain is mysterious, it is not a place that I, Ling Xiao, must enter. Hand over Xiao Lianzhu, and there will be no connection between you and me. I will find a way to leave and will not disturb you anymore."