Chapter 13251 Netherworld Cold Fire

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was the trace left by the burning of vegetation. And all this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving people no time to react.

Seeing this scene, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the two Rakshasa demons. They turned around without hesitation and ran back quickly until they were away from the dangerous area.

They knew the horror of the Netherworld Cold Fire. The cold flame contained enough power to destroy everything.

At this moment, if they did not escape, the consequences would be disastrous if they were affected. Their figures shuttled quickly between the woods, as if they were racing against time, and every breath was full of tension and fear.

The masked young man stared at Ling Xiao coldly, with a faint smile on his lips, revealing a hint of teasing and confidence.

"This fire is called the Netherworld Cold Fire. I was lucky enough to get it and control it. It ranks third on the Divine Fire List and is extremely powerful. You can try its power."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was telling something insignificant.

As the words fell, he gently waved his arm, and the Netherworld Cold Fire seemed to be given life, instantly turning into a huge skull shape, with the breath of death, whistling towards Ling Xiao.

Wherever the flames passed, the space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, even the air stopped flowing, and everything was shrouded in a layer of cold silence.

"It's over!" Hua Shan's face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were full of fear and despair. Although he had never seen the Netherworld Cold Fire with his own eyes, he had long been familiar with the legends about this strange object in the world.

It was an existence that was enough to make the strong tremble, and its power was so strong that Ling Xiao could never resist it.

He stared at Ling Xiao closely, praying silently in his heart, hoping that a miracle would happen. However, facing this terrifying flame, Ling Xiao's figure seemed so small and helpless, as if he would be swallowed up at any time.

However, facing the raging power of the Netherworld Cold Fire, Ling Xiao was only stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The bloodthirsty knife and the God-killing Sword in his hands seemed to sense the master's intention, and instantly turned into two streams of light, which were taken back into his body.

Then, a deeper and more evil breath surged out of his body, and a long sword that was completely black and exuded a strong demonic aura - the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, was slowly taken out by him.

As soon as this sword came out, the air around it seemed to be corroded by its evil aura, becoming heavy and oppressive. On the sword body, the magic pattern flowed, wriggling like a living thing, releasing a heart-pounding fluctuation.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it would burst out with the power of destroying the world at any time.

When the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword appeared in front of everyone, the Netherworld Cold Fire that had originally rushed over fiercely stopped, as if it felt the deep threat from the sword and did not dare to move forward even half a step.

The flame stagnated in the air, forming a subtle confrontation with the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Seeing this, the masked young man flashed a trace of disbelief and horror in his eyes.

He stared at Ling Xiao intently, and his throat made a difficult and hoarse voice: "What is that!" His voice was full of shock and confusion, as if at this moment, all his confidence and pride were defeated by this magic sword.

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, revealing a bit of sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.

"Haven't you always wanted to rob the treasure on me? This is the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword you have always dreamed of." His tone was calm and firm, as if he was showing a rare treasure to the masked young man, and as if he was silently declaring his strength and determination.

"Demon Lord Black Sky Sword! So that's it!" A trace of enthusiasm and excitement flashed in the eyes of the masked young man. Although he had heard that Ling Xiao had treasures before, he always had some doubts and disbelief in his heart.

However, at this moment, when he witnessed the monstrous demonic energy and supreme pressure emitted by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, all his doubts disappeared.

The power of this magic sword far exceeded his imagination. Even the ghost banner in his hand seemed to be eclipsed by this magic sword.

He thought to himself that if he could combine the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword with the Netherworld Cold Fire, the power would reach an unprecedented level of terror. Once such an idea arose, it would spread like wildfire and could no longer be contained.

Thinking of this, the masked young man suddenly slammed his palm to the ground. His palm seemed to contain infinite power and resonated violently with the earth.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, countless black flames burst out from the depths of the ground like awakened demons. They intertwined and rotated in the air, and finally condensed into black tornadoes, with destructive power, roaring towards Ling Xiao.

Those flame tornadoes raged in the air, and wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving dark cracks.

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the masked young man. He didn't believe that Ling Xiao could still block these overwhelming and ubiquitous attacks one by one.

In his eyes, Ling Xiao was already a dead man, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was about to become his possession.

"Seal!" Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his voice was low and powerful, as if carrying unquestionable majesty. He raised his hand and pressed lightly, and an indescribable force surged from his palm and spread to the ground below.

Then, a huge thick earth dragon soul broke through the air, emitting a yellowish earth light all over its body, like the god of the earth descending, and fell into the already cracked ground.

With the influx of the thick earth dragon soul, the cracks seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to heal slowly, as if time was flowing backwards and everything was back to square one. The ground became flat and solid again, and the Netherworld Cold Fire's attempt to burst out from the ground was completely curbed.

"Freeze!" Ling Xiao's voice sounded again, and this time, his tone was more resolute and cold.

As the words fell, a Kuishui dragon soul also flew out. It was crystal clear and emitted a faint blue light, like the God of Ice.

The Kuishui dragon soul circled in the air for a week, then swooped down and froze the ground that had just been sealed by the thick earth dragon soul again.

This time the freezing was more thorough than any previous time. The ground seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, becoming extremely hard, without even a crack left. The Netherworld Cold Fire was trapped underground and could no longer move.

Seeing this, the masked young man flashed a trace of astonishment and unwillingness in his eyes. He was just stunned for a moment, then reacted, and his body suddenly accelerated, like a black lightning, leaping towards Ling Xiao.

In his hand, a long sword appeared out of thin air, and a faint green light flowed on the sword, as clear as autumn water.