4650. Chapter 4650: Bloodline of Mingye

Chapter 4650 Ming Ye’s Bloodline

"Alas, it seems that the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword will inevitably follow in the footsteps of the Holy Maiden of Huanzhen." The Holy Son of Wanjian sighed.

"Sage Son of Heavenly Sword will not lose to him so easily." Saint Son of Chongtian clenched his fists and said.

"Sage of Heavenly Sword, you can do it, right?" Holy Son Yunfeng murmured with lack of confidence.

Seeing Lin Chen who was about to be swallowed up by the netherworld, the confidence of the Holy Son Yunfeng and others in Lin Chen began to waver, let alone the other disciples.

The three of Holy Son Xuhuai looked at each other, and then looked at the frowning Holy Lady Huanzhen, remembering that they were all defeated by Holy Son Mingye in this way.

Looking at the current Heavenly Sword Saint, it seems that he is on this road of failure.

Lin Chen's situation is extremely bad now. He has been forced to the end of the sword platform by the nether world, and there is no way out.

"If you can't crack his netherworld from the outside, then I'll crack it from the inside."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat, his face became firm, and he immediately took the scroll of the Dragon Sword and took the initiative to enter the underworld.

"Oh, why didn't he resist and instead took the initiative to send him in?" Saint Wanjian said sadly.

"It's over."

Holy Son Chongtian shook his head and sighed, Holy Son Xuhuai and others also remained silent, and Holy Son Yunfeng, Liangyi Sword Emperor and others looked worried.

Everything seemed to be destined for Lin Chen's defeat.

"What a powerful force of the underworld."

Entering the Netherworld, Lin Chen immediately felt the surging power of the Netherworld, which was more powerful than the Sword Dao, Lightning Divine Dao and Space Divine Dao.

The eyes are dark, lonely, and empty, and there is no sound. The atmosphere is extremely depressing. Those who are not strong-willed will have a mental breakdown.

call out!

Hearing only a sword whistle, Lin Chen saw an ink sword passing from left to right, as fast as a ghost, and impossible to guard against.

Lin Chen flapped the wings of life to avoid it, stimulated the blood of the God of Life to the extreme, injected it into the Wandering Dragon Sword, and slashed forward.

His mental power has captured the traces of the Holy Son of the Night, hiding in the depths of the Netherworld, where there is endless darkness.

The sword energy soared into the sky, and the blazing white sword light illuminated the netherworld, striking like a meteor with a flying sword.

The surging power of the netherworld was split open and submerged into the boundless darkness. There was a loud rumbling sound and a wave of dark energy burst out.

"go!"

Lin Chen drank softly, and the Dragon-Wandering Sword flew out from his hand, carrying the energy of life, as graceful as a dragon, splitting the energy of darkness in half, and entered it.

The next moment, Lin Chen stepped into the dark world with a surging white light. His eyes were like swords, and he quickly met the eyes of the Holy Son of Mingye.

A smile appeared on Mingye's lips and he said: "Did you know? Saint Huanzhen and Xuhuai all came in, but without exception, they were all defeated by me. You will become the fifth one." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards Lin Chen. The black sword returned to his hand like a flying swallow returning to its nest, blooming with the light of the netherworld sword.

As a buzzing sound sounded, lines of netherworld veins spread out from his body and surrounded him, making him as majestic as a demon god.

Lin Chen felt the pressure instantly, and his heart became extremely depressed. He frowned and said, "No, Netherworld Shinto definitely does not have such a powerful power."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Lin Chen's mind, and he blurted out: "Netherworld God Clan, is this the power of the Netherworld God Clan's bloodline?"

Holy Son Mingye, who had been smiling just now, actually showed a look of surprise at this moment and asked, "How do you know about the Netherworld God Clan?"

Lin Chen did not answer, but looked at him from all directions, and said thoughtfully: "You are not from the Nether God Clan, but you have the blood of the Nether God Clan, right?"

When he was in the Holy Realm of Life, Elder Shenchuan once told him that the Netherworld God Clan was the enemy of the Life God Clan, and they would fight each other if they disagreed.

No wonder this Holy Son of Mingye was a little bit targeting him.

Saint Mingye looked at Lin Chen in surprise, and suddenly sneered: "Sir of Heavenly Sword, you are indeed a monster. Even the four Huanzhen people didn't see my bloodline, but you actually saw it."

"As far as I know, let alone Qinzhou, even in the entire Litian Realm, there are very few traces of the Nether God Clan. So where did you get the bloodline?" Lin Chen asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Saint Mingye asked.

"How about this? If I defeat you, you can tell me." Lin Chen said.

"Hahaha, Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, since you know the Netherworld God Clan, you should also know the terror of the Netherworld God Clan's bloodline. How can you contend with it?" Saint Mingye laughed.

"Agree or not, just say one word." Lin Chen said straightforwardly.

"You're not qualified."

The Holy Son of Mingye showed a hint of ridicule, pointed at the ink sword, and with a swish, slashed at Lin Chen with the terrifying power of the netherworld.

"You overestimate your Netherworld God Clan bloodline."

Lin Chen chuckled softly, and suddenly fully activated the bloodline of the Life God Clan, setting off a majestic bloodline aura that rolled out like a roaring sea.

Groan!

The Wandering Dragon Sword was like a divine dragon flying into the sky, twisting in the air and intercepting Mo Jian with a clang.

Two swords, one white and one black, collided together, shocking the world. The holy white light and the ink-like black light spread out like two torrents.

At the same time, the power of the bloodline of the Life God Clan overwhelmed the power of the Netherworld God Clan's bloodline like a vast ocean.

Bang!

Saint Son of Ming Ye trembled all over and staggered back as if he had been shocked by electricity.

His face changed drastically, and he shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "How is it possible? I have already used the blood of the Nether God Clan, why am I still suppressed by your blood?"

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Because your Nether God Clan blood is not as good as my blood."

"Impossible!"

The eyes of the Son of the Dark Night were unprecedentedly cold, and he said decisively: "Since I have the blood of the Nether God Clan, no one's blood can beat me, not even you."

He looked up to the sky and roared, and slapped his right hand towards his chest, which immediately stimulated the blood of the Nether God Clan completely, and the whole body burst into a golden black light, filled with a hideous feeling.

The next moment, he rushed towards Lin Chen, turned his body into a sword, and formed a powerful blood sword wave, which was in the shape of a black funnel, thousands of feet long, and extremely terrifying.

"Have you already used the blood of the Nether God Clan to a step that is compatible with the sword?"

Lin Chen showed a hint of interest in his eyes, and then shuttled through space, and the blood breath surged, white light washed, and bombarded like a mountain pressing down on his head.

In an instant, Lin Chen also impacted a blood sword wave, which was a white circle, dispersing all the netherworld and dark energy in front of him.

In a ten-thousandth of a second, Lin Chen collided with the Son of the Dark Night. From a distance, it looked like a jade mountain colliding with a black mountain, which was earth-shattering.

A large amount of life energy and netherworld energy swept out like a flood, spreading for thousands of miles, rumbling the entire netherworld.

White light and black light burst out, forming two energy light beams, one white and one black, which directly hit the defense shield above the sword platform, with a loud noise.

At this time, the sons and disciples inside and outside the Purple Mountain were like hearing a thunderbolt from the blue sky, their ears roared, and they lost their hearing for a short time.

Most of the sons and disciples could not see the battle situation clearly, and the son of Xuhuai and others who could see clearly all showed shocked expressions.