Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill

Chapter 1146 - 508: Ancient Secret

Before the voice fell, the body of the mysterious monk disintegrated inch by inch within the black light pillar and transformed into specks of golden light, merging into the "Tribulation Sword"."Clang!"

The "Tribulation Sword" suddenly burst into a piercing green light, breaking free from the constraints of the skeletal remains on the ground, hovering in mid-air, and vibrating incessantly.

"Roar..."

Seeing this, the Netherworld Demon Lord let out an earth-shattering roar as countless demonic hands formed from the black fog around him, reaching towards the "Tribulation Sword".

"Damn you, criminal monk Huifang! None of your words are true!"

Li Yunjing, blown away by the blast, slammed hard into the stone wall. He tasted blood in his throat, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to get up, silently regretting having trusted Huifang the monk’s deceitful words!

If it hadn’t been for the mysterious monk, who was a high monk, saving him at a critical moment, he would have been done for.

But was that mysterious monk really so noble?

Did he sacrifice himself for others?

Li Yunjing was somewhat skeptical!

As for the specific reason, Li Yunjing no longer had time to consider.

As for the mysterious monk’s life?

In Li Yunjing’s heart, it was unlikely this person would die!

Clearly, this person voluntarily gave up his physical body just now, allowing his primordial spirit to merge with the "Tribulation Sword." There was certainly some unknown secret in this!

But at this moment, Li Yunjing no longer had time to dwell on it.

At this moment, Master Huifang suddenly broke away from the "Arhat Array", eyes filled with greed: "’Tribulation Sword’ belongs to ’Mingxin Temple’! No one is allowed to steal it!"

With that, he disregarded the impending collapse of the array, transforming into a golden light, rushing towards the broken sword.

"Old monk! You’re courting death!"

Li Wu Shang’s Blood Blade suddenly struck from the side, the blood-red blade aiming directly for Huifang’s throat.

"Are you insane? The Netherworld Demon Lord is emerging, yet you still want to stop me?"

Huifang hurriedly defended, the golden Buddha’s shadow colliding with the Blood Blade, exploding into dazzling sparks.

"Heh heh! You do know, that’s the Netherworld Demon Lord! As a demonic cultivator, naturally, I must lend a hand to the Netherworld Demon Lord!"

Li Wu Shang sneered sinisterly.

Right at this time, a skeletal demonic hand from the Netherworld Demon Lord had already grasped the "Tribulation Sword", dark green light spread along the sword’s body, gradually engulfing the green light.

"If not I, then who shall enter Hell!"

The voice of the mysterious monk transmitted from the sword, and the "Tribulation Sword" shone brightly, golden beams transformed into an arrow of light shooting at the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"Boom!"

The entire underworld began to shake violently, uncountable boulders fell from overhead, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls of the "Jieye Temple".

The Demon King Jinpeng waved its wings, unleashing a monstrous wind that attempted to escape from here, to flee for survival.

But the Netherworld Demon Lord surprisingly still had strength, striking back with a single punch, directly smashing the Demon King into the underground. Amidst the flying debris, this powerful demon king was vanquished in one blow.

"Damn it! This is truly troublesome!"

Daoist Mingde crushed a Healing Elixir, and from the sword box, another flying sword flew out, once again forming seven flying swords, composing a sword array, and slowly retreating.

Seeing the perilous situation, Li Yunjing forcibly gathered his True Qi and also retreated.

At this moment, Li Yunjing even felt a tinge of regret in his heart; had he known such a formidable Demon Lord was suppressed here, he wouldn’t have entered to contest over the "Ancient Bronze Bell".

He scanned the ruins suddenly to find the "Ancient Bronze Bell" unexpectedly unattended?

Clearly, following the appearance of the Netherworld Demon Lord, everyone’s life was at risk, and the thought of seizing treasures was interrupted.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food!"

Li Yunjing gritted his teeth, and with a "boom", he used the "Thunder Escape Technique", darting towards the "Ancient Bronze Bell", and in just an instant, the treasure contested repeatedly was tightly grasped by him!

"Damn!"

"Is this kid from the Shenxiao Dao Sect valuing money over life?"

"Never seen anyone so greedy!"

"Damn! Perhaps the next moment, he’ll be killed by the Netherworld Demon Lord, what’s the point of obtaining the ’Ancient Bronze Bell’ now?"

...

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of others; they were all experts and, even with ninety-nine percent of their attention on the Netherworld Demon Lord, they were able to sense Li Yunjing’s small move.

At this time, besides silently cursing in their hearts, everyone had no other choice.

Trying to play hardball with Li Yunjing to seize the "Ancient Bronze Bell"?

That’s impossible!

Before the Demon Lord, with each move and strike, they were unable to withstand; if they fought with Li Yunjing and got hit by the Netherworld Demon Lord, wouldn’t they be dead?

Li Yunjing’s action was just a minor episode, lasting not even two breaths, and everyone was drawn back to the "Tribulation Sword".

Just then, the primordial spirit of the mysterious monk entered the "Tribulation Sword," unifying man and sword, immediately buzzing incessantly, glowing brightly, fiercely clashing with the dark green radiance on the sword’s body, and the energy erupting shattered the skeletal remains around into powder.

Lastly, the golden light formed by the residual soul of the mysterious monk suddenly surged, merging with the green light of the "Tribulation Sword," forming a golden chain that wrapped around the Netherworld Demon Lord’s skeletal hand clutching the "Tribulation Sword."

"Damn you Jieye..."

The Netherworld Demon Lord let out an unwilling roar, black fog surged like waves, trying to break the chain.

Daoist Mingde took the opportunity to control the seven flying swords forming the "Heavenly Gang Sword Array", the sword shadows struck like lightning, targeting the vital points of the Netherworld Demon Lord.

The sounds of wind and thunder induced by the sword array intertwined with the angry roars of the Netherworld Demon Lord, making everyone’s eardrums ache.

Li Yunjing tightly clutched the "Ancient Bronze Bell", swiftly refining it while watching the standoff between the broken sword and the Netherworld Demon Lord, secretly calculating his retreat.

The golden chain formed from the residual soul of the mysterious monk tightened more and more, the green light of the "Tribulation Sword" surged, deeply piercing the heart of the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"I am immortal...and the ’Tribulation Sword’ is already broken, within a thousand years, I shall reappear in the human world..."

The Netherworld Demon Lord fell to the ground with a roar, the resulting air currents lifted the surrounding stones into the air.