Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill

Chapter 1145 - 508: Ancient Secrets

The monk’s expression finally changed slightly, the withered bamboo dancing, with the sound of Sanskrit chanting, the blood butterflies vanished amid the golden light.At this moment, the roar of the "Ancient Bronze Bell" grew more intense, and the Underworld began to tremble.

From deep within the temple came the sound of chains breaking, Li Yunjing keenly sensed that on the stone wall at the back of the temple, a hidden door carved with ancient Buddhist script was slowly opening...

The moment the hidden door opened, a dazzling blue light shot into the sky, carrying an aura of decay and antiquity that rushed forward.

Everyone’s pupils shrank suddenly, only to see countless white bones pouring out from behind the door, and amidst the piled bones like a small mountain, a half-broken sword was astonishingly inserted at the top, the chain wrapped around the sword trembling with the "Ancient Bronze Bell" roar.

"That is... the temple treasure of ’Jieye Temple’ - the ’Tribulation Sword’!"

Master Huifang gazed at the broken sword, his voice almost trembling.

The secret of the destruction of ’Jieye Temple’ tens of thousands of years ago surged in his mind.

According to legend, this sword had once slain all demon fiends in the world but was broken in a world-shattering battle, causing the entire temple to sink underground.

Now that the broken sword has reappeared, could this truly be the ruins of "Jieye Temple"?

Is there truly the secret of "Jieye Temple’s" destruction here?

Is the truth hidden within?

But why has "Jieye Temple" appeared within the "Celestial Ruins Secret Realm"?

What is the reason?

"So there is treasure! Old monk, do you still dare say this place is empty?"

Li Wushang’s Blood Blade had already charged forward, like a scarlet lightning striking the hidden door.

"Patron! Stop!"

The mysterious monk cried urgently, withered bamboo blocking the way.

The collision of two forces erupted in a deafening roar, causing the entire Underworld to shake violently.

"Everyone, rush in!"

The monks of "Mingxin Temple" seized the opportunity to form an "Arhat Array", golden Buddha Light enveloping everyone, attempting to forcibly break into the hidden door.

"Break in! Let’s see what secrets are here!"

Daoist Mingde pointed his sword to the sky, seven flying swords forming a celestial sword array, with sword Qi sweeping across, shattering all the temple roof’s bells.

"Stop!"

Gold light blossomed around the monk, ancient Buddha Seal appearing beneath him.

His figure gradually became ethereal, seemingly merging with heaven and earth: "The ’Tribulation Sword’ suppresses ominousness, anyone who touches it will suffer heavenly retribution!"

However, everyone was driven mad by bloodlust, no one paid attention.

"Come to me!"

The Golden Peng Demon King let out a long shout, wings tearing through space, claws reaching directly for the broken sword.

At that moment, the "Ancient Bronze Bell" suddenly emitted a mournful cry, the Buddhist script on the bell lighting up entirely, an invisible force sweeping forth, sending everyone flying.

Li Yunjing crashed onto the stone wall, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet he saw the bones around the "Tribulation Sword" had been repositioned by the Golden Peng Demon King’s strike.

Those bones began to writhe, piecing together into a gigantic skeleton, empty eye sockets flickering with ghostly green light...

"Crack! Crack!"

The gigantic skeleton slowly rose, each finger bone as thick as a grown person’s arm, its blood-thirsty mouth letting out a non-human roar, causing painful eardrum irritation for all present.

In the black mist winding around the skeleton, twisted faces began to appear, all those who had once intruded into this place.

"Indeed it is!"

The mysterious monk’s complexion turned deathly pale, the golden light around him flickered like a candle flame, "Thirty-three thousand years ago, Jieye Temple’s ancestors used the ’Tribulation Sword’ to suppress the Netherworld Demon Lord! The battle of that year caused the entire Sect to fall, yet now..."

Before he finished speaking, the skeleton waved its bone claws, smashing them towards the crowd, space shattering wherever it passed.

The golden-eyed girl shrank her pupils, a blood-colored vortex spinning wildly, trying to swallow the black mist, but was sent flying backward by a casual wave from the Netherworld Demon Lord, mouth spewing blood.

"This is impossible! How can such a powerful entity exist!"

She screamed in terror, the Blood Jade Bottle in her arms starting to crack.

Daoist Mingde’s sword array, formed from seven flying swords, disintegrated instantly, narrowly dodging the bone claws but leaving three deep, bone-revealing wounds on his back.

"Everyone, join forces! Subdue this monster first!"

He roared as he formed a sealing gesture again, but before the flying sword took form, it was turned to ashes by the "nether black flames" spat by the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"Ah... it hurts me so much! My ’Cold Star Divine Sword’!"

Daoist Mingde looked anguished, feeling a near pain of death.

He had many flying swords, but each one was a treasured item, a first-class divine sword, beloved by him.

Now that one was destroyed, he felt deeply at a loss.

Master Huifang led the monks of "Mingxin Temple" to fully activate the "Arhat Array", golden Buddha Light fiercely clashing with the Netherworld Demon Lord’s black mist.

But as the Buddha Beads at the array hub exploded one by one, the Buddha Light gradually dimmed.

"Quick! Fetch the ’Tribulation Sword’! Only it can suppress the Netherworld Demon Lord again!"

Huifang suddenly turned to Li Yunjing, eyes filled with madness, "You’re closest to the broken sword, hurry!"

"Damn! This monk is up to no good!"

But at this moment, Li Yunjing had no choice, he had already realized, this Netherworld Demon Lord’s cultivation was at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm!

And this was after being sealed for many years, having lost its Demon Power.

Thirty thousand years without dying!

This demon is definitely formed of an immortal demon.

Li Yunjing can assure, if this demon cannot be subdued, everyone present will likely perish!

Upon judging the dire consequences, Li Yunjing gritted his teeth and charged towards the "Tribulation Sword", only to see the Netherworld Demon Lord’s eyes burst forth with green light, a black beam shooting straight at it.

At the critical moment, the mysterious monk transformed into a golden light blocking before him, withered bamboo emanating its last glow: "Young friend move aside! This is ’Jieye Temple’s’ Buddha Treasure, if you grasp it, you’ll surely be countered by the Buddhist Dharma, falling instantly!"