I Possessed a Demon Sovereign

Chapter 515: 513. Sword of the Netherworld (1)

Translator: 549690339

The rainbow bridge carried a figure and instantly approached. It was an old man in black.

The black-robed old man got close and locked his eyes on Yan Mingkong.

“It really is you!”

Because Chen Luoyang had disguised himself as the Demon Venerable and issued a mission test, Yan Mingkong had once killed a direct disciple of the Black Water Absolute Palace.

As a result, the experts of the Black Water Palace had also tried to kill Yan Mingkong, and the two sides had fought many times.

As for Yan Mingkong, the intelligence network of the Black Water Palace had basically investigated his background, so they knew a lot about her.

Yan Mingkong was born in the Ancient Gods Clan, but later he left the clan.

Under normal circumstances, Black Water Jue Gong would contact the Ancient Gods Clan and hunt her down together with them.

However, the mortal world had been turbulent and shocking.

First, the black coffin appeared in the West Qin Imperial Capital, Zhengyang City, where heroes gathered to fight against the otherworldly demons.

After that, they met with the death of the Black Water Absolute Palace Lord Ling Cang, the restoration of the old palace lord, the Demon Empress, and the handover of the Black Water Absolute Palace, causing another change.

As for Yan Mingkong’s continuous disappearance and unknown whereabouts, the Black Water Palace temporarily put her matter aside.

However, the Nether Swordsmanship that Yan Mingkong had used to kill his own disciple was undoubtedly etched deeply in the Black Water Absolute Palace’s mind.

The elder in black was an elder of the palace. He was walking outside when he suddenly felt the Nether Sword Will. He immediately came to find it and indeed met Yan Mingkong.

He didn’t say much and directly slapped his palm towards Yan Mingkong.

The majestic power instantly made Yan Mingkong’s breathing difficult.

This Martial Saint Realm elder from Black Water Palace was as fast as lightning with the help of his Divine Thought Technique.

However, Yan Mingkong was already on guard when he saw the rainbow bridge extending from afar.

Now that he was facing an attack, he was calm.

She clenched her fingers as if she was holding an invisible sword.

He raised his sword, and an icy blue light flashed. It was as if a door to hell had been opened in the air. The cold and silent sword intent swept across the air, breaking the opponent’s palm power with a single point.

The black-robed old man snorted coldly. With a thought, he also focused his palm power on one point and fought with the strong.

Under the pressure of his power, the invisible sword in Yan Mingkong’s hand revealed its true form. It was a three-foot-long ice sword.

The hilt of the ice sword was dyed red, as if blood was flowing out of Yan Mingkong’s palm and into the ice sword.

The blood line continued to extend inside the ice sword until the tip of the sword touched.

The ice sword in Yan Mingkong’s hand trembled slightly under the pressure of the opponent at the sixteenth level, but her hand remained steady.

As the cold sword Qi and the icy blue radiance flashed, the sword aura changed gracefully.

The tip of the sword seemed to emit a strong suction force.

This suction force was not aimed at the enemy’s strength, but rather, it seemed to be able to pull the enemy’s soul out of his body and suck it in.

The sharp sword Qi continued forward, causing the black-robed old man to feel a sharp pain in his palm.

However, the sword intent was like a black hole, wanting to suck in one’s soul. Between entering and withdrawing, there was a sense of contradiction that made people feel annoyed.

As a Martial Saint, the black-robed old man was stronger than his opponent.

However, his mind was unstable and he could not use half of his full strength.

The sharp sword intent in front of him had already made his entire body feel cold.

Her swordsmanship had improved a lot after disappearing for a while. Was the Nether Swordsmanship so terrifying?

The black-robed old man’s thoughts flashed as he stabbed his index and middle fingers at Yan Mingkong.

A sword intent also emerged from his body.

The cold air seemed to be similar to Yan Mingkong’s Nether Sword Art.

It was formed by the black robed old man using his Divine Thought Technique.

However, this sword intent was different from Yan Mingkong’s swordsmanship. For a moment, it felt awkward.

Yan Mingkong’s sword aura increased dramatically.

The Black Water Absolute Palace elder was forced to retreat by her. However, the black-robed old man was not anxious. He only sighed in his heart.

After personally testing it once, he further confirmed that the reaction of his fellow disciples was correct.

Their Black Water Palace’s unique divine technique of creating all kinds of techniques with a single thought was indeed unable to derive the ultimate technique of the world of the dead, the Twelve Nether Swords.

Back then, the old palace lord and the Infernal Queen had found the black coffin that was obviously related to the Netherworld from somewhere. Perhaps it was to study the principles within and break through the barrier of life and death, allowing her Divine Thought Technique to reach a higher level.

The old man sighed in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all.

Just as he was forced back by Yan Mingkong, he immediately attacked again.

A thought formed into a sword technique.

However, this time, it was a sword technique inherited from the Blood River.

A wave of blood rushed towards Yan Mingkong.

Yan Mingkong’s sword light was everywhere. The blood sea froze and turned into blood-red transparent mountains.

However, his opponent had the advantage in terms of cultivation level. He became a saint on the spot and ignited the holy fire to purify himself. His cultivation level was pure and dense. The vast sea of blood seemed endless as he kept rushing toward Yan Mingkong.

The Blood River Sword was evil and fierce. A drop of blood was an invincible sword light.

Billions of blood water gathered together. To an opponent who had yet to become a Martial Saint, it was no different from a disaster.

Yan Mingkong’s Netherworld Divine Blade had become more refined these days. He would deal with whatever came his way. Although he was surrounded by blood, he was still calm and collected.

“This is my enemy, it has nothing to do with you. Yunduan Lake is right in front of you, you can go there yourself.” Her tone was calm as she spoke to Leng Ji.

Leng Ji’s gaze lingered between Yan Mingkong and Yunduan Lake.

The Black Water Palace Elder was also paying attention to the Yunduan Lake.

He could vaguely sense that there was an existence that could not be ignored, but he did not know if it was a friend or foe.

Finally, he had the chance to capture Yan Mingkong, so he decided to take the risk.

However, he still paid some attention to Yunduan Lake.

Yan Mingkong’s words didn’t make him relax his vigilance against Taoist Banhai.

Daoist Banhai, who was Chen Luoyang’s incarnation, observed from afar and didn’t have any intention of making a move.

Observing Yan Mingkong’s battle was not only beneficial for him to grasp the progress of his opponent’s cultivation, but it was also helpful for him to comprehend the Nether Sword Principle.

The black-robed elder was powerful enough to give Yan Mingkong enough pressure.

Yan Mingkong didn’t care if Daoist Banhai didn’t show up.

Facing the surging blood river in front of her, she calmly responded.

However, as time passed, the black-robed old man became more and more proficient in the Blood River Transformation Sword Technique with the One Thought Divine Technique, and its power became stronger and stronger.

In the end, Yan Mingkong gradually couldn’t fight it head-on and needed to retreat step by step.

The black-robed old man did not show any mercy. The blood-red sword light became more and more ferocious.

In the end, the sea of blood that filled the sky merged into one. The blood river rolled backward and slashed at Yan Mingkong.

However, Yan Mingkong didn’t retreat. Instead, he charged at the black-robed elder’s sword light.

The black-robed old man felt that something was not right. He saw a stone tablet suddenly appear in Yan Mingkong’s hand, and two ancient and mysterious words were written on it.

“Sword Comprehension.”

The stone tablet looked ordinary. It didn’t have the slightest aura of power or mysterious power concept flowing out.

However, the black-robed elder’s Blood River Sword trembled when it faced the Sword Comprehension Stele.

Although the sword radiance that was like a blood river did not disintegrate immediately, the sword edge immediately lost its previous might, as if it was about to be suppressed by the stone tablet.

The sword in Yan Mingkong’s hand, however, burst forth with astonishing power at this moment.

A sharp sword aura that drew the netherworld seemed to manifest the Netherworld Prison to suppress the world. In an instant, all the blood light was frozen into ice, and it counterattacked the black-robed old man.

The black-robed elder was used to seeing all kinds of treasures and wonderful methods in the mortal world. Although he was shocked, he did not panic. With just a thought, he dispersed the Blood River Sword Intent.

The rainbow light transformed into a dark golden color.

The domineering dark golden light quickly formed a mighty and domineering Fiendgod Form.

Daoist Banhai, who was Chen Luoyang’s incarnation, saw this scene from afar and couldn’t help but snicker.

The Immortal Body of the Ancient Gods Clan was indeed well-known in the world of mortals.

Previously, when Black Water Palace Lord Ling Cang faced Bie Donglai’s attack, his first reaction was to transform into the Indestructible Godfiend Body.

This elder of the Black Water Absolute Palace and the previous palace lord clearly had a common understanding.

The bone-chilling radiance in Yan Mingkong’s eyes suddenly became even more dazzling.

At this moment, her entire body suddenly became transparent, like an ice sculpture.

Its speed suddenly increased, like a phantom.

Although Chen Luoyang’s clone, Daoist Banhai, had to spend effort to suppress the three black dragon auras, he was still at the Martial Saint Realm.

However, he couldn’t see Yan Mingkong’s movements from afar.

Facing Yan Mingkong’s sharp edge, the black-robed old man who was close to him felt his vision blur. The shadow of death seemed to envelop his entire body.

The dark golden light was still flashing on his body. He was about to form the Celestial Demon Form when Yan Mingkong’s invisible divine blade reached his chest!

One thought gave birth to ten thousand techniques, and one thought turned into ten thousand techniques.

The Blood River Sword and the Indestructible Celestial Demon Body had transformed with just a thought from the black-robed elder. Both offense and defense were at the pinnacle, and it was astonishing.

But for Yan Mingkong’s sword, this thought was too long!

The black-robed elder lost the initiative in one move, and Yan Mingkong seized the opportunity in an instant, pressing his sword against his chest.

Without the defense of the Indestructible Celestial Demon Body, the black-robed old man would be in grave danger against the sharp attacks of the Twelve Nether Swords even if his cultivation base was higher than Yan Mingkong’s.

The black-robed elder was helpless. He gathered his rainbow light to block Yan

Mingkong’s sword as fast as he could while he struck out a palm at Yan Mingkong, trying to force Yan Mingkong to withdraw his sword to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mingkong seemed to be completely disregarding his own safety. He was ready to die together with the old man in black.

The black-robed old man was furious and decided to increase the strength of his attack.

Although he had lost the initiative, the difference in cultivation was still there.

He could still afford to take Yan Mingkong’s sword, but this palm was going to kill the woman in white.

The sword light flashed and pierced through the black-robed elder’s body, but there was no blood.

Ice crystals flashed with a cold light at the old man’s wound. They were filled with the will of death and withering. They continued to spread and corrode the body around the wound.

When the sword light pierced through his body, the elder of Black Water Palace also hit Yan Mingkong’s forehead with his palm!

“Kacha.”

It was like an ice cube shattering, or the reflection of the moonlight in the water being shattered, or a phantom breaking apart.

The black-robed elder’s pupils constricted.

Where was Yan Mingkong?