Nine Dragons War Sovereign

"Go to hell!"

Yan Luo laughed sinisterly as the Sickle of the God of Death descended from the sky.

"No!"

Seeing the Scythe of Death about to descend, he disregarded everything and instantly flew in front of Ye Ling, blocking the Scythe of Death with his body.

Puff!

The moment the Sickle of the God of Death fell, the blood demon instantly bloomed and exploded. Strands of blood were directly swallowed by the Sickle of the God of Death.

"Second Master!"

Ye Ling's eyes widened. Seeing that the Blood Demon was actually engulfed by the Scythe of Death, he was unable to calm down.

The moment the blood demon disappeared, Ye Ling's primordial spirit would recover and when it flew back into his body, Ye Ling would instantly pounce towards Yan Luo as if he had gone berserk.

Blood Demon was his relative. Although he had never admitted it, this was a fact that blood was thicker than water. The fact that Blood Demon was willing to sacrifice his life to save him was not something an ordinary person could do. This was kinship.

Yan Luo's face darkened. Ye Ling did not die, but he had lost the chance to do so. Facing Ye Ling who was rushing towards him, he suddenly gritted his teeth and brandished the Death God's Sickle again to slash at Ye Ling!

"Scram!" Ye Ling was furious. How could he let Yan Luo succeed in seeing the same scene again? If not for his carelessness, how could he have let the blood demon lose its life for nothing?

BOOM!

Bloody light filled the sky, blood coffin descended into the world, and a terrifying power suddenly erupted.

The Sickle of the God of Death that was falling was actually trembling, and could not fall from the sky at all. Even it found it hard to resist the appearance of the Buried Skies Coffin.

Ye Ling took a few steps horizontally, the Buried Skies Coffin in his hand swept out in a moment, his strength could move mountains and rivers, as though it was the power to destroy the heavens.

Boom! *

"AHH!" Yama Minamiya was unable to defend against the attacks of the Buried Skies Coffin and instantly let out a miserable scream as half of his body exploded into pieces.

Clang!

The Sickle of the God of Death was sent flying, but Ye Ling seized the opportunity to attack and pierced through Yan Luo's chest with his bare hands. His face had a ferocious look, the Buried Skies Coffin suddenly struck down.

Puff!

Yan Luo's body exploded and turned into black qi, instantly dispersing.

The Early Stage was strong, but it could not stop Ye Ling's fury. For the blood demon, for his family, Ye Ling's heart was filled with extreme fury.

Just when everyone thought that everything was over, Yan Luo, who was turned into black mist by the explosion, actually quickly rushed into the black coffin.

"You want to run?!"

Ye Ling saw that, while emitting a ruthless aura, he suddenly stepped across the sky and quickly rushed towards the black coffin.

"Whiz!"

However, before Ye Ling could even get close, the black coffin actually pierced through the sky with Yama Minamiya in tow and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You can't disappear on the Scythe of Death!"

Just as Ye Ling was burning with anger, the Xue Wuya in his body suddenly spoke out to remind him.

When Ye Ling heard this, he quickly turned around to look at the floating Sickle of the God of Death. The Blood Demon had an immortal body, so it was naturally not easy to kill it.

However, when Ye Ling reached the Sickle of the God of Death, the Sickle of the God of Death had suddenly turned bright. The instant Ye Ling touched it with his hand, the Sickle of the God of Death suddenly disappeared.

Ye Ling's face immediately darkened. The Sickle of the God of Death had actually almost killed him. This sort of thing posed a great threat to him.

"Nether Abyss!"

"If you dare to provoke me, Ye Ling, I will definitely raze the Nether Abyss to the ground!"

The Sickle of the God of Death had to be obtained. Even if there was a slim chance of survival that could save the Blood Demon, he did not care.

The sword mountain below him looked cold. Seeing that the binding force had disappeared, he turned and grabbed onto Jian Shuang, wanting to take the chance to escape. He could see that Ye Ling was extremely furious, to prevent Ye Ling's anger from implicating them, so he naturally had to quickly leave this place.

"Halt!"

Jian Shan grabbed the soulless Jian Shuang, and just as he was about to leave, Ye Ling suddenly appeared in front of them with a face full of ice.

Jian Shan's expression changed drastically as cold sweat dripped from his face. He hurriedly retreated.

Jian Shuang's expression was dejected, she simply did not have the slightest bit of courage to face Ye Ling, if not for Ye Ling, she would have already fallen into the hands of Yama Minamiya.

"Ye Ling! What are you doing? "

"The one who killed the Blood vitality demon was the Son of Death, it has nothing to do with us!"

Jian Shan looked at Ye Ling, his expression extremely terrified. In order to escape his punishment, why did he say that all of this had nothing to do with them?

Ye Ling laughed, his smile was extremely cold, looked at the mountain of swords and sneered: Without me, would you still be able to keep this dog life? Without Blood Demon, would you dare speak shamelessly to me here? "

Jian Shan's old face was flushed red. After being scolded by Ye Ling, he naturally dared not say anything in his heart. Ye Ling's expression made him realize that if he wanted to leave here alive, it would be difficult to compare.

"Then what do you want?"

"Didn't you like Jian Shuang? I can make the decision to give her to you. How about you let me leave? "

Jian Shan's expression became grave as he lowered his head to glance at Jian Shuang who was behind him. Since Ye Ling was willing to make Yan Luo his enemy for his sake, he would naturally be able to exchange it for his life.

Hearing that, Jian Shuang's face suddenly turned pale white, she stared at the sword mountain with wide eyes, she never thought that Clan Elder would actually use her to exchange for a chance at survival.

She couldn't help but feel sad. Two streams of tears rolled down her face as she looked at the mountain of swords. However, the mountain of swords couldn't look her in the eye.

"You wish!"

Ye Ling's eyes turned cold, his expression became serious and cold, he stared straight at the mountain of swords, suddenly thrusting it out.

Puff!

Blood splattered everywhere as Jian Shan fell to his knees. His aura was extremely weak, and his cultivation had actually plummeted. However, he was still alive, and had not died yet.

Ye Ling looked up in disdain at Jian Shuang, who was standing opposite him.

"You don't need to do anything, I won't leave."

The expression in Ye Ling's eyes made her extremely afraid. The reason Ye Ling did not kill them was so he could use them as a bargaining chip to threaten the Sword Tomb.

Imprisoning Jian Shan and Jian Shuang, he dragged them in front of Bai Yihang and said, "Watch them being suppressed. With them in your hands, the people from Sword Tomb do not dare to act rashly."

With that, Ye Ling turned around and left coldly, directly returning to his own Xi Ling. If he wanted to save the Blood Demon, he needed to have enough strength.

In today's battle, he also felt that it was extremely difficult. If it wasn't for the blood demon, he wouldn't have been able to survive.

Returning to his room, Ye Ling's expression immediately became incomparably dark. The restricted region's Ninth Uncle and the rest were all coldly watching, but no one actually stepped forward.

Sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, Ye Ling opened the space within the Anti-Desolation Tablet. Huan Xiong and Feng Yu slowly walked out.

Although Emperor Huang had not yet awakened, he had merged with the power of the Barbarian God Emperor and the strength of his black soul. His cultivation was at a thousand miles per day, and he was able to step into the seventh level of the Taiyi Realm.

Ye Ling needed Emperor Huang to wake up, and currently, Honghuang Sect was riddled with holes. With his strength, it was impossible for him to clap his hands like this.

Most importantly, Ye Ling wanted to go to the Nether Abyss to wait for the Sickle of the God of Death, so he did not have much time.

Huan Xiong was only lacking in power, if he was able to recover his peak strength, he would definitely be a strong practitioner who could stand at the peak of the world.

Feng Yu's physique was special, he had the Immortal Phoenix Physique, and was even more so one that was highly valued by the Nether Abyss. His cultivation was too low, but his fighting strength was not to be underestimated.

If the Immortal Phoenix within Feng Yu could be activated, then Feng Yu would be able to control this energy as he wished, and he would definitely be able to surpass him.

After thinking about it, Ye Ling finally calmed himself down and felt that the primordial spirit in Emperor Huang's body was enveloped by a ray of white light, isolated from the outside world, and had entered a self-sealing state.

Ye Ling frowned, a thought came out and he saw Xue Wuya suddenly appear in front of him.

"You want me to forcefully wake up Emperor Huang?" The Xue Wuya appeared and looked at Ye Ling with a serious face, as if she understood her intentions.

"Yes."

"As long as your primordial spirit is strong, it should be absolutely safe for you to wake up Senior Emperor Huang."

Ye Ling's primordial spirit is extremely strong now, so if you want to wake him up, you must have a primordial spirit that is even stronger than him. This is also the reason why he summoned the Xue Wuya.

"I can try." The Xue Wuya nodded its head, then turned and looked at Emperor Huang, its expression serious, and suddenly transformed into a ray of blood light that flew into the center of Emperor Huang's brows.

Weng! *

The Xue Wuya entered Emperor Huang's brain through the center of his brows, only to hear a strange sound coming from Emperor Huang's body. Then, Emperor Huang's tightly shut eyes started to beat faster, the Spirit Qi in his body seemed to have recovered from everything, and suddenly erupted.

"Whiz!"

After a long while, the Xue Wuya quickly flew out of Emperor Huang's body and disappeared into his body.

Seeing that, Ye Ling anxiously stood up and gazed. Seeing that Emperor Huang's eyes were slowly opened, his face revealed surprise, and his heart was filled with joy.

"What's wrong with me?"

Emperor Huang woke up, but he felt muddleheaded, and could not remember what had happened to him.

"Senior Emperor Huang, you're finally awake!" Ye Ling walked forward with a smile on his face. In order to save Emperor Huang, he had done all sorts of hard work, even offending the Nether Abyss, and he wasn't going to let the blood demons lose their lives for nothing.

"That's right! Where is Blood Cloud Emperor now? "

"Why did the Barbarian God Emperor Primordial Spirit in my body disappear?"

Seeing Ye Ling's appearance, Emperor Huang instantly thought of the matter with the Blood Cloud Emperor, and at the same time, he also noticed that the Barbarian God Emperor in his mind had disappeared without a trace.

"Blood Cloud Emperor's vitality is greatly damaged, and his primordial spirit is imprisoned by me. Barbarian God Emperor wanted to rob your body and seek revenge for the barbarians. I killed her in the end. "

Ye Ling gave a brief explanation to Emperor Huang, but did not elaborate on the dangers and difficulties involved.

When Emperor Huang heard this, his expression became confused, and he was actually unable to digest this much information. This was because he never would have thought that Ye Ling could fight against the Blood Cloud Emperor alone, and even destroy the Barbarian God Emperor's primordial spirit.