Supreme Martial God

Ling Xiaoyu had already died, and he had lost sight of Dugu Huangyu. He could only bring Jin Chan with him to return to the sect, and head towards the ancestral hall to search for Ning Taiheng.

Upon returning to the ancestral hall, they stared at the collapsed mountain peak. With the ancestral hall as the center, everything within three kilometers was buried within the mountain peak.

Beneath the thick rocks of the mountain, the original location of the ancestral hall could no longer be seen.

Lin Yue crazily dug around in the collapsed mountain for a few hours, yet he still could not find Ning Taiheng's body.

"Big Brother, there is nothing bad about the old grandfather being buried here. This place is the Netherworld Sect Ancestral Hall after all, and the worshippers here are all s and Suppression Sect Expert s. Using a large mountain as a grave, it can be considered a good burial for the old grandfather."

Seeing Lin Yue frantically digging in the mountain, Jin Chan asked worriedly as his aura was weak and she urgently needed to rest.

Lin Yue exhaled deeply, his face pale white. Looking at the vast and shattered mountain, grief surged through his eyes, he thought for a moment, and finally said powerlessly: "Chan, that old man is very important to brother, he saved my life, and even taught me self-defense skills. He is very old, but like a child, unreasonable and love to torment others.

Jin Chan nodded her head, looked around, then suddenly ran off into the distance, and after a while, she ran back again, dragging a thousand year old pine tree behind her.

"Big brother should set up a tombstone for old grandpa."

Lin Yue watched in silence for a long time, before finally digging a hole and digging out a pine tree. He then pulled out his Ink Sword, a sword light flashed and he wrote a few words on the tree trunk.

"Master Ning Taiheng's grave, disciple Lin Yue."

After doing all this, Lin Yue felt a little better in his heart.

"Whoosh!" "Whiz!" "Swoosh!"

At this time, from the center of the Netherworld Sect, dozens of bright rays of light appeared in the air, drawing out powerful flames and charging straight towards the ancestral hall.

Very quickly, with four Suppression Sect Expert s at the head and dozens of Netherworld Sect Elders following closely behind, they stood still on the collapsed mountain.

Looking at the buried ancestral hall, everyone was silent for a moment, the strongest Suppression Sect Expert sighed, then heheraze landed on Lin Yue and the thousand year old pine tree, she saw the words engraved on it, and she was immediately shocked, his hands could not help but tremble.

"Lin Yue, your master, he … "Dead?" The old man asked in disbelief.

Lin Yue turned around, bowed, and said, "Mn, after my master was heavily injured by Ling Xiaoyu, he was buried under this large mountain."

"Who did you just say? Ling Xiaoyu!? "When the rest heard this name, they were even more shocked.

Lin Yue nodded, and said: "That's right, it's Ling Xiaoyu. Master fought with him, and both of them were heavily injured, on the verge of death. Ling Xiaoyu escaped, Master wants me to chase after him."

"Which Ling Xiaoyu is he?" someone asked subconsciously.

"He also died, killed by his disciple Dugu Huangyu, and his Corpse Qi Bead was taken away by him."

"What!? Ling Xiaoyu also died!? "

The elders were all shocked. They looked at each other in dismay with shocked expressions. The tiredness from after the great battle was swept away in one go!

Ning Taiheng and Ling Xiaoyu, the two gifted elders, both died on this day!

This was too unbelievable!

He was a legendary figure, and in the past three hundred years of the Netherworld Sect, the most bountiful legend was the story of those two.

However, these two powerhouses had both died!

The strongest elder closed his eyes sympathetically and murmured, "Brother Ning, have a safe trip …"

The rest of the elders returned to their senses as well. One by one, they cupped their hands across their chests and solemnly bowed to the thousand-year old pine tree to show their condolences.

Another ray of sword light flew over and landed unsteadily behind the crowd. His face was covered with black gas and he looked lifeless as he looked at the collapsed mountain peak and towering pine trees. His expression was filled with pain as he said in a low voice, "... disciple Lee Fengxue was unfilial, allowing the demon to disturb the souls of the Nether Realm's previous generations of heroic souls, so he deserves to die ten thousand times … "

"Master!"

Someone discovered the man flying over, and upon realising that it was the Patriarch of the Netherworld Sect Sect, Lee Fengxue, they were shocked, and immediately went over to support him.

The rest of the elders also turned their heads over, only to see that Lee Fengxue's face was faintly shrouded with black Qi, and every part of his body was covered with marks of being bitten by the puppets.

The strongest Sect Guardian Elder walked over and placed his palm on Lee Fengxue's back, passing a Genuine Essence.

His expression suddenly became solemn, and he said in a low voice: "The situation is not good, but there is still hope. Master, do not resist."

With that, the clan elder flew out his Martial Soul and added to his body. His aura instantly increased by ten times, and like a flood, the Genuine Essence rushed into Lee Fengxue's body through his palm in an unending stream.

The corpse aura on Lee Fengxue's face had traces of melting. It slowly faded and became a little bit more alive.

With the power of the Martial Emperor, he was able to temporarily resist the eruption of the corpse Qi inside Lee Fengxue's body.

He coughed twice, raised his head, and looked at the people with a face full of weariness, as he said apologetically: "As the Master of the Netherworld Sect, I have carried out the great task of reviving the Netherworld, but I have only built a few trees, and I nearly caused a great disaster. I … "I am truly ashamed."

Immediately, there were some elders who wanted to console him. Lee Fengxue had already raised his hand, stopping that person from speaking, as he shook his head and laughed bitterly: "I was given an order when I was in danger, and Master had no choice but to allow me to be a Master."

In these few years of bitter cultivation, I have managed to cultivate the Netherworld Sword Book to the fifth stage, and I thought that it was very impressive. But who would have thought that after fighting with Junior Master Ling, I would be defeated in an instant.

As he said that, his gaze landed on the pine tree that had Ning Taiheng's grave engraved upon it. Helplessness surged within his eyes.

"This time around, I have already broken my foundation, and my cultivation has suffered a huge loss. This position of the Netherworld Sect Master is no longer suitable for me … So, I want to choose a person to inherit the position of the Master, do you have anyone to recommend themselves? "

When Lee Fengxue said this, the crowd went into an uproar.

Everyone looked at Lee Fengxue, their eyes filled with respect and disappointment, if Lee Fengxue's foundation was broken, then he would really not be able to be the Master anymore.

However, with the current Netherworld Sect, Lee Fengxue had never accepted anyone as his disciple, and finding an heir in a hurry would not be easy either.

His disciple, Gao Xuan, was an expert at the ninth level of the Martial Master realm. He stood out among the rest of the disciples, and also had the backing of the Sect Guardian Elder.

"That's right, Gao Xuan is already at the ninth level of the Martial Master realm at such a young age. This talent and potential is extremely shocking!"

"Mn, I agree as well!" The group of elders agreed in succession.

Seeing that everyone supported him, Gao Xuan stood forward and bowed to everyone, then said with a bitter smile: "Everyone loves me, Gao Xuan really doesn't dare to accept it. If I did not have a master at the Martial King realm, my cultivation would never have reached where it is now, and with my aptitude, becoming an elder is barely possible, but to become a Master is truly not enough."

As a Martial Emperor, the disciples that were taught were naturally extraordinary. This was indeed a bonus, but looking at the current Netherworld Sect, other than Gao Xuan, no one could think of a second disciple that was more suitable for this position.

Gao Xuan's expression remained indifferent, he was not moved, and continued to refuse to accept it. Everyone saw that he was adamant, and after speaking for a while, they could only give up.

The expression in Lee Fengxue's eyes fluctuated slightly. Seeing that the crowd had quieted down, he said, "Since no one can think of a candidate, then, let me say one."

"Please speak, Master." All the elders hurriedly held their breath and listened.

Lee Fengxue's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the ancient pine tree, "It's him."

All the clan elders turned their heads around, looking at the motionless Lin Yue kneeling underneath the pine tree, their expressions were all filled with surprise.

"Lin Yue?"

"Ning Taiheng's disciple?"

"The descendant of the Ink Sword?"

At this time, everyone suddenly remembered that in the competition for the qualifications to become Leader Board, when Lin Yue fought with Ling Xiaoyu's disciple Dugu Huangyu, the level of combat strength seemed to be very strong!

It was just that this Lin Yue had only been in the sect for less than a year, so the crowd was not familiar with him yet.

Now that he thought about it, in just a short year, this young man had done a lot of amazing things!

Breaking through the Rare Devil Cave!

Three trials passed!

To kill several Martial Masters at the Martial Disciple realm!

Become Ning Taiheng's disciple!

Defeating a disciple at the seventh level of the Martial Master realm with only a cultivation at the third level of the Martial Master realm!

One after another, they came out, one after another. Each one of them gave off an incomprehensible feeling, but it all happened to him.

With Lee Fengxue's suggestion, everyone became silent for a moment.

This kid's qualifications were simply too shallow. Becoming a Master in less than a year, wasn't this too child's play!

But if it was only a single wheel of talent, Lin Yue would probably be stronger than Gao Xuan!

But right now, the situation with Netherworld Sect is very complicated. All of us are already old, and among the young generation, our aptitudes are generally bad as well, so if we want to guarantee that our Netherworld Sect will continue to exist in the future, and that there will be a chance for it to rise, then our plan will be to find a person with strong determination, with excellent aptitude, and the ability to revive our Netherworld Sect in the years to come. "

"For Lin Yue to be able to clear the three trials of the heart, his determination and determination far surpasses that of an ordinary person. Furthermore, he has cultivated from the Martial Disciple Realm to the third level of the Martial Master Realm in a short year, his talent is extremely rare."

"His Martial Soul is also extremely powerful. This old man has never even seen them, but I can feel that they are supreme Martial Soul s. With such a strong will and supreme Martial Soul, there's a great possibility for him to break through to the Martial King realm even above Martial Monarchs. Even Martial Emperors have a sliver of luck."

After the strongest Suppression Sect Expert said this, all of the elders were shocked, all of their faces trembling, looking at Lin Yue in shock. Immediately, someone could not help but shout out: "He can reach the Martial Emperor realm!?"

All the people present were elders from the direct line of Netherworld Sect. Their battle strength were not ordinary and they were extremely familiar with the many rumors of Pan'gu Continent.

Roughly one tenth of the heroes would be able to break through the Martial Saint realm and reach the Martial King. As for those who could break through the Martial King and reach the Martial King realm, they would need to be selected from this group of people. That is to say, out of the five thousand talents, only five people would be able to become Martial Kings!

Martial Monarch, that was a high class battle power! A single Martial Emperor was enough to affect the position of a sect in the Pan'gu Continent!

Everyone looked at Lin Yue differently. Although his experience was shallow, his fighting strength was strong, and if he could truly break through and reach the level of a Martial King in the future, there was no need to worry about not obtaining Netherworld Sect in the future!

Under everyone's burning gazes, Lin Yue, who was kneeling in front of Gu Song, suddenly swayed and fell to the ground.

Ah!" Not good, the successor of the Master has fainted!

Someone cried out in alarm, and the group of people rushed forward, all of them were extremely nervous, looking at their hope for the future with concern, not knowing what was going on with Lin Yue.