Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 119: The Black Demon Sect Leader

In the blink of an eye, several sword energies released by Lin Fan collided violently with several magical weapons that Emperor Yue hastily summoned and hastily placed in front of him.

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing rang out, and the crisp sounds of "ding-dang-dang" were dense and sharp, as if countless bells were roaring in the ears at the same time, making the eardrums hurt.

Immediately afterwards, the magic weapons in front of Emperor Yue exploded like fragile glass, turning into pieces of broken debris that flew in all directions.

Although the sword energies were dimmed a bit due to the resistance of the magic weapon, the biting coldness they carried was not diminished at all. They still rushed towards Emperor Yue with unstoppable force and were within reach again in the blink of an eye.

The Emperor of Yue's pupils contracted sharply due to fear, like two tightly shrunken black beans, staring at the sword energy that was rushing towards him rapidly and carrying a deadly chill.

The sword energy instantly shredded his clothes and cut his body into countless pieces. A blood mist puffed into the air, and the fragmented limbs fell to the ground, and his head rolled to the side.

The palace, which had been magnificent, majestic and solemn just a moment ago, was now plunged into deathly silence.

Only the faint smell of blood lingered in the air, silently proving the brutal killing that had just taken place.

Lin Fan took a quick step forward, his movements as swift as a cheetah hunting its prey. He stretched out his hand and pressed down the still warm head of the Emperor of Yue.

The spiritual power in his body surged like a surging tide, and he performed the soul-searching technique.

In an instant, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his powerful spiritual sense was like a sharp tentacle, quickly reading the memory of Emperor Yue.

However, within just a few breaths, Lin Fan seemed to have touched upon key information. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

It turns out that the Emperor of Yue is nothing more than the Sha Dan clone of the Black Evil Sect's leader, and the real Black Evil Sect's leader is hiding in a secret underground palace at this moment, performing an extremely bloody blood sacrifice ceremony.

"Hmph, I finally found you!" Lin Fan murmured softly, his voice low and full of unquestionable certainty.

He tapped his feet lightly, and his figure flashed like a ghost, rushing towards the underground palace.

Along the way, the sound of the wind whistled past his ears, and the scenery on both sides passed by like phantoms, leaving only blurred afterimages.

After a while, Lin Fan arrived in front of a rockery.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could see through everything. After searching carefully on the rockery for a while, he soon found the mechanism hidden in it.

He just stretched out his finger and pressed lightly. With a "crack", the mountain slowly cracked open, and a deep underground passage appeared before his eyes. The passage was filled with a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

Lin Fan did not dare to be careless at all. The spiritual power in his body circulated, and he instantly released a layer of light blue defensive spell to protect himself firmly.

The spell was like a solid shield, emitting a soft blue light.

Then, he carefully walked along the underground passage. The passage was dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell. With every step he took, the heavy footsteps echoed in the passage, making it seem particularly empty and depressing.

In this way, Lin Fan walked up hundreds of steps, and suddenly the view in front of him opened up. A huge underground palace appeared in his sight.

In the center of the hall lay a massive pool of blood, bubbling and roiling like a boiling pot, emitting a pungent, fishy odor that made one nauseous. The hall was a mess, with broken limbs and skulls scattered about, emitting a stench of decay.

Thick blood flowed freely on the ground, mixed with flesh and flesh fragments. Every step was sticky, as if stepping into thick mud.

There were still some people who were still breathing, lying in a pool of blood. Their screams were endless, and each scream was filled with despair and pain, as if it was the wails from hell.

All around, dozens of Qi training cultivators were carrying out the killing process numbly like machines.

Their eyes were cold and emotionless. They raised their knives and killed those poor people one by one. Then they dragged the bodies to the blood pool and skillfully cut their necks. The hot blood flowed into the pool, splashing blood, which was particularly glaring in this bloody environment.

Among this group of people, a man in a blue robe was particularly eye-catching.

He was about forty years old, with a fair face and a clean chin. Although there were faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, they did not detract from the gentle temperament that emanated from him.

At first glance, he looked kind, like a compassionate elder, but the sinister glint that occasionally flashed in the depths of his eyes was like a flash of cold lightning across the night sky, revealing his true face.

As soon as Lin Fan's eyes fell on the blue-robed man, he immediately concluded that this person was the real leader of the Black Evil Sect.

This person, like Sha Dan's clone, is in the late stage of foundation building, but the aura he exudes is chilling, as if it is the breath of death coming from the endless abyss.

This person also noticed Lin Fan's arrival at the first moment. When he sensed the majestic spiritual energy emanating from Lin Fan, which only a Jindan stage cultivator possessed, his heart suddenly tightened and his expression became solemn, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Lin Fan stared at him intently with a gaze as sharp as lightning, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, I believe you are the leader of the Black Demon Cult, right?"

The voice was low but extremely penetrating, echoing in this bloody underground palace, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

Facing Lin Fan's powerful pressure, the man did not dare to act rashly. He put on a humble smile and replied respectfully, "Yes, I am the leader of the Black Demon Sect.

"I'm Jixuan, nice to meet you, Senior." As he spoke, he bowed slightly, seemingly polite, but a subtle hint of vigilance and calculation flashed in his eyes, like a cunning fox.

When Lin Fan heard the man introduce himself as Ji Xuan, he immediately became wary. He clearly remembered that in the original novel, Ji Xuan was a Jindan stage cultivator, ruthless and ambitious.

Ji Xuan once colluded with the notorious Ji Yin old monster in Chaos Star Sea, and the two conspired to plot against their master, Master Xuan Gu.

Although Master Xuan Gu had a high level of cultivation, he did not guard against the two of them. His body was tragically destroyed, and his Nascent Soul was forced to turn to the ghost path. He ended up in a miserable way, and was trapped by the two of them in a formation.

Later, Ji Xuan and Ji Yin fought for the Bu Tian Dan. The two fought fiercely, and Ji Xuan was defeated and seriously injured, and was beaten to death.

Finally, he panicked and fled to Tiannan through the teleportation array. He thought he could recuperate and save his life here, but he still couldn't withstand the injuries and eventually passed away here.

But now, this person who called himself Ji Xuan was standing in front of him in good health. He didn't look like a dead person at all.

Lin Fan stared at Ji Xuan with a sharp gaze, thinking to himself: I didn't expect that this guy is not dead, but has taken over another body and started to cultivate again!
(End of this chapter)