Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Chapter 185 The East Sea Demon Spirit is Activated, and Junior Brother Wang Lin is Encountered Again
Lin Che, one of the twelve sons of the Sword Xiao, looked at Yao Xinghai, the Blood Ancestor, and thought to himself, "The Yao family... if I'm not mistaken, should be the head of the four great families that have been passed down to the Immortal Realm."

Although Yao Xinghai in front of him was only at the mid-stage of the Pure Nirvana realm, the Yao family possessed an extremely powerful expert whose strength was comparable to that of a Celestial Lord.

That was the Blood God Child, who possessed the late-stage Great Perfection Realm of Shattered Nirvana and was also the strongest member of the Yao family. Even Yao Xinghai was as fragile as an ant in front of him.

Sword Master Ling Tianhou, with one hand hovering behind his back, said coldly, "I heard that Xue Zu's beloved daughter, Yao Xixue, was recently kidnapped by thieves and her whereabouts are still unknown. I wonder if you have found any trace of the murderer?"

"Lord Ling Tian, ​​don't bring up things that are hard to swallow, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Yao Xinghai's blood energy surged suddenly, and crimson spiritual power condensed into chains that twisted in the air. Dense crimson runes appeared on the surface of the chains, dyeing the air within a hundred feet in radius crimson.

At this moment, Blood Ancestor Yao Xinghai's neck veins bulged, his blood-red eyes staring intently at Ling Tianhou, the words squeezed out between his teeth carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Sword Venerable, are you mocking me? If it weren't for the imminent opening of the Demon Spirit Gate, your Great Luo Sword Sect would pay the price for these words today!"

Lin Che's eyes flickered slightly as he secretly activated the Heavenly Eye Secret Technique. He discovered that Yao Xinghai was surrounded by wisps of extremely subtle black mist, and that aura resonated faintly with the source of the evil array within his own body.

Ling Tianhou stroked the hilt of his sword and chuckled, his sword intent condensing into an invisible sword net: "Blood Ancestor, calm down, it's just that you're worried and confused."

Before the words were finished, a blood wave ten feet high suddenly exploded on the distant sea, and hundreds of skeletons shrouded in blood mist burst out of the water. Ghostly green flames burned in the hollow eye sockets of the skeletons, and the bone blades in their hands glowed with an eerie purple light.

Upon seeing this, Yao Xinghai's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and summoned a bronze mirror engraved with ferocious blood patterns. Some ancient phantoms appeared on the surface of the bronze mirror, but a black chain pierced through his chest.

"who is it!"

Yao Xinghai's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The bronze mirror shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into thousands of blood-red blades that shot towards the sea, causing countless cultivators to feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

In the direction of the East Sea Demon Spirit Gate, the golden runes at the original seal were collapsing at a visible speed. A terrifying pressure, enough to tear space apart, surged from the seabed, carrying countless rotting skeletons straight into the sky.

Lin Che put one hand behind his back and looked at Yao Xinghai in front of him, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect Yao Xinghai to be so strong. No wonder even Sword Venerable Ling Tianhou was wary of him."

Seeing that the other party was completely enraged, the Sword Master said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Yao Xinghai, there is no need to be so angry. I was just concerned and had no ill intentions."

"If you really want to fight me, I can play with you for a while. After all, the gap between us should be quite large."

Sword Master stared indifferently at Blood Ancestor Yao Xinghai and said detachedly.

Yao Xinghai snorted coldly before withdrawing the energy from his body, but his gaze lingered on the Twelve Swordsmen.

Upon seeing Lin Che, Yao Xinghai frowned slightly, because he sensed the presence of his daughter, Yao Xixue, on Lin Che.

However, this aura was so faint that even he himself was unsure whether it was real or not; he could only sense that something was off about this junior.

Lin Che had one hand behind his back, his gaze fixed on the Seven Sons of Heavenly Fortune. When he saw Wang Lin, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seems that everything is proceeding according to the original plan, and with Situ Nan's help, Wang Lin has also left Vermilion Bird Star.

He successfully became a disciple of Tian Yunzi, breaking through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Tian Yunzi had promised to make Lin Che his personal disciple, a status even more prestigious than that of a mere disciple.

However, Lin Che had no interest whatsoever, since he knew better than anyone what Tian Yunzi was thinking.

It's nothing more than wanting to devour me in order to increase my own strength...

Putting aside Tian Yunzi and Sword Venerable Ling Tianhou, both of them are clones, and their original bodies have already reached an unimaginable level. Therefore, Lin Che naturally has to be careful to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to himself.

Tian Yunzi was also among them, but his gaze was drawn to Blood Ancestor and Sword Venerable Ling Tianhou, and he did not notice Lin Che, one of the Twelve Sword Xiaos.

With his current strength at the Four Decays of Heaven and Man, Tian Yunzi was naturally able to see some clues. However, his gaze did not linger on Lin Che, so he did not notice that Lin Che was the disciple he was looking for.

Just as everyone was locked in a standoff, a deafening roar suddenly came from the Gate of the East Sea Demon Spirits, as if the chaos at the beginning of the world had exploded.

The disintegrating golden runes completely vanished, and a jet-black crack slowly tore open above the sea.

What surged from the crack was not seawater, but boiling, churning immortal energy. This immortal energy was milky white, mixed with purple lightning, and wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch.

The seawater in the entire area began to boil wildly, and steam shot straight into the sky, condensing into a huge mushroom cloud in mid-air.

Countless cultivators were stunned by this sudden phenomenon and quickly summoned their magical treasures to protect themselves.

The skeletons on the sea surface tumbled violently in the boiling water, emitting mournful roars. Some skeletons were even melted directly by the boiling water, turning into blood mist and dissipating into the air.

Just then, four enormous blue pillars suddenly rose from the seabed, each piercing the sky, its surface covered with ancient and mysterious patterns, radiating a chilling pressure.

Blue chains were wrapped around the pillar, and the other end of the chains seemed to be connected to some mysterious entity deep in the sea.

As the pillar rose, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck the blue pillar, splashing up dazzling light.

The entire world descended into chaos. The powerful suction force emanating from the Demon Spirit Gate pulled the surrounding seawater, immortal energy, skeletons, and even cultivators toward the crack.

Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels were unable to resist the suction force and screamed as they were sucked into the crack and disappeared instantly.

Those powerful cultivators also wore solemn expressions, unleashing their strongest techniques to resist this terrifying power.

Blood Ancestor Yao Xinghai and Sword Venerable Ling Tianhou also stopped their standoff. The two simultaneously summoned their natal magic weapons, their spiritual power surging wildly as they vigilantly watched the changes in the Demon Spirit Gate.

"It's finally about to begin..."

Tian Yunzi stroked his pale goatee, smiling as he gazed at the scenery before him. He understood that the East Sea Demon Spirit event, which occurred once every five thousand years, was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)