Ling Tian Sword Emperor

"Boom."

A majestic wave of holy soul spread from the depths of the Ancestral Mountain, sweeping across the entire world and suppressing Shang Yifei at the same time.

Feeling this pressure, Shang Yifei's face looked quite calm, and he directly held out a black magic umbrella.

The black magic umbrella was originally only a few inches in size, but with the injection of real power from Shang Yifei's body, the black magic umbrella began to spin in mid-air, and continued to grow in size, soon covering a hundred meters in radius.

, casting a large shadow.

"roar!"

As the black magic umbrella opened, a cold ghostly aura as thick as ink spread out, forming the image of a black skeleton. The black skeleton looked extremely eerie and terrifying, and also exuded an extremely powerful aura.

, stepped on a dark light magic circle, and at the same time, a shrill roar of "woo woo" came out from his mouth, like thousands of innocent souls crying. It sounded extremely weird and terrifying, making people feel creepy and chilling in their hearts.

!

"That's... Netherworld Umbrella! I didn't expect it to have been refined to such an extent by His Highness the Holy Son!"

Seeing the treasure sacrificed by Shang Yifei, everyone present exclaimed in surprise.

"It is rumored that the Netherworld Umbrella was the natal magic weapon of Yin-Yang Dharma King, a notorious evil powerhouse hundreds of years ago... After the fall of Yin-Yang Dharma King, this magic umbrella fell into the hands of three people, but

Because the Nether Umbrella itself is a peerless weapon, the three owners who finally obtained this treasure all suffered backlash, with all their blood and essence sucked dry, and ended up with a very miserable end! Later, this magic umbrella also

Just disappeared.”

At this moment, Blood Moon Saint saw the black magic umbrella and seemed to have some understanding of it, saying: "Two years ago, Shang Yifei found the whereabouts of this magic umbrella without knowing where.

And he has mastered it... Now it seems that after two years of refining, he has completely controlled this evil treasure."

Hearing what Blood Moon Saint said, the demon geniuses around them all showed surprised expressions.

The Netherworld Ghost Umbrella has a very bad reputation even in the entire evil world, but this is the first time they know that such a unique and ferocious weapon has actually fallen into the hands of the Holy Son of the Blood Moon.

From this we can also see how secretive the Blood Moon Son's methods are. If it weren't for the recognition of Zushan, I'm afraid he would not have revealed such a trump card so easily.

Although the people present at this moment can all be called top geniuses in the Demon Sect, there is undoubtedly a considerable gap between them and Shang Yifei in terms of their cultivation level and the various methods they have mastered.

"boom."

After Shang Yifei activated the Netherworld Umbrella, he not only withstood the mighty pressure from the Holy Mountain, but his aura became extremely tyrannical. Lin Che could clearly feel that facing Shang Yifei in such a state,

Even Master Wuxiang, who displays the three-headed and six-armed magic form, may not be his enemy.

gap.

Lin Che herself couldn't help but feel the deep gap.

Geniuses also have strengths and weaknesses. After Lin Che entered the Demon Cult, no matter whether she fought against Young Master Wuxiang, Young Master Wu Que, Tang Xuanyang, or even against Xiao Yue who was beyond her fourth level, she still had a lot of doubts about her own strength.

Little confidence.

But at this moment, just seeing Shang Yifei's aura, he felt unprecedented pressure.

Of course, Shang Yifei is already over forty years old, and Lin Che is only twenty years old now, so Lin Che will not belittle herself, but will have a strong and unyielding belief in her heart.

What can the Holy Son of the Blood Moon Demon Sect do? As long as he is given enough time to grow, it is not difficult to overtake him!

"Wow."

Just when Lin Che had these thoughts in her mind, she saw that under the blessing of Shang Yifei's momentum, the Netherworld Ghost Umbrella once again erupted with bright black light, finally arousing the resonance of Zushan.

"Boom."

Located at a height of 800 feet in Zushan Mountain, a dark black stone tablet suddenly started to tremble. On the stone tablet, there were dense runes engraved on it, with a vague hint of desolation and ancient meaning, making people intimidated and afraid to look at it!

As a large amount of black brilliance gushes out, it gradually condenses into the image of an old man in black. The old man in black is tall and tall, with his hands behind his back, his expression is indifferent, his eyes are indifferent, and his whole body exudes a suffocating and terrifying sense of oppression.

"Black Dragon Cult Leader!"

"Oh my God, it's actually the Black Dragon Cult Leader!"

The Blood Emperor Ancestral Mountain is nine hundred feet tall in total, and those who can be buried in it are all powerful men from the past generations of the Demon Sect.

But these powerful people are also divided into strong and weak. According to their achievements during their lifetime, the higher they are buried in the ancestral mountain, the stronger they are.

It is worth mentioning that after the 800-foot height of Zushan, the surrounding area was already empty, with only three tombstones, black, white, and green, standing side by side... And the holy soul of the previous leader Lingxu came from the white one among them.

Appeared in the stone tablet.

Now the Black Dragon Cult Leader appears from the black stone tablet on the side.

It can also be seen from this that the status and strength of this Black Dragon leader is by no means weaker than that of the previous leader Lingxu. He is also one of the three most powerful ancient leaders among the thirty-three generations of leaders in the history of the Demon Sect.

.

However, Shang Yifei couldn't help but frown secretly after seeing his figure emerging from such an extraordinary demon sect ancestor.

"how so……"

Shang Yifei has always regarded himself as extraordinary, relying on his cultivation level far beyond other geniuses. This time he pushed the true power in his body to the extreme, and even used one of his trump cards, the Netherworld Ghost Umbrella. He originally thought he would

Create a miracle to communicate with the Holy Soul of the Blood Emperor Ancestor.

But I didn't expect that in the end, I could only awaken the holy souls of the three ancient leaders, and there was no gap between what Si Xingtong had done before.

"In terms of cultivation, I am two levels higher than her; in terms of strength, she can never be my opponent now... Could it be that in the Ancestral Mountain, my potential cannot be recognized by the ancestors? I just follow him.

Is she on the same level?"

Shang Yifei's daily performance is actually very different from his true heart. Although he is usually calm and calm, showing a graceful and elegant demeanor, in fact, he has a strong desire to win and lose in his heart.

An extremely proud person.

In Shang Yifei's mind, even a top genius with the physique of an ancient emperor should be different from him.

So at this moment, seeing this scene in front of him, he still felt dissatisfied in his heart, and even had a hint of unwillingness.

"Is it you who awakened my holy soul?"

When the Black Dragon Cult Master opened his eyes and spoke indifferently, the aura exuded by the holy soul rolled out like a torrential river.

Hearing this, even though Shang Yifei felt a little unwilling in his heart, he hid it very well and showed a respectful attitude, saying: "It is Shang Yifei, the Holy Son of this generation, who pays homage to the Black Dragon Cult Leader."