Peerless Sword God

"You can't restrain the power of the Nine Nether Yin Fire, so just stay outside and watch the wind." Xiaohuo snorted.

"I didn't ask you." Zhe Tian faced each other.

"Okay, if you keep arguing, just stay outside."

Lin Chen interrupted their bickering.

Zhe Tian and Xiao Huo immediately became honest.

"Zhe Tian, ​​you are responsible for containing him," Lin Chen said.

"Okay." Zhetian nodded.

"action."

Lin Chen's wings of life dragged out a straight line of white light and flew into the pitch-black abyss.

The moment he entered the abyss, Buddha's light and bright energy intertwined behind him, like a golden sun, illuminating the abyss as bright as day and wiping out the pervasive cold air.

Zhetian stood on the main Zhetian Temple, with dazzling golden light blooming all over her body. She had seen the power of Jiuyou Yin Fire. She held her pink fists and had a serious look on her face.

After Xiaohuo knew that Jiuyou Yinhuo was the Holy God of Nine Tribulations, she did not dare to take it lightly. She had a serious look on her face, and she was surrounded by Jiuyang Fire, shining with golden fire.

"Someone is coming."

At the bottom of the abyss, the Nine Nether Fires entrenched on the edge of the cold pool seemed to sense something. The flames curled up, and a black-faced boy emerged. He looked up and saw all kinds of divine lights, which felt particularly dazzling.

Sen Leng's eyes rolled. He looked carefully and saw Lin Chen's figure. His face suddenly darkened and he said angrily: "Damn it! Why is this damn boy here again? It's not over, right?"

Rolling up the Nine Nether Yin Fire in his body, the black-faced boy wanted to go up and deal with Lin Chen, but suddenly noticed the girl in the flame dress behind Lin Chen.

No, to be precise, it was the golden divine flame lingering around the girl.

"The Fire of Nine Yangs, this is the Fire of Nine Yangs, the little one who can kill a thousand swords"

Son, he actually found my nemesis. "

The pupils of the black-faced boy's eyes shrank, showing a panicked expression, like a mouse meeting a cat.

"Wait a minute, that Nine Sun Fire is the Holy God of Nine Tribulations, which is one level lower than the young master."

After noticing Xiao Huo's state, the black-faced boy relaxed a little, but his face turned ugly as he cursed:

"The boy who killed a thousand swords must have invited my nemesis to murder me. He is simply bullying others. This time, I will make you pay a heavy price."

With a ferocious look on his face, he rolled his eyes, carrying the Nine Nether Yin Fire of his body, quietly submerged into the cold pool and disappeared.

With sharp eyes, Xiao Huo caught a glimpse of his figure and asked enthusiastically: "Dad, is that black-faced kid the spirit body of Jiuyou Yinhuo?"

"Yes, the cold pool down there is his lair. There seems to be a terrifying existence that makes me feel palpitations."

Lin Chen nodded and reminded: "Be careful later. If it doesn't work, return to my Dantian in time."

"Yeah." Zhetian and Xiaohuo nodded obediently.

Lin Chen rushed down all the way at a very fast speed. In an instant, he was less than a hundred feet away from the cold pool at the bottom and stopped.

"Dad, the cold air here is too strong, and the ancient holy city may not be able to bear it even half a step away." Xiao Huo frowned.

"Well, I'll test him first and see if I can lure him out again."

Lin Chen nodded, and first used the origin of Buddhism and the Holy Path of Light, as well as the robe of life to protect his divine body against the cold and cold air around him, then he summoned the Wandering Dragon Sword and said softly, "Go."

call out!

The Wandering Dragon Sword is like a white divine rainbow, piercing directly into the cold pool, and the sword of Qing Yue comes out.

There was a whistling sound, and sword light suddenly flew, creating a large wave of cold water.

"You're a kid who can kill a thousand swords. If you want to deal with me with just a top-grade supreme treasure, you're just dreaming."

In the cold pool, Jiuyou Yinhuo's scolding voice came out: "If you have the ability, just come in. I will make sure you never come back."

Before he finished speaking, a huge clang was heard, and Youlongjian was shaken out of the cold pool.

A fist seal burning with black flames blasted out from the cold pool and hit Lin Chen above.

Lin Chen grabbed the Wandering Dragon Sword that was sent flying back, then slashed it down with his sword, and with one move of the Wenjian sword, he destroyed the fist seal.

Lin Chen leaned over the cold pool and said with a smile: "Jiuyou Yinhuo, if you surrender obediently and serve me from now on, I can spare your death."

"I'm so angry, Master. I've been practicing for hundreds of millions of years before I developed my spiritual wisdom and my spiritual body. You actually want to subdue me, it's such a delusion." Jiuyou Yinhuo said with thunderous fury.

"You were the one who attacked me first. I will let it go. As long as you surrender, I will be merciful to you." Lin Chen said lightly.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have the ability, come in and compete with me. Let's see how I deal with you." Jiuyou Yinhuo provoked.

"Okay, I'll do what you want and see what you can rely on."

Lin Chen smiled when he heard the words, took the robe of life, and rushed towards the bottom of the cold pool with the light of Buddha and the energy of light.

Zhe Tian returned to the main body Zhe Tian Temple, and Xiao Huo showed the fire of the nine suns of the main body and followed Lin Chen into the cold pool.

The moment he entered the cold pool, Lin Chen felt the terrifying coldness, which was enough to make the half-step ancient saint retreat.

His divine body is cold, and the speed of his energy, blood, and holy power has slowed down. Fortunately, he has the Robe of Life.

The original protection of the Buddha's way and the holy way of light has just isolated the cold and cold meaning, and the divine body, qi, blood and holy power are only slightly affected.

But the power of this cold and cold air didn't stop there. Lin Chen's energy and spirit were also affected, and the surface of the spiritual world was filled with a cold and cold atmosphere.

He hurriedly ran the Bhattacharya, and the majestic ancient Buddha came. The light and charm of the Buddha lingered, protecting the essence and spirit and driving away the coldness outside the spiritual world, but the essence and spirit were still slightly affected.

Of course, this influence is insignificant and not enough to weaken Lin Chen's strength.

But he could see that Zhatian was not feeling well. The Zhatian Temple was coated with a layer of cold light. Zhatian in the body had a pale face, pursed his lips and frowned, and looked very uncomfortable.

A scene that made Lin Chen feel relieved appeared.

Xiaohuo, who was not affected, saw Zhatian's appearance, snorted lightly, swept the Nine Suns Fire, and helped Zhatian expel the coldness around him.

Zhatian's pale face turned a little red. She glanced at Xiaohuo and muttered, "Thank you."

"It's just a piece of cake." Xiaohuo smiled.

Lin Chen smiled at this, and then looked at the gloomy Nine Nether Yinhuo below, and smiled, "I'm in, what do you want?"

"Quickly surrender to my father, otherwise I will beat you up." Xiaohuo stared and said fiercely.

"Quickly surrender." Zhatian also shouted.

"You damned kid, you have guts, but unfortunately, you fell into the trap, you will be eaten alive, hahaha."

Nine Nether Yin Fire gritted his teeth, suddenly changed his tone, laughed, and then retreated to the edge of the cold pond.

Xiao Huo saw this and wondered: "What tricks does this guy want to play?"

Lin Chen's mental power radiated, and suddenly found

something, and said in doubt: "Strange, why is there a hidden corpse gas here?"