Supreme Martial God

The Demonic Beast raised its foot that had been turned into a pile of bones and smashed a building in front of it into pieces.    

In the dense corpse energy, Ling Xiaoyu rode the bone beast and slowly advanced into the depths of the Netherworld Sect. Beside the bone beast were eight hundred stronger puppets, their eyes green with fire.    

These eight hundred puppets were all peak Martial Master or even Martial Master level experts when they were alive. Even if they were refined, their strength would be lost quite a bit, and right now, it was definitely not something that ordinary disciples could kill or block.    

They followed the ancient beasts and met some disciples of Netherworld Sect who were lucky enough to survive. These puppet corpses would draw their bows and shoot an arrow through the heads of the disciples.    

The corpse qi on the eight hundred puppets, when gathered together, was even more dense than the corpse qi on ten thousand normal corpses!    

Ahead of him, was the Netherworld Sect Outer Palace.    

Ling Xiaoyu stopped here, a ghostly flame flickered in his eyes as he looked at the withered and dried up yet undecomposed Great Hall, his pupils surging with faint undulations.    

"It has been three hundred years. This great hall was once controlled by me. In a flash, three hundred years passed. This is truly an old and vicissitudes of life …."    

He raised his hand and waved it slightly. Instantly, a stream of corpse aura flew out and transformed into a huge palm. With a rumble, the crumbling outer hall was completely destroyed.    

"This ancient stuff doesn't matter anymore. Everything will start from a new beginning …"    

The ancient beasts stepped into the ruins of the outer palace. With kacha kacha kacha sounds, they easily smashed apart the remaining ancient spirit trees on the way.    

When the ancient beast passed by the fake mountain pool that was used for the Spiritual Array, it also easily collapsed into pieces.    

The ground beneath the ancient beast's feet moaned, and its Netherworld Sect gradually shattered. Nothing could stop this several hundred meters large monster.    

It stepped into the Outer Palace and did not hurry towards the core area of the Netherworld Sect. Instead, it went straight through the Netherworld Sect and headed in the direction of the rear mountains.    

Ling Xiaoyu knew that the ancestral hall of the Guardian Elders of the Master s was located there.    

In the darkness, a purple sword aura flew over.    

Ling Xiaoyu turned around indifferently, he stared at the heavenly corpse Qi that was like a bright moon, the corners of his mouth slightly moved, and he said coldly: "Purple Cloud Sword, long time no see."    

Lee Fengxue appeared several tens of meters away, frowning at the Bone Beast that suddenly appeared, as well as the man that stood on top of the Bone Beast's head with his hands behind his back.    

Seeing the dark flame in the opponent's eyes, Lee Fengxue muttered to himself for a moment, but still bowed slightly and said softly: "Junior master Ling, do you have to do this?"    

Ling Xiaoyu looked at him coldly, his mouth revealing a cold smile, and said: "Snow Wind brat, thank you for still remembering me, this is great, I did not teach you for nothing back then."    

Lee Fengxue's face grew sad, and said: "That year, besides Master, Martial Uncle Ling and Martial Uncle Ning gave me a lot of pointers. I originally thought that with the three of you alive, my Netherworld Sect would be grand and magnificent, but I never expected it to change so quickly. It's just that after three hundred years, all grievances have been passed away, so please turn back."    

"Turn back? Hahaha, how can you turn around with my current appearance!? "Ling Xiaoyu suddenly let out a ghastly and hoarse laugh, stared at Lee Fengxue and said:" Your master used his high cultivation and the Master Scepter to forcefully separate Yin Yao and I, and I argued with him, and then he killed Yin Yao!    

In a moment, the ghost flame in Ling Xiaoyu's eyes grew larger, the corpse Qi that filled the sky started to boil, rolling and surging around his body.    

"He killed Yin Yao! My most beloved woman! He deserved to die! All of you deserve to die! Back then, my Cultivation base wasn't high enough, and he suppressed me! I've been sealed for three hundred years, and now, I'm back! I carry hatred, the hatred to destroy your Netherworld Sect! I want to massacre the Netherworld, smash apart that old fool's tablet, dig him out from the ground, and grind his bones into ashes! "    

"Turn back!? Hahaha, there's no way back! "I can't return!" Ling Xiaoyu laughed sinisterly, the ghostfire in his eyes became deeper, and the corpse Qi around him swirled even more, like a wave rising and falling, rumbling could be heard above the Netherworld Sect.    

"Crack!"    

The Bone Beast slightly twisted its neck, in the next moment, a thick corpse Qi shot out from its throat, straight at Lee Fengxue.    

This corpse Qi was so dense that it seemed to form a substance. Once it appeared, all the nearby buildings and plants started to rot instantly, and in the air, a terrible stench permeated the air. Even the purple colored Sword Qi barrier around Lee Fengxue was forced to retreat a few feet!    

"Since that's the case! Martial Uncle, I am sorry for offending you in the snowstorm! "    

Lee Fengxue's face was solemn, he brandished his Purple Cloud Sword, causing Sword Qi to fly out horizontally and slashing towards the dense corpse Qi, the corpse Qi intersected with the Sword Qi, instantly causing a large amount of corpse Qi to be sliced apart, and Lee Fengxue's purple sword aura also became much dimmer.    

"Hmph!" Ling Xiaoyu gave a cold snort, and his entire body shook slightly. Immediately, all of the corpse energy within three hundred meters of radius began to gather and swiftly fuse with the black light. The originally shattered black corpse energy condensed once again, and its aura became even more imposing than before.    

Lee Fengxue's face changed, he could only instigate his Genuine Essence and infuse it into the Purple Cloud Sword, persistently cutting apart the strengthened corpse qi!    

Only the puppet's corpse Qi was everywhere, continuously gathering, and after Lee Fengxue persisted for a while, the bright sword light became slightly dimmer under the corrosion.    

A baleful energy borrowed the body of the sword to transmit into Lee Fengxue's veins, causing the Netherworld Sect Master to feel slightly numb. Although the Genuine Essence had instantly shattered the baleful energy, this feeling still caused Lee Fengxue to feel shocked.    

It was only possible that Ling Xiaoyu had already mastered the puppet's corpse Qi to the Great Perfection Stage. This Guardian Spirit, its power was definitely not ordinary.    

Although he had learnt Netherworld Sword Book s, but unfortunately, he had not fully mastered them. He had only mastered the fifth stage of Netherworld Sword Book s, so compared to the corpse Qi, he did not have any advantage.    

What was even more terrifying was that Ling Xiaoyu himself already possessed a strong cultivation Genuine Essence. Back then, he was a legendary figure. Not to mention the current Lee Fengxue, even that Sect Guardian Elder who had the strongest internal power in his Netherworld Sect was far from being his match.    

With the support of the Purple Cloud Sword's sword intent and the presence of Netherworld Sword Book, it was considered extremely rare for Lee Fengxue to be able to hold on for an incense stick of time.    

"Hahaha!" Snow Wind brat, as expected of that old man's chosen Master. Being able to have such a cultivation is already shocking enough, but you are after all not that era's genius.    

Lee Fengxue also knew that he was definitely not a match for Ling Xiaoyu, but the resolution in his eyes was strong, and he continued to struggle on. With the determination that he was going to die, he opened his mouth with difficulty, "Junior Master Ling, since I have accepted Master's mantle, I do not care about life and death."    

"My aptitude is dull, and I cannot lead the Netherworld Sect to rise to prominence, however, I am absolutely unwilling to let down the Netherworld. Today, even if Snow Wind dies, I will definitely not take a step back.    

Ling Xiaoyu squinted his eyes, looking straight at Lee Fengxue, he suddenly laughed sinisterly, and said: "Then die!"    

He directly flew up into the air, turned into a black light, crossed more than thirty meters, and struck onto the Purple Cloud Sword. After a slight deadlock, the black light entered the sword sheath, and with a pu sound, a withered bone arm pierced into Lee Fengxue's chest.    

Seeing the man who was filled with the evil aura, Lee Fengxue's face did not change at all. He could only twitch uncontrollably, as if he was in extreme pain.    

"Martial Uncle Ling, turn around …"    

"Humph!" "Still dare to advise me!" Ling Xiaoyu roared, and suddenly struck out with his palm, striking Lee Fengxue's shoulder, instantly sending him far into the darkness below. The puppets that were scattered throughout the mountains and plains were shocked, but after a while, they smelt the smell of fresh blood, and immediately surrounded Lee Fengxue like boiling ants, in a crazed manner.