The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 30 Ninefold Hell

Li Qinghe sat on the deck, watching Yun Weiyang soar into the sky, her eyes sparkling.

Having condensed her Dao Embryo in just three months, Yun Weiyang's soul aptitude was stronger than she had imagined.

Another three months passed.

The massive ship of flesh and blood slowly slowed down, passing through layer after layer of thick clouds. Yun Weiyang stood on the ship's side, looking at the land gradually becoming clearer ahead.

Then he saw the ancestral temple of the Nine Nether Sect.

It was a huge dome covering the continuous mountains, as black as ink and as deep as an abyss, like a night sky inverted on the earth. Its surface had no luster and seemed to be swallowing light, like a giant beast crawling on the mountains and rivers.

"This is the ancestral home of the Nine Netherworld Sect." Li Qinghe stood beside Yun Weiyang, looking at the pitch-black ancestral home before him, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Ninefold Netherworld Prison."

Yun Weiyang stared into the deep darkness without saying a word.

The massive ship of flesh and blood slowly landed on a flat area outside the Underworld. Li Qinghe stowed the ship and led Yun Weiyang toward the dark dome.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the heavy oppressive feeling emanating from the Ninefold Netherworld, like an ant standing at the feet of an elephant, or a speck of dust suspended above the abyss.

Yun Weiyang's heart skipped a beat, and then a smile appeared on her face.

"Being alive is definitely better than being dead."

Li Qinghe glanced at Yun Weiyang, not understanding what nonsense he was talking about, and ignored Yun Weiyang, Li Qinghe stepped into the darkness.

Yun Weiyang followed behind her.

Li Qinghe took a step forward, looking at the pitch-black iron dome in front of him. His aura began to rise continuously, and the blood-red sword light surged, like a great dragon stretching across the abyss of heaven, extremely fierce. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed straight towards the Ninefold Netherworld.

"presumptuous!"

"The Divine Sword Sect has come knocking on our door?"

Two surprised voices came from the dark iron dome, one from the left and one from the right, and two figures rushed out of the iron dome.

On the left is an elderly man with a full head of white hair and a hunched back, and on the right is a middle-aged man with a burly figure and thick black hair and beard.

The two men looked at Li Qinghe. The middle-aged man snorted coldly, opened his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, demonic energy condensed, wind and clouds gathered, transforming into a giant hand as large as the sky, grabbing towards the descending sword light.

Tear!

With a flash of sword light, the giant hand was cleanly torn apart. The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he coldly snorted. He raised his right hand, his five fingers intertwining, transforming into a blade of light flowing with dazzling golden light. The blade of light descended from the sky like a guillotine, colliding with the blood-red sword light.

boom!

The sword light and blade light exploded together, turning into countless fragments that shot down in all directions, like a sky full of falling meteors, cutting countless cracks and ravines into the surrounding earth and mountains.

The middle-aged man looked at Li Qinghe with a cold expression and intense killing intent in his eyes. He clenched his right hand, and an unusually thick iron spear appeared in his hand.

With a burst of energy, the middle-aged man's demonic aura surged, and he was about to attack Li Qinghe.

Just then, a hand patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, stopping him.

"etc."

The middle-aged man frowned, looking at the white-haired old man beside him, and said coldly, "Old Shen, it's fine if you don't make a move, but now you're blocking me. What do you want to do?"

Shen Longlin glanced at Zuo Shulong, who was looking furious, and curled his lip: "Wait, I know this person."

Pushing Zuo Shulong aside, Shen Longlin walked to a spot not far from Li Qinghe, looked her up and down, and a smile appeared on his gaunt face.

"I knew it, you wretched creature, you wouldn't die so cleanly."

Li Qinghe looked at Shen Longlin and snorted coldly, "I want to see my master."

"Then let's go." Shen Longlin smiled, looked at Zuo Shulong who still had a blank expression, and explained, "This is Li Qinghe, the unlucky guy I told you about who was killed by Wu Xiong."

Li Qinghe's expression turned cold.

The Seven Kill Sword was drawn instantly. Yun Weiyang couldn't even see Li Qinghe's movements. She only saw a flash of blood light, like a shooting star, and Shen Longlin was torn in two by the sword light, his internal organs and flesh scattered all over the ground.

"Hehehe, still as bad-tempered as ever."

A cold laugh came from the flesh and blood. The torn body closed up again, and amidst the wisps of death energy, Shen Longlin reopened his eyes, looked at Li Qinghe who was holding a sword, and waved his hand.

"No, I'm no match for you. If you want to fight, go find Elder Lian." Shen Longlin said, pointing to Zuo Shulong, who was holding a gun.

Zuo Shulong looked at Li Qinghe with a furrowed brow and said to Shen Longlin, "How can you be sure she is Li Qinghe and not some demon or monster possessed?"

Shen Longlin's smile remained unchanged as he looked at Zuo Shulong and said calmly, "Her father is from Nongting City. If you want to fight, I won't stop you. I just hope you can withstand Elder Nong's wrath later."

Upon hearing the words "Nongting City," Zuo Shulong's expression stiffened. He gave Li Qinghe and Shen Longlin a cold look, put away his iron spear, and turned to disappear.

"Hehehe, let's go."

Shen Longlin smiled, flicked his sleeve, and ripples spread across the dark iron dome, creating a crack three zhang wide and ten zhang high.

Li Qinghe remained expressionless, sheathed the Seven Kill Sword, and walked towards the entrance.

Shen Longlin flashed to the side of Yun Weiyang, who had been silent all along, and looked at him with a glint in his eyes.

"Kid, what's your relationship with that ruthless Li Qinghe?"

Yun Weiyang looked at Shen Longlin beside her and said with a smile, "She is my master."

Shen Longlin chuckled: "As expected, you're not simple to get her to accept you."

Shen Longlin took out a piece of jet-black jade from his sleeve and handed it to Yun Weiyang.

"Young man, consider this my gift as your senior apprentice."

Yun Weiyang looked at the precious jade handed to her, but did not take it. Instead, she smiled and said, "Uncle Shen, you are too impatient. I still want to see the scenery inside the Ninefold Netherworld."

Shen Longlin's smile vanished. He twisted his wrist, put away the precious jade, and looked at Yun Weiyang with a cold smile on his gaunt face.

"The Scripture of the Demon Seal, not bad, not bad at all. You'd better be careful. You are the first person in the Nine Nether Sect in the last three hundred years to successfully cultivate this Heavenly Art. Many people in the sect will be interested in you."

After saying this, Shen Longlin turned and walked into the Ninefold Netherworld.

Yun Weiyang watched Shen Longlin's retreating figure, smiled, and didn't pay any attention.

The fact that Li Qinghe's father was able to scare away Zuo Shulong, an elder of the Nine Nether Sect, clearly shows that Li Qinghe's father is stronger than Li Qinghe. As long as Li Qinghe is still willing to protect him, he won't have too much trouble on the surface.

Stepping through the entrance, Yun Weiyang was suddenly greeted by a breathtaking view.

Contrary to expectations of darkness and gloom, the area was picturesque with its towering pavilions and numerous palaces. The sky was pitch black, dotted with stars, beneath which stretched a continuous range of undulating mountains, resembling a giant dragon lying across the land. On these mountains, countless palaces and jade towers stood side by side, like the scales of a dragon.

Stone steps, corridors, and arched bridges stand in rows, shimmering with countless rainbows, like rainbows connecting mountains and palaces.