The Legend of the Netherworld

When the wolf demons saw that their two overlords had fallen to Lin Xiao, the wolf pack became completely crazy, surrounding Lin Xiao layer by layer, and continuously pouncing on Lin Xiao in the center or biting him.

The wolf demons outside the encirclement began to howl to the sky, as if to cheer for the battle, and as if to mourn the death of the two lords.

The long sword in Lin Xiao's hand had long lost its cold light. It was stained with bright red wolf blood and completely turned into a blood sword, as if it had just been drawn from a pool of blood.

He continued to swing the blood sword to kill the attacking wolf demon, while the daggers floating around him rotated around him, resisting the approaching wolf demon and trying his best to protect him from being harassed.

After an unknown amount of time, the wolf demons slowly regained their senses and looked at each other. They still surrounded Lin Xiao, but no longer attacked. The wolf demons on the periphery also stopped howling.

Lin Xiao was covered in wounds, his own blood mixed with the wolf demon's blood.

But he held the long sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, and the dagger hovered above his head, ready to attack at any time, confronting the wolf monsters like a god of death bathed in wolf blood.

Seeing that all his targets had been killed, a smile appeared on his lips.

The wolf demons stopped attacking. He took out the wine gourd with a smile and took a sip of the elixir wine. He immediately felt his strength rapidly recovering.

At this moment, Lin Xiao suddenly became refreshed and energetic. The sword in his hand also felt the change in strength and trembled slightly.

Lin Xiao, who had recovered, no longer indulged them. He strode towards the small path on the cliff. The wolf demon's encirclement could only retreat to make way for Lin Xiao.

At this moment, an older wolf demon finally couldn't bear it any longer and pounced towards Lin Xiao's neck with the determination to exchange his life.

However, the moment it jumped up, the dagger on Lin Xiao's head quickly pierced through its heart in the air, and it fell heavily into the pile of wolf monsters.

Lin Xiao walked along the path down the cliff, and no wolf monster came forward to attack him.

The small path was also blocked by wolf demons, but they all consciously made way for Lin Xiao. Even if the retreating wolf demons pushed the wolf demons on the edge of the cliff off the cliff, no wolf demon attacked again. Now it was terrifyingly quiet, with only the screams of falling off the cliff.

Lin Xiao walked to the small road intersection. The wolf demon here had already made way for Lin Xiao. The monks and other demons who were watching the excitement were gathered in front of him.

They saw a bloody bald boy holding a bloody sword in his hand, a bloody dagger floating above his head, blood dripping from his tattered leopard skin. No one cared whose blood it was. He looked as imposing as a god of war walking out of the Shura battlefield.

"It's so scary, is this still a human?"

"This child is destined to be extraordinary in the future."

"What sin did the wolf clan commit to offend this young man?" "I wonder whose disciple was able to cultivate such a genius." Various discussions were heard from the onlookers.

"How about we, the demon clan, take action now to kill this young man and eliminate the trouble for the demon clan forever."

An unusual voice came from it.

After hearing this, Lin Xiao stopped in his tracks. His expression suddenly turned cold, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the blood sword on his finger also revealed a faint cold light. "Whoever wants to attack, come at me now."

The crowd of onlookers suddenly stopped talking and looked at each other, each making their own calculations in their minds.

Lin Xiao looked at the people in front of him and thought to himself, "I had already anticipated this situation. I just drank some elixir wine on the cliff and recovered my strength. Now I can fight anyone."

Lin Xiao stared at the people in front of him with a cold, contemptuous look. Seeing that no one made a move, he said coldly, "Since no one dares to make a move, I won't waste time with you. Just be your cowardly turtle."

After he said this sarcastically, he paused for a moment, wanting to see if anyone could not help but attack, intending to kill one instantly to make an example of him.

The demons watching were also waiting for someone to take the lead, but no one wanted to be the first to provoke the god of death in front of them.

Seeing that no one took action, Lin Xiao jumped up and used the "Dragon Wandering Around the Seas" technique to quickly leave this place of trouble.

As soon as he left, the surrounding demons began to get excited again, blaming each other after the fact for not taking action.

Suddenly, a violent storm began to fall from the sky, and the blood on the cliff washed down like a river of blood.

The falling rain seemed like nature weeping for the tragedy of the wolf clan, and the blood that washed down also suggested that the wolf clan had completely lost its dominance on the outskirts of the ancient forest.

Lin Xiao came to the river and washed his body. His body was covered with scars, including wolf claws and wolf teeth marks. There was even a cut on his face. Fortunately, Lin Xiao's body was invincible and he felt no pain. The wound was healing quickly.

He was bathing in the heavy rain, as if the rain was a hymn to the winner, passionate and tragic.

After Lin Xiao finished cleaning, seeing that it was getting dark, he quickly returned to the big tree hole, meditated and practiced, summarizing and reviewing every move of today's fight. At the same time, Lin Xiao felt that his own strength had also been improved by the battle.

The next day, the ancient forest was covered by heavy rain. Lin Xiao did not choose to go to the big tree hole, but instead practiced meditation.

Meanwhile, the sky was clear at the Feng Shui Academy several kilometers away. Daoyi, who had been practicing in seclusion in the Zen Heart Hall for more than two months, came out successfully. At this time, Daoyi's realm had reached the second level of Jiayin.

At this time, Yu Sheng of Xuantian Pavilion heard that Daoyi had come out of seclusion, and he hurried to Chanyi Hall to find Daoyi. At this time, Daoyi was in his own Zen room.

"Senior Brother Daoyi, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You have finally come out. Congratulations to you for surpassing yourself and successfully leaping into the second level of Jiayin." Yu Sheng said with a smile on his face.

Daoyi saw this, his face expressionless, and said coldly: "What do you want from me?"

Yu Sheng's face was filled with malice, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He said, "Brother Daoyi, do you still remember Lin Xiao? He was the one who fought against you in the Sutra Tower, and was also your first opponent in the martial arts competition."

"Even if I turn into ashes, I will still remember him." Dao was instantly enraged and his face flushed red.

Yu Sheng walked over to Daoyi and whispered in his ear, "I understand that Lin Xiao has a fellow villager who is a disciple of your Chan Yi Tang. His name is Wang Yiming. They have a very good relationship, and Lin Xiao has come to Chan Xin Tang many times to look for Wang Yiming."

Daoyi's rage soared after hearing this. He slapped the table angrily and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a traitorous junior brother by my side. Go back and I will take care of this matter."

Yu Sheng left quietly.

Daoyi stood up and left the Zen room, and came to the front yard. In front of him were the new disciples of the Zen Hall who were practicing and sparring with each other.