Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 1544 - 1529: I, Mo Xiaoyao, Am Here!

"I, Lingg Yefeng, am here. Let's see who dares to touch my master! Courting death!"

With the resounding shout echoing throughout the world, people immediately saw a large, silver sickle spinning and slashing, aiming at the shadow of the dragon claw.

Immediately, bursts of exclamations erupted: "Death God Scythe! It's the Death God Scythe!"

"Death God Scythe!"

"Sickle of the Ancient Death God!"

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the silver sickle!

This sickle, originating from ancient times, is a true Divine Artifact.

On each face, besides astonishment, there was also an uncontrollable greed!

Who wouldn't be moved by such a Divine Grade item, who wouldn't want to seize it for themselves?

Then, under the watchful eyes of many, people saw the Death God Scythe already slashing at the giant dragon claw shadow madly reaching out to Shi Feng.

"Roar!" Faintly, people seemed to hear a painful dragon's roar echoing, followed by the enormous, seemingly powerful dragon claw shadow suddenly collapsing!

A single slash from the Death God Scythe unexpectedly broke the Northern Border Dynasty's ultimate skill, Destruction Dragon Claw!

"Uh!" With the ultimate skill broken, the body of the Martial Emperor expert from the Northern Border Dynasty trembled, and a muffled hum came from his mouth.

Subsequently, the handsome White-clothed Martial Emperor appeared with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that with the Destruction Dragon Claw broken, he himself suffered a backlash!

But soon, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then slowly turned around once again facing the gigantic black whirlpool entering the Netherworld Purgatory!

At this moment, the black silhouette in front of the black whirlpool quickly became the focal point of this world!

Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, Emperor Nine Nether's first disciple, one of the three giants of the Dark Camp, current owner of the Divine Artifact Death God Scythe!

After the Death God Scythe obliterated the dragon claw shadow, it shone with a silver light and then disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already by Lingg Yefeng's side, tightly gripped in his hand.

Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, dressed in black, long hair wildly fluttering in the wind, holding the Death God Scythe, instantly became the sole presence in this world!

The attention originally focused on Shi Feng suddenly shifted entirely to Lingg Yefeng.

"Heh heh! Heh heh heh!" Seeing Lingg Yefeng appear, the Martial Emperor expert from the Northern Border Dynasty did not show anger but instead let out a "heh" laugh, saying:

"Netherworld returned well, returned brilliantly! Lingg Yefeng, hiding in the Netherworld Purgatory, finally willing to come out. The Death God Scythe indeed extraordinary! I am determined to win!" With the Destruction Dragon Claw broken, he naturally attributed it all to the Death God Scythe!

"Humph!" Facing the piercing gazes, Lingg Yefeng let out a cold hum, and instantly, countless corpse bodies, like locusts, continuously floated out from him, suspended in all directions.

Each corpse emitted a black Aura of Death, exuding a strong death aura!

"Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses!"

"Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses!"

"Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses!"

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The appearance of ten thousand corpses triggered another wave of exclamations throughout the world!

Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng's ultimate skill, renowned across the world!

Lingg Yefeng stood proudly among the ten thousand corpses, his face becoming extremely solemn, then he moved and suddenly knelt sharply towards Shi Feng's direction: "Yefeng pays homage to Master! Welcoming Master back!"

Although his face was solemn, Lingg Yefeng was extremely excited within his heart at that moment.

Master isn't dead! Master really isn't dead!

"Alright, these worldly manners, we'll talk about them after eliminating these trash, rise!" Facing Lingg Yefeng's kneeling, Shi Feng spoke calmly.

And to refer to these Supreme Martial Emperors as trash, from his tone, it seemed to imply that eliminating them was a very easy task.

Before coming to the Netherworld Purgatory, he passed through Central State, went to the Dark Camp, and found all of its constructions destroyed, with not a single soul in sight.

At that time, Shi Feng was worried about this disciple, but now seeing him here, he could finally feel relieved.

Upon hearing Shi Feng's words, Lingg Yefeng slowly stood up, then a cold smile appeared once again on his lips, coldly staring at those in front.

"Lingg Yefeng, as long as you hand over the Death God Scythe to me, I can spare you life!" At this moment, overseas cultivator Hong Kun Ancestor, his old face still filled with excitement and greed, shouted at Lingg Yefeng.

From just now until now, his eyes have been fixed on that Death God Scythe, never leaving.

Seeing him now, he wished to rush over and violently seize the Death God Scythe from Lingg Yefeng's hands.

"Lingg Yefeng, give it to me! Hand over the Death God Scythe!"

"Lingg Yefeng, take out the Death God Scythe!"

"Lingg Yefeng, if you want to live, quickly hand over the Death Scythe!"

"Lingg Yefeng..."

At this moment, these Supreme Martial Emperors continuously spoke out, shouting at Lingg Yefeng.

The legendary Death God Scythe is right before their eyes, they truly desire to hold this Death God Scythe in their hands.

At this moment, the immense force rose from these Supreme Martial Emperors, preparing to launch an attack, preparing to seize the Death God Scythe.

As for Lingg Yefeng, facing these more than thirty Supreme Martial Emperors, listening to their continuous words, he remained completely unafraid, coldly laughing and exclaimed: "The Death God Scythe is right in my hand, Lingg Yefeng's hand. If you have the skill, come and get it!"

While saying this, Lingg Yefeng activated the Power of Death, gathering all the Aura of Death from himself and the ten thousand Yin Corpses onto the Death God Scythe.

Next, the Death God Scythe trembled violently in Lingg Yefeng's hand.

At this moment, Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng's aura underwent a dramatic change, with his long hair wildly dancing as though the Death God had descended.

This moment, Lingg Yefeng stood before the gigantic black whirlpool, possessing the momentum of one man guarding against thousands!

"What? Hurry over and take it!" Seeing no one rushing over, Lingg Yefeng shouted loudly at them again, his shout louder than before.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

After Lingg Yefeng's shout fell, waves of deep killing shouts erupted from the mouths of these Supreme Martial Emperors.

One by one, the figures of Supreme Martial Emperor experts began to move!

But at this moment, another cold shout resounded through the world: "I, Mo Xiaoyao, am here!"

When this voice just fell, shouting continued to echo: "I, Luo Qingchuan, am here!"

"I, Xiao Tianyi, am here!"

"I, Ning City, am here!"

"I, Andang, am here!"

"I, Miee Tian, am here!"

"We, the Eight Ghost Generals, are here!"

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With the echoes of these shouts resonating through the world, powerful silhouettes continuously appeared before the gigantic black whirlpool!

With Shi Feng's return, the Nine Nether Lineage members who originally hid in the Netherworld Purgatory finally revealed themselves at this moment!