C1 First Chapter Sword Master of the Netherworld

Spirit World, Southern Region, Youmin Mountain.

"Lin Chen, hand over the Nine Underworlds Sword! I'll spare your life!"

"Lin Chen, the Nine Underworlds Sword is the ultimate treasure of the Devil Clan. Hand it over to me, and I'll take the people of the Devil Clan and leave this place!"

"Lin Chen, you have intruded into my Demon Realm and killed countless of my people. Today, I will make you pay with your blood!"

The clamorous noise from the Serene Min Mountain came from all directions. The dense crowd squeezed this place so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out. It was likely that there were more than ten thousand people here. Their auras were long and deep. Their gazes were cold, and waves of shocking killing intent shot into the distance.

There, Lin Chen's white clothes were fluttering in the wind. His body was covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled. However, his expression didn't change even when faced with an army of thousands of soldiers. He looked at them with pride. It was as if there was nothing in this world that could make him afraid. There was not a complete body within three thousand feet of him. Blood flowed like rivers, dyeing the earth red.

In his hand, a blood sword danced about. Wherever it went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and wails continuously sounded. When everyone saw this sword, their hearts burned with fear at the same time. They wanted to take it for themselves.

That was the number one divine sword of the three dimensions, the Nine Underworlds Sword!

The five elements, Yin and Yang, split open the heavens and the earth, and the sword spirits of the Nine Underworlds stopped living. It was rumored that the Nine Netherworlds Sword contained a power that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth, and it had obtained the inheritance of the Nine Netherworlds Sword. This caused countless people to go crazy over it. In the past, Netherworld Sword Lord had always been feared by the feudal vassals when he was angry. He had lived in peace, and the world had been extinguished.

Lin Chen was the seventh generation of Netherworld Sword Lord!

"Haha, as expected of Netherworld Sword Lord. He is indeed powerful. But Lin Chen, look who this is!" A young man walked out with a girl in his arms. He held his sword horizontally across his neck and said with a cold smile.

"Yao Er... Lin Feng, you bastard... " Lin Chen was astonished and furious.

Lin Feng was his younger brother. For the sake of the Lin family's power, he had colluded with other clans to frame Lin Chen. He had been killed by both good and evil people in the world.

"Let's go! Don't worry about me! They won't be able to stop you with your cultivation level! Hurry up and leave!" said Lin Shui Yao with tears in her eyes.

"Idiot, why would I leave you behind?" Lin Chen laughed bitterly. Cultivating the Sword Dao, one's state of mind was like a sword. If he abandoned his closest kin and ignored them, then he wouldn't deserve to raise his sword.

"You want to leave?" Lin Feng smiled coldly. Of course, he wouldn't let Lin Chen go, otherwise, he would be the one to die. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he slapped Lin Shui Yao's back.

"Pff..."

Lin Shuiyao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Lin Chen let out a wail and hugged her in a flash. At this moment, a blood sword pierced through his chest.

Lin Chen didn't say a word after suffering a severe injury. His blood-red eyes were fixed on Lin Shuiyao in his arms. His body flashed, and he retreated a few hundred meters. He then circulated his energy and probed. Instantly, he lost his soul. All of Lin Shuiyao's meridians were broken and she was on the verge of death. It was already hard to save her.

"No..." Lin Chen raised his head and let out a long roar, and his blood and tears rained down like rain.

Right at this moment, Lin Shuiyao suddenly hugged Lin Chen in her arms, and turned around.

Lin Chen was pleasantly surprised when he saw this, but in the next moment, his body suddenly became extremely cold, as cold as hell.

A blood sword pierced through Lin Shuiyao's body and pierced into his chest. If it was any further, it would be his heart.

"Shuiyao!!!"

Lin Chen roared with all his strength. His blood eyes swept across the area. Everyone couldn't help but tremble and retreat. At this moment, all the joy he once had flooded him like a tidal wave. At this moment, he was helpless when he saw her flourishing and falling.

Her black hair was all white, and a single thought turned her into a devil.

Next, it was a battle of 'devil slaying' that had been passed down for tens of thousands of generations.

This battle continued for seven days and seven nights, and when faced with an endless number of cultivators... Lin Chen was finally outnumbered. Soon, blood and flesh flew everywhere, but the corpses around him were piled up like a mountain. Although he had run out of oil, wherever his hateful Blood Eye looked, he couldn't help but tremble. Anyone who looked into his eyes would feel the aura of death.

The ground that was dyed red with blood had turned into an Asura slaughterhouse! All of the peerless masters that had surrounded him had fallen into pools of blood. Blood tears covered an area of a thousand feet. There was no longer a complete corpse! The peerless experts of the past, the formidable heroes of the past, under the unparalleled power of the Nine Underworlds Sword World... All turned into wreckage!

In the air, Lin Chen's bloody body slowly fell down like a fallen leaf, falling into the dust. His expression became indifferent, as if the blood flowing on his body did not belong to him. Death might be a luxury to him.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he seemed to see Lin Shuiyao smiling at him. She was still so gentle and stunning. Her lily-white hands gently played the zither, and the faint sound of the zither entered the curtain of her ears. It caused a faint smile to appear on his face as he gently said, "Yao'er, I'm here..."

"Shui Yao!" Lin Chen suddenly woke up from the crude stone room. When he opened his eyes, he cried out in a heart-wrenching manner.

Just as he finished shouting, Lin Chen used his eyes to take a look and was suddenly stunned.

Not only did he not die, he was even lying in an unfamiliar room. Not only that, even his physical appearance had changed.

What was going on?

"It hurts!" Lin Chen had just gotten up when a struggling expression appeared on his face.

He only felt a splitting headache as unfamiliar memories forcefully surged into his mind. The various scenes were like a movie, allowing him to watch them from the beginning to the end.

The fusion of foreign memories only lasted for an hour in reality, but Lin Chen felt that more than ten years had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, the pain gradually dissipated, and his memories completely merged.

Only now did he know that he hadn't perished in You Mingshan's soul. Instead, he had been reborn in the body of an in-name disciple of the Yanluo Sect of the Spiritual Realm.

What made him speechless was that his name was actually Lin Chen.

The merging of their memories had let him know that he was sixteen years old this year. He had joined the Yanluo Sect two years ago, but because his talent was too low, without passing the sect's examination, he could only become an in-name disciple. He was responsible for cleaning up the sect, and was responsible for the dirty and tiresome work in the sect.

In the cultivation world, the strong preyed on the weak, strength was everything. It was very rare for ordinary people to have a chance to cultivate, so even if they worked as an in-name disciple in Yanluo Sect, Lin Chen still cherished it very much in the past two years.

"Since you have a chance to live again, then live well. Yao Er, don't worry. Sooner or later, those people will pay with their blood! "

"First of all, we need to familiarize ourselves with this body." In his previous life, as Netherworld Sword Lord, he possessed the greatest power in the world. However, this body was different. Everything had to start from scratch.

Lin Chen got off the bed, pushed open the stone door, and came to an open space in front of him.

He closed his eyes, and the basic cultivation technique of Yanluo Sect - Cloud Breaking Palm - appeared in his mind.

In the Spiritual Realm, cultivation techniques were divided into five levels. They were Human, Yellow, Mystic, Earth Rank and Heaven. Each level was also divided into low, middle, and high levels.

And this Cloudbreaker Palm was a low level Mortal cultivation technique!

"I, Lin Chen, am actually reduced to cultivating this kind of cultivation technique." Lin Chen shook his head helplessly, came in front of a big tree, and waved his palm.

Boom! Boom!

The palm shadows were so heavy that they caused the leaves to fall. Lin Chen's entire body felt relaxed and full of energy.

Strange, in my memory, I should only remember that I don't know how to use my cultivation technique in this life. How could I use it so easily? Furthermore, I used the Fifth Cloud Breaking Palm as soon as I stretched it out.

"Could it be..."

Lin Chen's eyes darkened. The sixth level of the Cloud Breaking Palm flashed across his mind. He shouted lightly and struck out with his palm. The Spiritual Qi in his body churned and gathered on his palm. A powerful palm force burst out.

The wind was dancing wildly. The dust and leaves were all blown into the air and shattered into countless pieces.

"As expected..."

Lin Chen had been wondering why his comprehension ability, which was below his natural endowment in this life, had suddenly become so high. No matter how he thought about it, he could only come up with the idea of soul fusion.

In his previous life, as Netherworld Sword Lord, his natural endowment was unparalleled, and now it had been brought to this life...

"First of all, let's get rid of the name of Lin Chen's trash..."