Chapter 436: Bo Xuan's Revenge Is Never Too Late

"Is it over?!!"

Sitting on the throne of darkness, Bo Xuan dispersed the terrifying fluctuations in his palm without a trace. He had just planned to join forces with Lin Dong, but the battle was over.

Speaking of which, with Lin Dong's current combat power, he dared to face off against a Samsara Realm master who had passed the second Samsara Tribulation head-on. It was like playing to suppress two ordinary Samsara Realm masters who had not yet passed the Samsara Tribulation.

"Space Deprivation!"

A faint voice fell, and a black bead covered with countless mysterious runes and the size of a dragon eye flew out of a person's Qiankun bag automatically.

"Two supreme elders, come, tell me what this is? It's not the health ball you often play with in your hands, right? But this one hasn't even been polished, it doesn't look like it~"

Lin Dong stroked the black bead in his hand and asked with a smile.

Seeing that the matter was completely exposed, the two supreme elders lowered their heads with ashes and simply kept silent.

"Buzz!"

As Lin Dong injected Yuanli into it, the black light surged and turned into a tall shadow. The shadow was wearing a black robe, with a slender figure and a handsome face. He was a middle-aged man with a rather elegant appearance.

The extremely terrifying fluctuations lingered around it, enough to be on par with any peak powerhouse of the first level of reincarnation tribulation, and stronger than the cultivation of anyone in the hall.

The only flaw was that the eyes of the elegant and romantic black-clothed man were slightly dull, which was obviously related to the runes all over his body.

"The first generation hall master?!!"

Several exclamations sounded in unison, and the three masters and apprentices of Bo Xuan stood up almost at the same time, looking at the shadow in the air with excited faces.

"The sickle spirit transformed by the first generation hall master is indeed with you. At this point, what do the two good uncles who are dedicated to the public have to say?"

Bo Xuan walked down from the dark throne and looked coldly at the two people who collapsed on the ground.

"Hmph, Bo Xuan, do you think you're sure to win? The sickle spirit has been controlled by the two of us who have planted a spell on it. Even a super strong man who has survived the reincarnation calamity cannot remove the spell. I advise you to let us go."

"In that case, we may consider telling you how to remove the control, so that the second sacred object of my temple can be complete again."

A great elder laughed loudly upon hearing this.

"You old immortal thing, you..."

Bo Xuan's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he raised his palm to slap his crown.

"Oh? Really? Purification!"

Lin Dong's right palm slapped the phantom's chest as fast as lightning, and suddenly a rich and gentle light continuously poured into the phantom's body, washing away all the strange runes wrapped around the surface of the body.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the last rune was washed away by the power of the ancestral stone, the body of the sickle spirit that looked like the first generation hall master suddenly shook, and the breath actually stepped into the second reincarnation calamity in an instant. His eyes were no longer confused and empty as before, but filled with endless vicissitudes and ancient aura.

"This is..."

The middle-aged man in black spread out his palms, lowered his head, stared at his palms in a daze, and sighed faintly: "Hey, after thousands of years, I still returned successfully?"

"This breath... Could it be that an old friend has returned?"

Three lights and shadows rushed out of Lin Dong's body in succession, which were the three divine objects.

"Yan, the Great Desolate Monument, Xuantian Hall, long time no see."

The sickle spirit that looked like the first generation hall master swept his eyes from the three lights and shadows one by one, and a touch of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly.

"So, are you the Dark Holy Scythe or the first generation hall master now?"

Looking at the light and shadow with a faintly strange aura, Yan spoke tentatively.

"I am both the Dark Scythe and the First Master."

The Dark Scythe thought for a moment, and then explained:

"Back then, I followed my Lord to challenge the Demon King, but was shattered by the Demon King. I returned to my origin, and the broken soul has been sleeping in my body. Until the First Master discovered my existence, he resolutely decided to sacrifice himself and burn his own soul to wake me up before he passed away, so as to complete the Dark Scythe in one fell swoop."

"But after all, I was injured too badly, and my soul was no longer complete, so after waking up, I took the initiative to merge with the First Master and resurrected in another form. You can say that I am your old friend, the Dark Scythe, or that I am the First Master of the Dark Temple. We are all the same person, and there is no essential difference."

"I returned with the help of the First Master, and the First Master got a new life with the help of me."

Yan's face showed understanding, and the two were completely integrated.

After all, the spirit of the Dark Scythe was shattered by the Demon King, a giant in the ancestral realm who was comparable to Fu Zu. It is impossible to return again without paying a huge price.

Fortunately, after being awakened by the first generation hall master, the Dark Scythe immediately put aside his status as the fifth divine object in the world and completely merged with it, which was a win-win situation.

"Isn't this the backup plan that the Dark Lord left behind to revive you? Sacrifice a second-level reincarnation calamity strongman to re-condense your residual spirit."

The Great Desolate Monument stroked his chin and said secretly.

"After all, the Dark Hall is the Taoist tradition left by my Lord. How could my Lord do such a thing? Although my Lord is a bit overbearing, when has he ever acted so viciously?"

"Besides, if the first generation hall master had any resistance to merge with me, how could I return smoothly?!!"

The Dark Scythe, trembling with anger, pointed at the Great Desolate Monument and cursed.

"Ahem, Dark Scythe, don't get excited..."

The Great Desolate Monument, knowing that he had caused trouble, immediately apologized in a humble manner.

"The Dark Temple has been passed down from me to today. Which generation of the temple master are you?"

The Dark Holy Scythe ignored the Great Desolate Monument and turned to look at Bo Xuan.

"Master, I am the fifth generation of the temple master."

Bo Xuan, who had been watching for a long time and knew the origin of the matter, immediately bowed and reported.

The two supreme elders, who knew that the situation was over, trembled all over and pressed their bodies tightly to the floor of the hall.

"Is it already the fifth generation of the temple master? Time flies so fast."

The Dark Holy Scythe nodded slightly, and then glanced at the two people, full of disgust: "These two unfilial disciples have committed the crime of deceiving their teacher and destroying their ancestors. You can deal with them as you see fit."

As he said that, he turned into a ray of faint light and escaped into the black giant sickle in Qingtan's hand. A "buzzing" sound sounded, and the Dark Holy Scythe itself seemed to be cheering excitedly or celebrating something.

From then on, Qingtan, holding the completed Dark Holy Scythe and the Dark Ancestor Talisman to suppress himself, was enough to compete with a super strong man who had survived the second reincarnation calamity.

"Palace Master, spare my life! Palace Master, spare my life!"

Seeing that the ancestor wanted Bo Xuan to "deal with" them, the two supreme elders were immediately frightened and kowtowed like pounding garlic to beg for mercy.

"Don't worry, you two are the ancient heritage of my Dark Palace, and you have stepped into the reincarnation realm. How can Bo Xuan, as a nephew, have the nerve to kill you?"

Bo Xuan smiled coldly, flicked his fingers, and suddenly two dark light talismans quickly swept into the bodies of the two people who had no resistance.

The Dark Holy Talisman, the extremely profound soul secret technique of the Dark Palace, can directly control the soul of a person, turning a super strong man into his own puppet in a minute, and life and death are all in the mind of the caster.

"In the future, the two uncles should serve the Holy Temple well."

Looking at the two Samsara Realm masters lying on the ground like dead dogs, Bo Xuan felt a strong sense of pleasure in his heart.

It would not be too late for Bo Xuan to take revenge even if it took hundreds of years!