In an environment like the Nine Nether Secret Realm, this result is actually the final fate of most disciples of the Nether Pavilion. Even those disciples who possess magical treasures that can resist the Netherworld's death energy will, for one reason or another, ultimately be unable to leave in time and be corroded by the Netherworld's death energy, becoming one of the undead creatures.
Becoming an undead creature means death, but it is very rare to retain self-awareness like Ouyang Ling. This can only mean one thing, that is, Ouyang Ling took the initiative to surrender to the underworld and became an undead creature, so he had the opportunity to retain self-awareness;
"Ouyang Ling, you actually let yourself fall!" A supreme elder seemed to have thought everything through, pointed at Ouyang Ling with great anguish, and shouted loudly;
In the eyes of these supreme elders, although Ouyang Ling made a mistake, in their hearts, Ouyang Ling was still a disciple of the Netherworld Pavilion, and they had made plans in their minds. As long as Ouyang Ling came out of the secret realm, they would plead with the Pavilion Master of the Netherworld Pavilion. At most, they would punish Ouyang Ling by making him face the wall for a hundred years. But now, Ouyang Ling took the initiative to give up his human identity and became an undead creature. Not to mention the Netherworld Pavilion, even any sect of the Baimai Immortal Sect dared not recognize him anymore. Ouyang Ling had truly cut himself off from humanity.
"Hehehe, you're willing to degenerate?" Ouyang Ling suddenly laughed, and the Netherworld death energy kept floating all over his body. It was obvious that his mood was not as calm as he appeared.
"What is the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm? If I don't take the initiative to join the Netherworld, will I still have a chance to leave alive?" Ouyang Ling shouted angrily, "I won't accept this, I won't accept this!"
"I'm not willing to accept this" was a tearful sentence. Some of the great elders who knew the inside story could not help but sigh in their hearts. "Ouyang Ling, from today on, you are no longer a disciple of the Netherworld Pavilion!" The Netherworld Pavilion Master said coldly, looking at Ouyang Ling with a look of disappointment. Once upon a time, Ouyang Ling was his most satisfied disciple and his pride. Being tricked by others with crude tricks was just immaturity. At most, he would lose the status of the eldest senior brother and the Holy Son. He did not expect that Ouyang Ling would be so impulsive that he actually sneaked into the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm Hall and broke in. He did not expect that for revenge and to survive, Ouyang Ling would take the initiative to give up his human identity...
"Haha, haven't I stopped being a disciple of the Netherworld Pavilion a long time ago?" Ouyang Ling didn't care at all, and laughed coldly. He raised his hand, and countless ghosts and undead spirits were released from his palm. For a moment, the whole hall was like a ghost den in the underworld. Countless undead spirits were like hundreds of ghosts walking at night, with cruel smiles on their faces, rushing towards the group of supreme elders; "One Hundred Ghosts Night Parade?" A great elder seemed to recognize the move performed by Ouyang Ling, and frowned slightly. The One Hundred Ghosts Night Parade was a magical power recorded in the Netherworld Pavilion, which could summon up to one hundred Netherworld undead spirits with the strength of the first-grade king level. These undead spirits had no self-awareness and were only controlled by the summoner. They were extremely bloodthirsty and cruel. Their existence time varied according to the mana consumed by the user, but the longest would not exceed the time of an incense stick. This magical power was placed in the Sutra Repository Hall of the Netherworld Pavilion, and all disciples of the Netherworld Pavilion who were at the inner sect level or above could exchange it with contribution points. The undead spirits with the strength of the first-grade king level could be destroyed with a flip of a hand by the emperor-level great elders in the hall, so many great elders did not pay attention to them. When facing the undead spirits that pounced on them, they all slapped them casually. However, the next moment, almost all the great elders exclaimed.
"These undead spirits all possess emperor-level strength!"
The hundred ghosts summoned by Ouyang Ling all possessed the strength of the emperor level. Although they were only the initial level of the emperor level, this was tantamount to a subversion of the Night Parade of the Hundred Ghosts. The Night Parade of the Hundred Ghosts performed by Ouyang Ling and the magical power recorded in the Netherworld Pavilion had completely become two different skills because of the different strengths of the undead spirits. Looking at the flustered look of the Grand Elder, Ouyang Ling showed a cruel smile on his face and continued, "You have no idea how powerful I am now!"
At this time, the head of the Netherworld Pavilion discovered that Ouyang Ling in front of him had actually reached the peak strength of the emperor level. A black flame pattern could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows! "Demon Suppression!" Xiao Jiuyin's face was terribly gloomy. He directly crushed a rune. In an instant, the entire hall was covered by a layer of golden light. This hall was the entrance to the secret realm of the sect, so naturally it had been prepared. The defensive formation set up in the hall was not only for outsiders, but also for enemies like Ouyang Ling who suddenly appeared from the secret realm.
Several great elders finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were only at the first level of the emperor class and were being entangled by several undead spirits of equal strength. If it weren't for the Netherworld Pavilion Master's prompt decision, they would not be a match for these undead spirits at all...
"Kill!" The head of the Netherworld Pavilion looked at Ouyang Ling, who had turned into an undead creature, and a hint of murderous intent finally emerged in his eyes; in an instant, the golden light above Ouyang Ling's head condensed into a golden blade, and slashed towards Ouyang Ling fiercely! "Demon-killing Spirit Sword? Master, I didn't expect that one day you would use the Demon-killing Spirit Sword to chop me!" Ouyang Ling was wrapped in a thick netherworld death aura. He was not afraid of the golden spiritual light around him. Looking at the sharp blade above his head, Ouyang Ling laughed loudly, raised his right hand, and a sharp blade burning with black flames emerged from his palm!
The leader of the Netherworld Pavilion looked at the black blade in Ouyang Ling's hand, his face changed, he snorted coldly, and kept pinching his fingers. There was originally only one blade condensed by golden light above Ouyang Ling's head, but under Xiao Jiuyin's control, one golden blade after another emerged. With each additional golden blade condensed, the golden light in the hall would weaken a little. After a short while, hundreds of golden blades condensed above Ouyang Ling's head!
“Exorcist!” Xiao Jiuyin roared, and hundreds of golden blades, under his control, slashed towards Ouyang Ling like a violent storm; “Break it!” Ouyang Ling held the black blade and swung it fiercely towards his head. A ghostly howl sounded, and a black knife light appeared, instantly blocking all the hundreds of golden blades;
"Chaos Emperor Weapon?" A supreme elder exclaimed, looking at the flaming black blade in Ouyang Ling's hand with fear in his eyes! "No, it's not a Chaos Emperor Weapon yet, it's just a half-step Emperor Weapon..." Xiao Jiuyin's cheek twitched. He didn't expect that Ouyang Ling would be recognized by a half-step Emperor Weapon in the Jiuyou Secret Realm!
“Hehehe, yes, this is the Emperor’s Phantom Flame. It’s a pity that the core of the Emperor’s Flame is damaged, and its quality has dropped…” Ouyang Ling held a black blade and walked towards the crowd step by step, saying as he walked: “The Nine Nether Emperor’s Flame can destroy the heavens and the earth. When I repair the damaged core, that will be the day when the Netherworld Pavilion will be annihilated!”
Ouyang Ling glanced at everyone coldly, holding the sharp blade and swung it forward fiercely. This blow actually cut a crack in the void. Ouyang Ling turned into a black shadow, flew towards the space crack, and disappeared into the crack in an instant;
"The Nine Nether Emperor's soldiers have appeared. Spread this news, issue a wanted order from the Baimai Immortal Sect, and hunt down Ouyang Ling!" Xiao Jiuyin said with a gloomy face.
...(End of this chapter)