Clearly, there was an opponent in front of him, but Fang Xing was like a ferocious beast, rushing into the ranks of the Shen Clan creatures to kill. Hundreds of Shen Clan creatures gathered in all directions, each with a terrifying aura. They formed ranks and were waving their iron spears and bone blades. They slaughtered all the human creatures in the field, regardless of whether they submitted to them or refused to submit to them. In front of the Shen Clan creatures, unless they were Yuanying, there was almost no one who could withstand a single blow. This kind of creature was indeed qualified to call themselves "God". At least in terms of strength, their starting point was much higher than that of the human cultivators. They were born to fight Yuanying!
This was like a fierce tiger that did not need to cultivate. As long as it grew up, it could pounce and kill mortals!
This was the advantage of the bloodline. It made people mad and resentful, but there was nothing they could do!
They had worked hard to cultivate for dozens or hundreds of years, but they still could not defeat an ordinary Shen Clan creature that had grown up. That kind of feeling could only be experienced by cultivators on the verge of death. Cultivation was to cultivate to transcend the mortal world. But in front of others, they were slaughtered like lambs. That kind of feeling, that kind of feeling, could not be described in a few words …
At this time, after Fang Xing made his move, the situation on the field changed!
Fang Xing, who had displayed the "Great Massacre God Technique", seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast. With endless fierce winds, he rushed into the ranks of the Shen Clan creatures. He transformed into a three-headed and six-armed form. His demonic aura surged, and six arms grew out. One of them held a broad and long demonic sword, and the other held a crystal clear Celestial Reflecting Mirror. The other hands were not idle either. They seized a few iron spears and bone blades. His six arms waved, and like a big windmill, he rumbled through the crowd …
Miserable!
In front of him, almost no Shen Clan creature could withstand a single blow. They were either beheaded by the demonic sword, cut in half by the bone blade, or pierced by the iron spear. Four or five of them stacked together, like candied fruits on a stick, waving their arms helplessly …
This was not a fight at all, but a massacre!
It was like an adult with all kinds of weapons rushing into a group of children, madly harvesting lives one by one!
"How dare you, demon!"
The Second Young Master of the Fallen God Clan, Gui Mu, had a stern look on his face at this moment. Seeing dozens of his clansmen killed as if they were melons and vegetables, he could not stand it no matter how indifferent he was. His eyes almost turned blood-red. With a loud shout, he rushed over. He raised his claws and turned them into gray bone chains. They interweaved into a net in the air and circled around Fang Xing!
"Hahahaha, does your heart ache?"
At this moment, Fang Xing laughed wildly. He shook his six arms, completely ignoring the bone chains that were coming at him. He plunged into the crowd of God Clan's creatures, using his body to block the bone chains. At the same time, his six arms were still swinging, chopping two God Clan's creatures in front of him with one sword strike. He raised his foot and stomped on another one. He also grabbed a few God Clan's creatures and threw them to the Ghost Tree behind him.
"Shameless!"
Gui Mu was very anxious. He could only wave the bone chains lightly to save his clansmen. His eyes had turned red with anger!
What Fang Xing was doing now was simply making him hesitate to attack. The demon rushed into the crowd of his clansmen and went on a killing spree. Every moment, someone died. But when he chased after him, the demon did not fight him head-on. Instead, he used the God Clan's creatures to block his attacks. There was almost no solution to this kind of method. The only way was to let his clansmen quickly disperse to leave enough space for him to fight with the demon. But the problem was that once they dispersed, it would give the demon a chance to escape. The Fallen God Clan was not the Lightning Clan. They did not have that kind of disdainful speed …
"Swish, swish, swish, swish …"
Killing the God Clan's creatures was like cutting grass. In less than half a cup of tea's time, no one knew how many lives had been taken by Fang Xing's hands!
This ferocious power, this demonic aura, not only made Gui Mu furious, but also shocked all the human cultivators around …
The demon …
He was indeed a demon …
Killing people as if they were grass, killing gods as if they were ants!
The tragic sight of living lives disappearing in front of their eyes went straight to their hearts and made them dizzy.
"What's wrong with him? This … this is simply, simply becoming a demon … "
Elder Hu Jun and Dao Wu Fang were still on their own. Their cultivation was not ordinary, and their status was not the same as the others. After the God Clan began their slaughter, they hid to the side. They did not go forward to help, nor were they targeted by the God Clan. Before, when they saw the Treasure Offering Alliance and White Emperor City's disciples being slaughtered by the God Clan, they felt endless sorrow and resentment. But now, when they saw Fang Xing slaughtering the God Clan's creatures, they felt a wave of panic from the bottom of their hearts, a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts!
Because compared to Fang Xing's murderous methods, the God Clan's creatures were extremely gentle!
"Haha, the God Clan is allowed to slaughter the Human Clan, but the little demon is not allowed to retaliate?"
Dao Wu Fang's eyes were bright and his expression was excited. Hearing Elder Hu Jun's words, he could not help but sneer and retort.
"I am talking about his method. Can't you see it?"
Elder Hu Jun said in a low voice. There was a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Hmm?"
Dao Wu Fang was also a little surprised. He calmed his mind and looked carefully. Very soon, he found some clues. Fang Xing had turned into his three-headed, six-armed form. He charged into the God Clan's creatures and began a massacre. It looked like a simple massacre, but if one looked closely, they would find that every time he took a life, a black line would be drawn from the remains of the God Clan's creatures. It would wrap around the demon sword in his dharma form's hand, making the demon sword more solid, sharper, and increasing in power …
And his dharma form, after being splashed with the blood of countless God Clan's creatures, its aura became more and more terrifying. The black smoke around it became thicker and thicker. As it dashed left and right, it was like a long black cloak fluttering behind it …
"He is cultivating!"
Dao Wu Fang blurted out. His expression became extremely solemn.
"That's right, he is cultivating. He is using the lives of the God Clan's creatures to cultivate his demonic methods …"
Elder Hu Jun's expression was both regretful and sympathetic. "When did he become demonic … Although this method can quickly increase his strength, sooner or later, he will suffer from the backlash. Especially when he slaughters like this, he will be stained with sin. If he doesn't handle it well, he will be like Grandmaster Spirit Butcher of the Spiritual Mountain Temple. He will suffer the retribution of sin and destroy his hundred generations of karma …"
"No … not only the demonic path …"
As Elder Hu Jun sighed, Dao Wu Fang narrowed his small eyes and stared at Fang Xing. After a long time, he suddenly shouted.
Elder Hu Jun was also slightly startled. He followed Dao Wu Fang's gaze and very quickly, his gaze landed on the burning flame above Fang Xing's head. That flame was very strange. It burned invisibly and released a terrifying force field that caused Fang Xing's strength to increase. And every time Fang Xing slaughtered, that flame would burn even more vigorously. It was clearly using the lives of countless God Clan's creatures to increase its strength. But its aura was indescribably righteous, sacred and pure …
"This doesn't make sense. Why is his aura becoming more righteous the more he slaughters … It's like … it's like …"
Elder Hu Jun also saw that something was wrong. He murmured, but he couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it.
"He's just like a saint. Every action of his represents the righteousness of the world …"
Dao Wu Fang said in a low voice. His eyes were already blooming with ecstasy.
Elder Hu Jun understood what he meant. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. "He is …"
"Using the demonic path to cultivate the way of a saint!"
Dao Wu Fang's voice seemed to contain endless ecstasy. The fat on his face was shaking like waves.
"This …"
Elder Hu Jun was frightened by his bold words. He looked at Fang Xing in shock. "This … Will it work?"
"It will work …"
At this time, Fang Xing was also filled with ecstasy. He almost shouted.
He was rushing in the midst of the God Clan's creatures, killing all the God Clan's creatures in front of him. It seemed to be extremely easy, but in fact, the God Clan's creatures weren't really cabbages. Every one of them was extraordinarily powerful, and there was a powerful Ghost Tree chasing after him crazily. His heart was tense all the time. However, as he killed more and more God Clan's creatures, his idea was gradually verified. He couldn't help but want to shout out loud. Only by doing so could he vent his excitement!
"The method that the old bastard Demon Ancestor left me before he went to sleep is correct. To cultivate the Saint Technique of Fu Yao Palace, I don't have to use their secret method to cultivate it. Through killing, I can also vent the side effects of the unconventional method …"
Through this slaughter of the God Clan creatures, it was like poking a piece of paper in the window. His heart suddenly became clear. On the path of cultivation, no matter how many thoughts he had, it was like thousands of streams flowing into the sea. A kind of enlightenment appeared in his heart. It was like a red sun jumping out of the sea of clouds in front of his great Dao. "There are thousands of techniques, but the great Dao is interlinked. It turns out that many of the techniques I cultivated in the past contained even more profound truths. It was just that my cultivation level was not high enough back then, so I couldn't understand them!"
"The Great Art of Killing that Uncle Gen taught me kills lives and trains the heart. The Great Art of Sword Demon taught me by the Devil Ancestor uses killing to enter the Dao, slaughtering millions of people to forge the Extreme Sword. The Saint's Dharma of Fuyao Palace uses killing to establish the Dao, but it uses stopping chaos as its foundation … These great skills, these principles, are actually very profound. I underestimated them in the past, but today's massacre has pointed out the Great Dao. Haha … Using the Great Art of Killing to build my foundation, using the Great Art of Sword Demon to cultivate, and using the Saint's Dharma to train my heart, I just happen to cultivate my Dao of Killing!"
"This is my Great Art of Killing!"
In the end, Fang Xing couldn't help but shout, "The more gods I kill, the stronger the power. There is no end to it …"
"From now on, the three thousand God Clans will be my grinding stone!"
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