Mountains and rivers collapsed with a single roar!
The mountains and valleys were all turned into dust, destroyed like paper. How were they supposed to fight like this? Ye Fan was like a demonic lord that crossed realms, roaring through several experts until they exploded. Blood flowed everywhere, a ghastly sight.
His hair flew about chaotically, golden battle intent overflowing into the heavens. He towered in the heavens, unmatched.
Demonic god!
These people cried out inwardly. Their legs were trembling, and their faces were snow-white. They felt a wave of powerlessness, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble. They had never felt such fear before.
"Pu!"
Blood splashed outwards, and bloody bone fragments flew out. Ye Fan's black hair fell down like a waterfall. His eyes released cold lightning, and his golden fist blasted another person into a bloody mist.
He was powerful and intimidating. Just a single fist was enough to blast a cultivator who entered the training field into pieces, wiping out both body and spirit.
The slaughter continued. Ye Fan was like a human-shaped barbaric dragon that charged into a pack of wolves. With a raise of his hand, there would always be people killed. A rain of blood scattered down, and crushed bones flew everywhere. It was as if the gates of hell were opened.
"Ah …"
These people trembled in fear. They cried out in alarm, and all of them fled in defeat. Now, everyone could tell that this was a supreme demonic god. Making him their enemy would only result in death.
"Where do you think you are going?!" Ye Fan released a light shout. Since he chose to take action, then he had to be decisive. He wouldn't be soft-hearted. This was the cruel law of entering the training field.
"Spare me, this one knows his wrongs. I shouldn't have surrounded dao brother." A scholar was caught up to. His face was pale as he begged for forgiveness, almost kneeling there.
Ye Fan was cold and emotionless. His golden finger pointed out, and then a streak of blood flew out from his forehead. His expression of alarm froze, and then he fell straight into a pool of blood.
Hong!
The Heavenly Demonic Umbrella descended, covering the sky and covering the sun. Endless strands of divine chains descended, interweaving in the sky. It was as if they were cast from divine iron, resplendent and dazzling as they suppressed Ye Fan.
This was a powerful sect's holy artifact. It tore apart the endless blue skies, and it was as if a sea of stars was surging. It descended to destroy all things.
"He's being suppressed! Everyone, quickly kill him!" The middle-aged daoist nun shouted. Her expression was sinister.
The Heavenly Demon Umbrella was pitch-black like ink, and there were tens of thousands of divine chains of order that penetrated every inch of the void. It was as if they were imprisoning Ye Fan on the spot.
This weapon belonged to the blue-clothed male. He hid in the distance, and after activating this weapon, he continuously chanted an ancient incantation to completely revive it.
Many people's expressions changed, activating all types of magical artifacts to hack forward. It was because they knew that there was no way for them to be friendly. Even if they begged for mercy, they would still be killed.
"Activate the forbidden weapon and kill him!" The head in the middle-aged daoist nun's hand cried out. It was precisely Hong Liu. Her body was destroyed, and she hated Ye Fan to the extreme.
"Everyone, we have no way out. We can only slaughter him, or we'll all die!" The middle-aged Daoist nun's expression was ferocious. She opened her mouth and spat out a small blood-red bell. She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood essence and tossed it out.
Dang!
The death knell shocked the world, shattering the great earth and annihilating the heavens. It quickly enlarged, the blood-colored bell turning all things into ashes. It was truly a death knell.
It descended together with the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, trapping Ye Fan within, wishing to refine him into a pool of blood. Blood energy was hazy, and ghosts wept and deities howled.
"It really is effective! Kill him! Everyone, we cannot cower back! This is the moment to kill this fiend!" When the others saw this, they all cried out cruelly, their morale greatly boosted.
Ye Fan frowned. This Heavenly Demon Umbrella was a bit special. Apart from being a terrifying holy artifact, it also contained a strand of a powerful existence's soul.
That was the head of a Heavenly Demon. It floated in the void, taller than a mountain peak. It was precisely this thing that posed a certain amount of threat to him, restricting this heaven and earth.
"Kill, we have to kill him!" Even Hong Liu, who only had a head left, let out a shrill cry. She used the last of her divine force to summon the Sky Flipping Imprint that had cracks on it. It turned into a mountain and pressed down on Ye Fan.
The magical artifacts were dazzling, all of them moving between heaven and earth. Auspicious energy was hazy, and murderous energy tore through the nine heavens.
A cold smile appeared on the corners of lue Maple's lips. He joined hands with a few others, silently activating the forbidden artifact. They quickly rushed to the center of the battlefield, decisively making the holy artifact explode.
Hong!
This was a murderous calamity. All types of light covered the sun, all of them rushing over, leaving this place full of holes. It was ruined beyond recognition.
"He … is he dead?" Someone said with a trembling voice.
In the distance, demonic might overflowed into the heavens. A large black umbrella over ten thousand zhang in height was actually seized by Ye Fan, and then he moved several hundred li through the air.
Just now, the forbidden artifact's destructive light still couldn't hit him, only destroying an ancient land.
"Who is this? He single-handedly seized a fully revived holy artifact?!" There were a few people who were horrified to the point where their scalps went numb.
"He doesn't seem to have broken free from the restriction, and is still within the Heavenly Demon Umbrella's range!"
Lue Maple's face was overcast as he said, "This is a Heavenly Demon void image sealed by a senior ancestor, forming a Heavenly Demon Domain that temporarily restricted him. Everyone, quickly take action, kill him until his body and soul are completely wiped out."
"Kill!"
Everyone took action again. The middle-aged daoist nun continuously spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood, activating the blood-colored Death Knell, shaking the rivers and mountains as it descended with holy might.
The others also did the same, activating all types of secret treasures without any regard for the price. Flowing lights and overflowing colors submerged that area.
Weng!
Behind Ye Fan, five precious swords appeared. This was the divine secret technique he obtained from the Everlasting Star Domain. Five-colored divine radiance rushed into the heavens, brandishing about as it hacked towards the Heavenly Demon Umbrella.
It was as if there were a hundred thousand heavenly swords crying out at the same time, releasing clanging sounds. Even though the Heavenly Demon Umbrella was an extremely strange divine artifact, it was hacked until cracks continuously appeared.
Hong!
The Heavenly Demon's head rushed up, opening its mouth and releasing a deafening roar, wanting to swallow Ye Fan up.
However, within the blinding light, Ye Fan's Six Dao Reincarnation Fist directly blasted him into pieces. Black-colored demonic blood dripped down, and then it turned into a cloud of smoke.
"What? Even the Heavenly Demon's void image was killed by him!" The blue-clothed male's expression changed, turning around to flee.
Dang!
Ye Fan's fist struck the blood-colored bell, and cracks covered it densely. He then brandished his divine fist again, and after nine strikes, the divine artifact and the Sky Flipping Imprint exploded together with it.
The blood-colored fragments of the bell and the Sky Flipping Imprint flew in all directions. Miserable cries rang out one after another, and from time to time, there would be people who would be struck, their bones broken and muscles torn.
Ye Fan was like a deity descending into the mortal world, sweeping through everything before him. He continuously took action, smashing several weapons into pieces, splitting mountains and splitting seas with boundless magical power.
At this point, the battle was completely one-sided, and there was no longer any suspense. The middle-aged Daoist nun and the others were like stray dogs, fleeing for their lives.
Some people didn't even care about their mounts, fleeing on their own. Longma slaughtered from behind, turning into a fiery cloud as he unleashed a great slaughter, becoming a king among beasts.
"Dao friend, we can sit down and have a chat, let's stop for now." Some people pleaded, scared to the point where their souls were about to leave their bodies. It was because they discovered that Ye Fan's speed was too fast, cutting off their path forward.
"Split up and escape!" The middle-aged Daoist nun said through clenched teeth.
"Ah..."
Miserable cries rang out, and bloody light splashed in all directions. One of the people who had just left the group was directly beaten into a bloody paste by Ye Fan, dying on the spot.
"Only by staying together can we make him feel a bit of restraining fear. We can't split up, we have to withdraw from this training ground together."
They lost confidence in their hearts. They didn't want to step onto the ancient training path of experts at all. As long as they could continue living, that was better than anything else.
Ye Fan slowed down his speed, not too fast nor too slow. He killed them one after another, and now, there were less than five or six people left.
There were a total of twenty-three experts, and when they worked together, they could kill ancient saints even without using forbidden artifacts. However, they were still beaten into such a miserable state by Ye Fan's people.
"Pu!"
The blue-clothed male's eyes were sinister. He took out a small puppet that was half a foot long and spat out several dozen mouthfuls of essence blood. All of it sprinkled onto the puppet, appearing incomparably sinister.
Blue Maple seemed to have lost most of his life, becoming extremely weak. It was clear that he had paid a painful price. He dipped his blood into the puppet's forehead and wrote the two words "Ye Fan". Then, he picked up a palm-sized small sword and fiercely hacked towards the puppet's forehead.
At this moment, all of the fine hairs on Ye Fan's body stood on end. His forehead was in pain, as if a peerless weapon was about to stab into his skull.
This was too sudden!
Ye Fan's mind was shaken. At this moment, the treasures of the human body he had excavated during his ten years of conquest were all opened up according to a type of instinct.
Stars within the blood, divinity within the bones, dao birth with a single thought, all of these things appeared!
His forehead was shining, accompanied by a type of dao chant. The void was cleaved open, and a type of indescribable danger was completely wiped out.
"Pu!"
The blue-clothed male spat out large mouthfuls of blood. The puppet in his hand was turned to ashes, and the palm-sized small sword was even more so broken. His vitality was greatly injured.
The middle-aged daoist nun carried Hong Liu's head. Together with Blue Maple and the others, they were like stray dogs as they fled in fear. Their hair was disheveled and their bodies were covered in blood.
"I'm going to stake it all against you!" She truly couldn't run anymore. The middle-aged daoist nun's face was ashen. She activated her horsetail whisk, turning it into a heavenly river as it whipped forward.
Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. His strength was powerful to the extreme. A palm slashed out, shattering the river of stars. Half of the middle-aged daoist nun's body was blasted apart. She screamed shrilly and ran for her life again.
"Ah … bring me along!" Hong Liu cried out in fear. Only her head was left, and its essence energy had dried up. It was tossed onto the ground by the middle-aged daoist nun. She only had her head left, and she wanted to escape on her own. However, her speed was too slow.
Peng!
Ye Fan took a step forward and kicked outwards. The head was smashed into pieces, and a primordial spirit rushed out. It cried out in fear, "Don't kill me! As long as you leave me alive, I'll do anything!"
Pu!
Ye Fan's foot stomped down, and this primordial spirit instantly turned into ashes. It turned into soil beneath his foot, and it died cleanly.
The four people in front of him were scared witless. They had never felt as much despair as they did today. In the past, they could move unhindered through a region, but now, they were being chased around like dogs to the point where there was no way out.
"We had eyes but failed to recognize the Great Emperor. You are a great and magnanimous person. Please don't lower yourself to our level and spare our lives!" One of them collapsed and continuously begged for mercy.
"Stop! As long as you let us live, everything can be discussed!" lue Maple was also on the verge of collapse. His face was pale as he cried out.
"Didn't you say that I should kneel down and say that I am the Killing Saint? Then, I would sever my own cultivation and beg for your forgiveness." Ye Fan's voice was cold. His finger was like a sword as it pressed forward.
"Ah …" lue Maple cried out miserably. His body broke apart inch by inch, turning into broken bones and a bloody mist. In the end, it extended to his head. His primordial spirit quickly rushed out from the top of his head, and his body turned into a pile of mush.
Xiu!
A ray of sword light flew out from the tip of Ye Fan's finger, nailing the little person formed from the primordial spirit to death in the air. He was thoroughly dead.
Ye Fan was like an immortal divine furnace. He emitted a torrential golden divine splendor. His entire person towered between heaven and earth, and he was even more terrifying than a god.
The middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two were so frightened that their bodies spasmed. At this moment, what dignity? What the strongest trial? Everything had become nothingness.
Ye Fan's finger was like a sword. His divine might was vast and mighty, and he was about to end the three's lives. Suddenly, five figures descended and blocked his path. Mountain Lord Jun had appeared.
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy. Can you be magnanimous and let them live?" he asked seriously.
"No!" Ye Fan shook his head and decisively refused.
"Do you think that you are very strong? You even dare to refuse Mountain Lord Jun?!" someone beside him said coldly.
Ye Fan glanced at him coldly and ignored him. His finger was like a sword as he pointed at the middle-aged Daoist nun and the others in front of him.
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