The Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art's reputation was too great. It was created by the Sky Peng Race's saint and was specially used to kill the human race's saints. During the ancient era, it became a terrifying blood-colored art. When this holy art was mentioned, there was no one whose expression did not change.
It should have disappeared for more than a hundred thousand years and was sealed in the dust of history. Who would have thought that it would appear again today!
"Cough …" The Little Peng King continuously coughed out blood. Golden light flowed around his majestic body, and a wild radiance flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Ye Fan.
He never thought that the unparalleled saint slaughtering art would not be able to kill Ye Fan, and instead caused him to suffer heavy injuries. This result was difficult for him to accept.
Qiang!
The Little Peng King spat out the last mouthful of blood. He straightened his body and revealed a cruel expression. His teeth were white as snow as he said, "You exceeded my expectations, but you still have to die. This is only the first form of the Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art!"
He was like a blood-soaked Asura. His battle intent surged, and his killing intent shook the heavens. Golden energy surged around his body, and his eyes were as intimidating as cold lightning.
"The Old Peng King truly had a great opportunity. After exploring those ruins, he actually obtained his race's supreme holy art."
"The Sky Peng Race once again possesses this supreme holy art. In the future, not many people will dare to provoke them. This is a formless deterrence!"
"The Doomsday Holy Body is truly terrifying. What kind of holy art did he use? It could actually suppress the saint slaughtering art. This is truly shocking. He must have learned some ancient scriptures!"
No one could remain calm. Shock was written all over their faces as their hearts rose and fell violently. They stared blankly at the two great experts on the battlefield.
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold. The Little Peng King had not died yet. The other party's vitality was extremely powerful, and apart from himself, he was the one with the most terrifying physical body in the younger generation.
"Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art — Second Form!" The Little Peng King shouted.
A blazing radiance streaked across the heaven and earth. A golden Peng turned into a human, and with a scepter in hand, it walked over from the distant horizon.
Formless killing intent surged like a tide, and terrifying fluctuations erupted like a volcano. This was a terrifying golden figure with a Peng head and a human body. He was like an unparalleled king that looked down on the great wastelands.
It was as if he had come from an ancient land. Every step he took caused the mountains and rivers to tremble. He possessed an incomparable pressure that made it hard for everyone to breathe.
This was the second style of the Celestial Fiend Slaughtering Saint Art. It materialized a golden body of a king and pressed down on Ye Fan. Killing intent swept out in all directions.
Boom!
He held the scepter in his hand, and when he brandished it, mountains and rivers were split apart, the dome of the heavens shattered. He was like a deity, possessing a might that was difficult to defend against.
Golden energy waves erupted like a mountain torrent, like a vast ocean striking the sky, forming a boundless wave that pressed forward, burying Ye Fan underneath.
It was a terrifying killing technique that was difficult to defend against. It was as if a saint was making a move. Mortals were like ants, powerless to reverse the situation.
Ye Fan was shocked. He stepped back decisively with Crazy 'Ole's footwork. He protected himself with the golden Bitter Sea and blocked with the Green Lotus.
Clang clang clang!
Beside Ye Fan, golden divine light fell down like raindrops. Every strike pierced through the void, and the destructive power was shocking.
Everyone was stunned. That golden figure was like an ancient demonic god. Every time he waved his scepter, there would be an endless rain of light that came crashing down.
Every beam of divine light pierced through the void, turning it into a ruined land. Its offensive power was unparalleled!
This was not one attack, but thousands upon thousands of beams of light. All of them were flying toward Ye Fan, making it impossible for him to dodge.
"The terrifying Celestial Fiend Slaughtering Saint Art is indeed frightening. Once such a divine art is used, how many people in the younger generation can resist it?"
"In the ancient times, when saints passed away, their blood spilled over the world. It was caused by this divine art. It's so terrifying!"
…
At this time, even the Alkaid Saint Child's eyes were flickering with brilliance. He stared unblinkingly, as if he could penetrate time and space and see the source of everything.
Unknowingly, the divine light on his body became much more resplendent. It almost turned into a world, and each beam was extremely clear.
Ye Fan could not avoid it, so he no longer retreated. The Battle Saint Technique was refined to the extreme. He was evolving his own path to resist this terrifying divine art.
At this moment, he was neither happy nor worried. There were no distracting thoughts in his mind. His entire being seemed to be detached from the world. His heart was empty as he held the moon in his hands and slowly pushed it forward.
The Great Dao of Tai Chi appeared behind him. His hands moved, one as black as ink and the other as white as jade. They drew the trajectory of the Dao.
His hands turned into the Yin and Yang divine points of the Great Dao of Tai Chi, representing the True Yin and True Yang!
In the Tai Chi Divine Diagram, the Yang diagram gave birth to a bit of Yin and the Yin diagram gave birth to a bit of Yang. It was the embodiment of the extreme changes of the Dao.
At this time, his hands were the True Yin and True Yang. They were the beginning and end of the path of evolution, representing an eternal and unchanging law.
His left hand represented the True Yin and was as black as ink. It pressed down in the void, and with a loud boom, a huge black hole appeared.
Nothing could be seen in that area. It devoured all light and no one could see through it. Everyone's souls were about to be sucked in. There was not a single spectator who wasn't horrified.
Ye Fan's left hand turned into the True Yin and pressed down on the void. It evolved into a black hole and swallowed the endless rain of light. The myriad of attacks couldn't injure him.
"You can't break it. I'm going to kill your living soul!" The Little Peng shouted. The wild radiance in his eyes became even more vigorous.
"Boom!"
In front of him, the figure that resembled an ancient deity became increasingly clear. A crown appeared on the Peng's head, exuding an inviolable majesty.
The golden scepter in his hand was even more dazzling. It was as if a sun was embedded in it.
This figure waved the scepter with all his might. Countless murderous divine lights turned into a surging river and rushed forward together.
Endless resplendence filled the eyes. Tens of thousands of golden rivers passed through the void and rushed towards Ye Fan. Everything in their path was destroyed.
Everyone felt suffocated. Their bodies trembled and they quickly retreated. This was the fear that originated from the source of their life, and it was continuously spreading.
Golden energy waves erupted. Every single one of them contained the Great Dao of Slaughter. The laws of heaven and earth interweaved and surged. The aura of destruction was vast and mighty.
Ye Fan was under tremendous pressure. All the bones in his body were crackling, and the black hole on his left hand was about to collapse.
It was as if a great mountain was crushing his body. If it was any other cultivator, they would have long been turned into meat paste. Even his body was creaking.
A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He didn't spit it out on purpose to confuse the world, but rather because he was truly injured by the mighty force.
"Boom!"
The Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art was terrifying to the extreme. It had once caused rivers of blood to flow on the great earth and saints' blood to dye the vast sky.
The endless light became the only thing between the heaven and earth. It submerged Ye Fan and wanted to tear him apart and turn him into a bloody pulp.
"Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art – Third Move!" The Little Peng roared and the mountains shook.
At this crucial moment, he also released the third move, and when combined with the previous move, it was as easy as crushing dry weeds and smashing through rotten wood. It was even more terrifying!
The Little Peng did everything he could to use this unparalleled saint art. He wanted to completely eliminate Ye Fan. Only after experiencing such a great battle did he understand how terrifying a saint body was.
He could only attack with all his strength. He didn't want to give Ye Fan any chance. He wanted to destroy his body and soul in one move so that he would never be able to rise again.
"The third move of the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art has been used!"
"Legend has it that once this move is used, saint blood will be seen. Even ancient saints will fall!"
Everyone cried out in surprise. They all widened their eyes and watched nervously. They didn't think that the Little Peng would have such a heaven defying method.
If he continued to grow and completely understood the peerless saint slaying art, he would definitely become a saint slayer and be unrivaled under the heavens!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan felt as if he was struck by lightning. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood. This was an extremely difficult battle. He didn't think that the opponent's saint art would be so terrifying.
The Little Peng indeed had the qualifications to look down on the young heroes under the heavens. Once the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art was used, who could resist?
Ye Fan struggled with all his might. His left hand was as black as ink, representing the true yin of the great dao. It evolved into a black hole. His right hand was as white as jade, representing the true yang.
"Boom!"
Nine great waves struck one after another. The surface of Ye Fan's body cracked. Even his powerful physical body was about to be destroyed by the monstrous magical power.
The endless laws of the great dao were contained within the third move of the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art. Even the black hole couldn't devour and absorb them all. Ye Fan was injured again and again and coughed out large mouthfuls of blood.
"The Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art is too terrifying. It can't be resisted!"
"The legends are true. Once the third move of the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art is used, the blood of saints will flow. Although Ye Fan is not a saint, he has a saint physique. At least the rumors are true."
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's body shook violently. He couldn't dodge even if he wanted to. The laws of the great dao were everywhere, and it was filled with the bloody aura of killing saints. It made him feel as if doomsday was coming.
After so many battles, this was the first time he had such an ominous feeling. It was as if the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint was specifically targeting him!
"Cough …"
He kept coughing out blood. This was the first time he was injured like this in a battle. It was an extremely difficult and dangerous battle!
Everyone was watching nervously. This move might decide the winner of life and death. Many people felt that Ye Fan wouldn't be able to hold on.
"Life … Death … Life …" Ye Fan's heart calmed down at the most critical moment. His right hand was white and flawless, representing the true yang, and it kept flickering.
He eliminated all distracting thoughts and emptied his mind. It was as if time had stopped. Suddenly, his eyes shot out a dazzling divine light. He suddenly understood everything.
"Boom!"
The right hand representing the true yang burst out with light even more resplendent than the ten suns. It fiercely pressed down in the void, and then it collided with the black hole in his left hand.
"Rumble!"
This part of the world was shattered. The vault of heaven seemed to be overturned, and the earth seemed to be sinking forever. Nothing existed anymore.
The collision of the true yang and true yin caused the taiji divine diagram to evolve to the extreme. Ye Fan comprehended many dao laws in this life and death battle.
Although he was almost severed by the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art in this arduous battle, he gained a lot. He comprehended many things and evolved some of his own "dao" for the first time.
"Boom!"
Terrifying energy exploded continuously. Ye Fan's whole body was dripping with golden blood. He was seriously injured, but he still smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
"Ah …"
On the other side, the Little Peng screamed. The third move of the Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art was broken. The crowned deity in front of him was immediately shattered.
He himself also suffered a terrifying impact. Almost in an instant, his body was pierced through by the true yang and true yin, leaving behind seven to eight bloody holes.
The Little Peng was majestic, but his body was covered in blood. He fell backward with his hair flying in the wind. His golden pupils were filled with anger as he was blown away by the terrifying energy.
"Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint …" He roared, wanting to use the fourth move with all his might!
Ye Fan sneered and rushed over, leaving behind a blur. How could he let the opponent attack him?
The Little Peng retreated with extreme speed, but Ye Fan still caught up. The old lunatic's steps were a bit better.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan's golden palm slammed down, and the Little Peng's Celestial Devil Slaughtering Saint Art was forcibly interrupted. The Little Peng spurted out a mouthful of blood again as he passively resisted.
"Clang!"
The two clashed fiercely. For the first time, their bodies clashed, emitting blinding light.
"Ah …"
The Little Peng screamed. It was obvious that he had suffered a great loss in this collision. His right hand was almost deformed, and his body was covered in blood with many wounds.
"Pu!"
Ye Fan rushed over and attacked with all his strength, suppressing the Little Peng. He continuously launched heavy attacks, not giving the Little Peng any chance.
In the distance, everyone was shocked. This was a battle of life and death, and the curtains were about to fall!
"Clang!" "Qiang!"
The Little Peng screamed after the bitter collision. His golden hair stood on end, and he was furious to the extreme.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan roared. He had long since unleashed his true anger. He twisted the Little Peng's arm with a momentum that could devour mountains and rivers!
"Ah …" Ye Fan screamed. The heaven and earth shook as he tore with all his might.
"Pu …"
Blood splashed everywhere as he tore off the Little Peng's right arm. Peng blood dyed the sky!
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