"Four years ago, you killed our Golden Crow Race's Ninth Prince and used the Goddess Furnace to kill our elders. Now, you are declaring war against us. Do you think you alone can stop our entire race?!" An old Golden Crow stood out with a gloomy expression.
This was a daoist in his fifties. His golden hair draped over his shoulders, and his appearance was lean. His golden eyes were demonic and frightening. He was tall and slender, and he held a golden wooden staff in his hand.
It was obvious that his status was very high, and he held an important position in the Golden Crow Race. Many people were very respectful to him as he stood at the very front.
"You see your own pain but not the death of others. When your Golden Crow Race annihilated the human race's Saint Emperor's descendant, did you ever think in your shoes?" Ye Fan's body emitted a golden mist that rose into the air. It surged like roiling clouds and was accompanied by waves of thunder. He shouted: "Not to mention your race, even if ten more races come, I will still kill them all!"
"Is that so? This humble daoist Xuan Yi wants to see how powerful you are to dare to speak so arrogantly." The old daoist walked forward with a golden wooden staff in his hand.
He wore a golden crown on his head and a bagua robe on his body. He looked neither happy nor worried, but there was a dangerous aura being emitted from him. His golden hair was scattered behind him as he walked forward step by step in a very steady manner.
The Golden Crow Race was very special. Their names were very strange, and they were all named according to their preferences. There were even some who obtained some ancient dao inheritances and wore daoist robes.
Ye Fan was very calm and didn't say much as he walked forward step by step. This was definitely a powerful opponent. After being trapped by the Three Slashes of the Immortal Dao, his entire being was like a golden abyss.
"Clang!"
A black iron mountain appeared above this daoist named Xuan Yi's head. It was as majestic as Kunlun, and the word "Xuan" was engraved on it. A mist rose and curled around him.
He walked forward with a golden wooden staff in his hand. His steps were steady as he stood in the air and whipped downwards.
"Boom!"
The black ocean was struck to the bottom in an instant, and a ten thousand zhang wide hole appeared. All of the waves splashed up into the sky and scattered the clouds.
The golden wooden staff in Xuan Yi's hand was like a mountain ridge. It became longer and thicker as it swept downwards with great force.
Clang!
The sound of a saber resonated through heaven and earth. Ye Fan operated the Army Formula and pulled the Devil's Emerald Blood Saber that had fallen into the sea up. He held it horizontally towards the sky and clashed with the wooden staff.
"Pa!"
With a flick of his wrist, Daoist Xuan slid the golden wooden staff down along the blade and struck towards Ye Fan's hand. At the same time, a golden flame burst out from the staff.
This was the Extreme Yang Flame Essence that he had refined after cultivating for more than two thousand years. It could incinerate everything, and even sect master level figures would be turned into ashes if they came into contact with it.
However, Ye Fan didn't seem to care about this at all. His immortal-foundation flashed as a crack appeared in the center of his brows, drawing in the golden fire essence and refining it cleanly.
"Ancient Sun Scripture!"
"He has cultivated the Ancient Sun Scripture!"
Many people from the Golden Crow Race cried out. They couldn't forget about this Zongtian Art, so they naturally knew all of its characteristics. They all revealed expressions of shock.
Boom!
The Dark Iron Mountain above Daoist Xuan's head was as black as ink. It stood majestically as tens of thousands of beams of black light cascaded down, sweeping over.
This was a powerful tearing force. The black light was like waves of water, drowning the saber in Ye Fan's hand.
Clang!
The devil saber wailed as it trembled, on the verge of shattering.
How strong was Ye Fan? His physique was unparalleled, and it was impossible for others to snatch the weapon from his hand.
Dang!
The jade-green saber broke into two. One half remained in Ye Fan's hand, while the other half was swept away by the black light and refined into essence gold, sinking into the Dark Iron Mountain.
"Mystic Magnet Mountain!"
Ye Fan exclaimed. This was an extremely rare material for weaponsmithing. Just a small piece of it was as heavy as a soybean, and it contained an immortal magnetic force that could naturally subdue weapons made of essence gold.
The Golden Crow Race had always been extremely prosperous. They had annihilated many human orthodoxies and obtained many inheritances. This was a secret treasure of an ancient sect that had an ancient cultivation art attached to it.
Xuan One was an expert who had lived for 2,800 years and had long been stuck at the ninth minor step of the second layer of immortal-foundation for over 2,000 years. His strength was extremely shocking.
"Pa!"
Ye Fan formed a mountain embracing imprint and blasted it up into the air, colliding violently with the Mystic Magnet Mountain, breaking apart the divine magnetic light and causing it to be flung through the air tens of thousands of meters away.
"Truly terrifying!" Xuan One's expression turned heavy.
He had studied the ancient dao arts of the human race and his strength was unfathomably deep. Because of the Three Slashes of Immortals, he had been trapped here for over 2,000 years. Although his cultivation base didn't improve, he was still researching ways to break through and had even come into contact with the domain of the Seven Forbidden.
A living fossil like him, in addition to the domain of the Seven Forbidden, would definitely be able to sweep unhindered through the world. But now, he was actually suppressed by Ye Fan.
One could say that his strength was incomparably powerful and was one of the top characters in the Golden Crow Race. Few would dare to offend him and he was an extremely influential elder.
"Swish!"
All of a sudden, Ye Fan vanished from the air. This caused everyone to be taken aback. This was simply too bizarre.
In the air, a golden bolt of lightning flashed through the air. Ye Fan used the Great Void Art and rapidly closed in, slamming down with a giant void palm imprint.
This was a gigantic golden palm that resembled a golden cloud. It rumbled downwards, towering over Daoist Xuan and his Mystic Magnet Mountain.
This was a terrifying pressure, like the nine heavens crashing down, pressing down on Xuan One, causing his hair to stand on end as his disheveled golden hair fluttered in the wind.
"Rise!"
With a light shout, he used the Mystic Magnet Mountain to block the golden palm imprint. The ten thousand beams of divine magnetic light were incomparably terrifying, penetrating through the sky.
Ye Fan was astonished. This precious material was indeed heaven-defying. It was simply an "unpolished jade". With careful refinement, it would definitely shock the world.
His palm turned into a claw and slashed down, still covering the sky. With a bang, he grabbed the Mystic Magnet Mountain and held it firmly in his hand. With a forceful swipe, all the primordial spirits on it were destroyed. From then on, the mountain had changed owners.
Then, like a Celestial Emperor descending to the world, his golden palm grabbed the towering Mystic Magnet Mountain as if he was holding the seal of a Celestial Emperor and forcefully slammed it down.
Daoist Xuan's heart trembled. His methods were heaven-defying, and his strength was peerless. He could sweep through the world, but at this moment, he was in such a passive position. His body felt cold and was about to collapse.
With a light whistle, he turned into a huge golden crow and flapped his wings, wanting to escape. However, he was still one step too late. In the sky, the golden palm that was like a Celestial Emperor's seal came crashing down and smashed one of his divine wings.
Blood dyed the old Golden Crow red. With a light cry, he fell down and once again turned into a daoist. His entire left arm was gone, dripping with blood.
Everyone was shocked. Daoist Xuan's cultivation had reached the Seven Forbidden Realm and was trapped by the Dao Severing Technique. In the present world, there were very few who could kill him.
Everyone rushed forward. Knowing that Xuan Yi was no match for him, they came to support him and wanted to kill Ye Fan.
However, Ye Fan was even faster. He didn't want to end this battle and wanted to finish off this old Golden Crow once and for all. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Daoist Xuan with the Black Iron Mountain in his hand, covering the sky.
Daoist Xuan retreated while holding the wooden staff in his right hand. Golden light surged like a great river, forming a galactic tempest.
Pfft!
The Mystic Magnet Mountain fell and smashed the wooden staff into pieces, turning it into golden powder that filled the sky. Moreover, the black mountain was so huge that even Daoist Xuan Yi was pressed under it.
Blood splattered everywhere. The bones of this Golden Crow Tribe's Elder were broken. The moment his Yuan Shen rushed out, it was slashed into ashes by a golden sword that flew out from between Ye Fan's brows.
"Kill!"
"Avenge Old Ancestor Xuan Yi!"
The Golden Crow Tribe was furious. They attacked together towards the central area, all kinds of magical treasures flying in the sky.
Clang, clang …
Ye Fan activated the Black Iron Mountain that he had seized. Tens of thousands of Divine Magnetic Rays rushed out and destroyed more than half of the golden treasures in the sky.
At the same time, he fixed his eyes on a powerful expert. He turned into a blazing lightning and flew over. The Xing Symbol Art allowed him to enter an unstoppable state. He raised his fist and attacked.
Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!
After four years of enlightenment, he had a deeper understanding of this supreme fist intent. He pressed forward with an unstoppable force. That powerful expert screamed as he was crushed by a single punch!
"Set up the Golden Crow Formation!"
One of the elders shouted. All the experts of the Golden Crow Tribe retreated. Banners fluttered in the sky as flames surged and divine clouds rolled.
More than a hundred experts from the Golden Crow Tribe had come. Three of them had died, so there were only two terrifying elders and four powerful princes left.
"Refine him for me!" The princes gritted their teeth. Ye Fan had killed two of their brothers, so this was naturally an irreconcilable knot.
Sacrificial altars appeared in the sky one after another. This was an ancient killing formation. They wanted to trap Ye Fan and refine him.
Clang, clang, clang …
Tens of thousands of swords cried out in unison as the Golden Crows filled the sky. Each ancient altar shot out tens of thousands of sword rays towards Ye Fan at the center.
This was an ancient killing formation with many golden crows formed from essence energy. They swooped down, blotting out the sun and covering the sky.
Ye Fan was like a deity in this ancient formation. His body was shrouded in a golden taiji circle as he quickly moved with the Row Incantation.
He first landed on the reef and took away the Restrictive Formation laid by the nine pieces of God Source. He picked up the child who was about to faint from crying and placed him on his shoulder. He said, "Don't cry anymore. Send your Uncle Jiang on his way."
The old servant's body was buried in the black sea. The child cried himself hoarse, his voice hoarse. He powerlessly reached out his little hand and grabbed at the sea.
"Crying won't solve the problem. Your Uncle Jiang wants you to grow up. Now, let me teach you your first lesson."
Ye Fan put the child on his shoulder and soared into the sky. He stood at the center of the formation and said: "Do you really think a divine formation can trap me?!"
The fourth prince coldly said: "Wait until you escape first."
"Activate the ancient formation and grind his bones to ashes. He will never be able to reincarnate!" The fifth prince coldly ordered.
The ancient killing formation swallowed the essence energy of the world. Dark winds howled and dark clouds filled the sky, drowning the entire area.
"Uncle Jiang, don't go. Tong Tong misses you. I have no family, only you …" The pitiful child sobbed.
Ye Fan brought him, going against the heavens. He held the Thousand Slayers Bow in his hand and said, "Only by growing, only by becoming strong can your Uncle Jiang be happy. Watch well!"
"Buzz!"
With a light tremble, the bowstring loosened, and a streak of golden light several dozen li shot into the sky!
This arrow contained all of his power and was given life by him. It was imbued with his comprehension of the great dao. The moment it appeared, the world hummed and the great dao rumbled. Auspicious lights descended from the sky!
"Pluff!"
A stream of blood splashed out as the fourth prince screamed. His forehead was pierced by an arrow, and a divine beam of light extended for dozens of miles. He was crushed in the void.
"What?"
"Fourth Prince!"
…
The members of the Golden Crow Tribe cried out in fear.
"Again!" Ye Fan shouted and drew the bow again. He circulated his divine power and the essence energy in his body boiled. It was as if he was made of gold.
"Pluff!"
A divine beam of light pierced through the sky and nailed the fifth prince's forehead. The corpse was sent flying hundreds of miles away and turned into a mist of blood.
"Again!" Ye Fan shouted again. This type of voice was like a curse from the underworld, making everyone in the Golden Crow Clan tremble in fear. They couldn't help but tremble.
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