Tens of thousands of mountains stood tall and majestic. In the middle of the night, the brilliance of the Valley of Gods rushed into the heavens. It was resplendent and dazzling like the burning divine furnace of the Ancient Heaven.
At this time, shouts of war shook the heavens within the valley. Blade lights and sword shadows could be seen everywhere. This was a sad song of blood and life intertwining. Many people had gone mad from the slaughter.
Who would have thought that the Archaic Imperial Clan would be attacked? It had always been them ruling the world, slaughtering in all directions and overlooking the earth.
But now, on this cold night, a group of death gods descended from the sky and slaughtered their way into their territory. This was beyond their expectations.
Pfft!
Blood dripped everywhere. This was a blood-stained painting. Ye Fan brandished the halberd in his hand. Immediately, blood splattered everywhere. A group of ancient creatures was cut in half at the waist and sent flying more than ten meters away. A large number of corpses fell to the ground.
There were no words, no indiscernible reasoning to speak of. There was only a battle of life and death, using blood and bones to perform a hot-blooded war song.
"Ah …" The fifth generation Yuan Taoist Master roared towards the sky as if he had turned into a demon. At this time, he had already gone mad from the slaughter. The long blood-colored hair on his body spread out like an immortal scarlet ape as he fought against that ancient monarch.
Countless heavenly origin patterns appeared beneath his feet. They flickered with a terrifying brilliance and curled around him. They extended in all directions, causing many ancient creatures to collapse.
At this moment, the Valley of Gods, this immortal divine land, became the source of his power. All types of draconic energy and origin power were like rivers flowing into the sea, gathering towards him.
"Boom!"
A fist shaking the heavens!
Zhang Lin's head of red hair was like a tide. They danced about crazily as he attacked this Archaic Ancestral King. He didn't seem like a Yuan Taoist Master at all, but more like a battle saint.
This Archaic Ancestral King's torn off arm had long since regenerated. The dozens of wings on his back unfolded, and endless black demonic energy overflowed into the heavens as he roared and rushed forward.
This was a battle between saints. Between their fists and palms, traces of the great dao burst forth one after another. They turned into a blazing light and all kinds of wonderful sounds rang out.
Each of their attacks evolved the origin of the great dao, as well as the mysteries of opening the heavens. This became a terrifying battle of the great dao.
"Pop!"
Like a heavenly blade cutting through rotten wood, Zhang Lin put his hands together and emitted a brilliant rainbow. It cut open the net of interweaving dao marks and pounced forward.
This was a close distance confrontation, a scene of blood splashing everywhere. The dao radiance that flew out from his hands seemed to have hacked off half of this ancestral king's body. Several pairs of divine wings were sliced apart, falling down. Divine feathers fluttered about, stained with blood.
Even though this Archaic Ancestral King was injured, he was indeed extremely powerful. A pair of enormous claws tore through the dao radiance and fiercely pierced through, stabbing into Zhang Lin's shoulders and almost tearing off her arms.
Decaying blood surged and released a strange light. The Archaic Ancestral King's terrifying demonic claws were almost corroded and quickly withdrew.
This was a battle between life and death, a battle song of life. It was interpreted through blood and bones, using bodies to fight, using dao laws to clash.
To be able to become the Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods, he naturally wouldn't be a docile person. When he truly went crazy, it would be hard to find anyone in the world who could suppress him.
He was at a disadvantage against Zhang Lin, and this was something that was hard to accept. He could not believe that this was a subordinate of Wu Shi. How could the Motherf * cking Human King have survived till now?
Clang!
A cold gust of wind hacked over. Ye Fan wielded the black heavenly spear and rushed over again. He hacked down like a streak of black lightning, breaking apart all obstructions.
"Pop!"
This Ancestral King opened his mouth and spat out a dao flower with seven petals. Each petal was dazzling and beautiful, translucent and resplendent, blocking the black battle spear.
Hong!
The battle spear in Ye Fan's left hand hacked down. His right fist was like the head of a dragon within the boundless golden sea. It broke out from the sea, bringing with it heaven overflowing golden blood energy as it smashed towards this Ancestral King's head.
Dong!
A muffled sound rang out. The Valley of Gods shook intensely. If not for the innate formation patterns, it would have long collapsed.
This was a confrontation of physical strength. The Ancestral King's claw that flickered with dao patterns flowed with blood, and then it began to break down. Flesh and blood peeled off first, and then the bones cracked.
"Pu!"
In the end, this Ancestral King's claw couldn't stop the golden blood energy that was like a sea. It exploded, and white bone fragments and bright red blood flew into the air. It was a ghastly sight.
His body flourished with light and rumbled with heavenly sounds. Expanse after expanse of dao marks rushed up as if an ancient deity was singing. It was deafening.
Ye Fan retreated. He didn't have the comprehension of a saint's divine laws, nor did he have that level of magical power. This Archaic Dao Light and divine laws were incomparable and fatal to him.
"Pu!"
He rushed to the other side and swept out with the iron spear in his hand. Who could stop the flesh shell of a saint? A single sweep was all it took. Magic treasures, flying swords, and secret techniques were all useless. He killed them all with a single blow!
Blood dripped everywhere, broken bones flew everywhere, and flesh and blood splattered everywhere. This was a terrifying scene.
At the same time, the fifth generation Yuan Taoist Master fought against this Archaic Ancestral King again. He had the upper hand, and from time to time, a string of demonic blood would flow out, dying the earth red.
"Ah …"
Zhang Lin went crazy. He didn't have much time left. When the sun rose, he would turn into ashes and never exist again.
Hong!
The divine valley and the mountains in all directions were dyed in draconic energy. All of the Heaven Origin Ancient Patterns appeared, becoming as bright as day. The patterns interweaved, covering the sky.
It was as if he was receiving help from the heavens. Even though his entire body was covered in red hair and his expression was sinister, there was the aura of a deity flowing around him. His entire body shone with resplendent brilliance.
Peng!
Six Seals for Immortals!
There was no divine source or stone skin. He used his hands to form this type of profound mysteries, merging them with the dao. A hazy radiance erupted and swept outwards.
All of this Archaic Ancestral King's dao laws and endless divine force were sealed and flowed backwards, causing him to suffer a backlash. He cried out loudly and flew backwards.
Peng!
The fifth generation Yuan Taoist Master walked up and kicked out from the air. This Ancestral King was almost kicked into pieces and sent flying high into the air. Blood flowed continuously, and more than ten of his bones were shattered.
Under the cold night moon, on a distant cliff, a white-clothed beauty was playing a flute. The notes were indistinct like sobs, mournful yet beautiful. Her eyes were filled with tears as she played a heavenly tune. Her heart felt as if it was being twisted by a knife and her liver and intestines were being torn apart.
Yang Yi knew that this was the last night she would see Zhang Lin, the last time she would be able to appreciate his style of looking down on the world. After this night, everything would turn to smoke when the sun rose, and they would never meet again.
She watched in a daze. The faint sound of the flute tore through the cold night sky and lingered around the entire battlefield. It was as if she was weeping and complaining.
In a daze, she seemed to have seen the heroic and imposing Zhang Lin from ten thousand years ago. On the day he became the Yuan Taoist Master, all the holy lands came to congratulate him.
The great gamble in the divine city, the great battle in the ancient mine, the heavens were set in the forbidden region, and he fought alone against enemies from all directions. He was heroic and unyielding, as if he had entered an unrivaled realm.
In the blink of an eye, everything became empty. An inauspicious event happened to the genius of a generation in his later years, and he was no longer heroic and heroic.
Now, he was old and inauspicious, half demon and half human. His entire body was covered in scarlet fur, but his unyielding blood was still there. He was going to use his last bit of strength to suppress the Valley of Gods and return peace to the human race.
In the final battle, he would disappear with the wind. This was the life of the Yuan Taoist Master!
Yang Yi's eyes were blurred by tears. The jade flute was placed horizontally by her mouth, and her sorrowful sobs turned into a song. It resounded in the night sky and drifted into the distance.
Zhang Lincheng roared crazily. His blood-colored hair danced about. Even though he wasn't as heroic and imposing as before, now only ugly, his heroic spirit was still matchless.
When the Heavenly Origin Divine Technique entered his hands, not only was it a source-seeking stone-cracking technique, it was also an offensive holy method. He fought a great battle against the ancient king, suppressing him with absolute power.
"Pu!"
There were patterns everywhere in the valley that interweaved and shone brilliantly. He became an undying deity at the center. His attacks were like lightning, striking half of the archaic ancestral king's body, almost smashing it to pieces.
Hong!
This archaic ancestral king roared. All of the wings on his back trembled, producing ripples one after another. Ear-splitting dao sounds rang out, as if a magnificent army was galloping.
He released his true flames. He had always been suppressed, and this was the first time in his long life that he had experienced such a thing. He began to fiercely retaliate.
Peng!
Zhang Lin turned his hand over. Streaks of light scattered down from the gaps between his fingers. He descended like a deity. His right hand pressed down, and the Heavenly Origin Dao Patterns appeared.
The archaic ancestral king felt as if he was struck by lightning. That hand covered in dao patterns was like the right hand of a deity. It possessed a strange demonic power, slapping him over and causing his body to crack apart.
"Ah …" He couldn't help but cry out. The divine wings on his back were shattering, and the feathers were dyed in blood as they drifted about in the air.
Hong!
Suddenly, the great earth collapsed. The other ancient king finally took action, rushing out from the earth veins. He possessed world-defying power, and a world appeared in his palm. Primal chaos and thunder rumbled within, splitting apart heaven and earth, destroying everything.
He wanted to kill the Yuan Taoist Master. This was an even more powerful ancient king that possessed endless magical power. It made both Zhang Lin and Ye Fan's expressions change.
This was an aged ancient king with a stooped figure. His purple hair scattered down, and behind him were forty-nine pairs of divine wings. There were over a hundred divine rings surrounding him.
He was emaciated, but his spirit was hale and hearty. His voice was resounding like a bronze bell as he said, "You came from Purple Mountain. Are you Zhang Lin under Wu Shi?"
"Correct. Wu Shi's Zhang Lin has solemnly obeyed the Great Emperor's decree. Today, I will suppress the valley of gods and return peace to the human race!" Zhang Lin's voice resounded through the air.
Then, he turned around and said to Ye Fan, "Time is precious. Kill them all."
Ye Fan nodded. With a wave of the war spear in his hand, grim reapers appeared in all directions. They were the Undying Heavenly Emperor's subordinates, and every one of their flesh shells was terrifying. They tore through all obstacles and killed all enemies.
"Since ancient times, this is the first time the human race has invaded the Valley of Gods. However, none of you will return. Let's see how you're going to kill everyone!"
The ancient king that appeared later let out a loud roar. The sonorous voice of the heavenly dao rang out, and the forty-nine pairs of divine wings released ancient characters one after another, suppressing all directions.
"Why can't I kill them?" Zhang Lin responded. His hands slowly moved as he said, "Today, I will kill another ancient king in front of you!"
"Ah …"
Suddenly, the injured ancient king screamed. He was like a puppet being controlled by someone, and he was uncontrollably floating in the sky.
His entire body was covered in Heaven Origin Divine Runes that were rapidly cracking apart. The Genesis Heaven Masters had already injected Genesis Qi into his body during the previous battle to set up Heaven Origin Divine Runes.
"Ah …"
He screamed and struggled with all his might, but he couldn't move an inch. It was as if he was frozen in the void. Another even more terrifying ancient king made a move, but he couldn't save him.
Zhang Lin unleashed a supreme Genesis Art, and as if he was using a knife to cut open a Genesis Stone, he gently slashed across the air. Blood spurted out from the ancient king's body as he was disintegrating.
This was a peerless Origin Secret Art. It had already planted Origin Dao Marks on the opponent's body during the battle. Now that it was activated, it was like cutting a rotten stone!
"Ah …"
With a final scream, the ancient king's body crumbled into pieces.
Ye Fan followed closely. Golden battle qi surged around his body, drowning the entire Valley of Gods. With a punch, he smashed the flying head into pieces.
On a distant cliff, Yang Yi couldn't help but cry. Seeing that Zhang Linxiong's heroic spirit was just like before, she felt as if a knife was twisting in her heart. Why did he only have one night to live?
"I won't be able to see you again …" She sobbed.
The sound of the flute first sounded like she was sobbing, but it suddenly became high-pitched. Dying on the battlefield, burying one's bones in the blade light was the final destination of heroes. There would always be a time when the curtain would fall. She played a battle song, crying as she bid farewell.
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