Golden blood qi surged, but Ye Fan's body was as still as a mountain. With only two punches, he killed two cultivators from the Western orthodoxy, shocking everyone to the core.
Gray fog surged, covering the sky and earth. An old Western cultivator's face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were leaden gray. He was old beyond recognition, as if he had just walked out from hell.
He was the leader of this group of enforcers, and his strength was powerful and terrifying.
The martial arts arena was completely submerged by the gray fog. He was like a demonic god, emitting a heaven-overflowing might, causing many people to tremble with fear. Through the dense aura, they saw a withered figure with gray hair draped over his shoulders, causing people to tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
Clatter!
The sound of iron chains could be heard. Although his body was withered, he was as frightening as an old lion. In his hand was a long chain that was as red as blood, as if it had been polished in purgatory. It emitted a terrifying aura.
"Hell's Fetters!"
This was a forbidden technique. Once bound, the red iron chain would be like maggots attached to the bones, destroying the enemy's life force and cutting off their cultivation. At one time, it was seen as a great evil technique. It went against the harmony of heaven and was despised by people.
This was an old man at the seventh tier of the Dragon Realm. He had a very high status in the West, and he could fight a few levels higher than him. Hence, he was fearless. The blood-red iron chain emitted an ear-piercing sound, as if a group of snakes were charging over.
"This is my master's judgment on you!"
His long hair was disheveled, and his eyes were like dead ashes. His voice was emotionless, solemn, and solemn as he announced loudly.
The red iron chain was dripping blood, and the scarlet color was even more terrifying. Everyone heard a sound like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods. It was as if the gates of purgatory had been opened.
At this moment, a chilly wind howled angrily, and wild waves rushed into the sky. Countless corpses appeared, and many headless demons and angels appeared, enveloping the entire area.
Roar …
This scene was very frightening. It was accompanied by a loud roar, and there was the rumbling sound of a stone door being pushed open. It was as if the god of death had walked out of the necropolis and was about to reap Ye Fan's life.
A terrifying aura instantly spread to every corner. There was a coldness that could freeze three thousand miles, and it was as if Yama had descended into the forest of the human world. The destructive aura caused many people to tremble.
The chains rushed over and were about to wrap around Ye Fan's body.
He did not move until the bloody chain was close to his body and was about to pierce through his heart. Only then did he reach out with his powerful palm and grab the thick chain.
Kacha!
He pulled with all his strength, and then with a violent shake, the Western Dao Orthodoxy's enforcer coughed out large mouthfuls of blood on the spot. The iron chain snapped straight and then shattered!
Like a pile of blood clots falling down, the iron chain broke into dozens of pieces and was easily torn apart. Moreover, the last piece was perfectly straight, like a long spear!
"Pu!"
This blood-red chain was even sharper than the tip of a spear. It pierced through the man's skull, leaving behind a corpse that fell to the ground with its back facing the sky. The blood-red chain was even sharper than the tip of a spear.
It was too casual, but it was also very shocking. A law enforcer leader from the West was killed just like that without any suspense.
"Who are you?" The others backed up, their faces full of shock, not daring to believe what they were seeing.
Ye Fan did not say anything and stared at them as if he was looking at a dead person. His body did not move in the slightest.
An ancient talisman flickered in his palm and interweaved into an expanse of dao patterns. This made these people's eyes become even more vacant as they stared fixedly.
This was originally the embodiment of one's cultivation. When one reached Ye Fan's realm, once the technique was used, one's cultivation would automatically revolve and interweave into symbols formed from the wondrous laws of heaven and earth.
However, these people mistook it for a dao sect talisman and mistakenly thought that Ye Fan had used a powerful magic treasure to destroy the scarlet iron chain and kill the law enforcer leader.
As for the others, apart from Daoist Qi Ri, Kunlun's sect master Xue Chen and a few others, they could not see clearly and were all shaken.
"Use the Fury of Thunder and carry out judgment on him!" An old man whose skin was wrinkled beyond recognition shouted.
An even larger scroll appeared in the air, and everyone immediately felt a type of extreme yang aura.
"Such powerful fluctuations!"
Everyone couldn't help but back up. This was definitely an even more terrifying forbidden artifact.
A person with gray wings on his back, incredibly aged and intimidating like black holes, quickly activated the forbidden artifact and suppressed forward, wishing to destroy Ye Fan.
After this ancient scroll was unfurled, ten thousand streaks of brilliance shot out. Those were dao marks that interweaved into an expanse of blazing lightning radiance, turning into a sea of lightning as it descended.
This was a world shocking scene — the descent of heavenly tribulation!
There was a powerful individual who engraved dao marks and sealed them within the scroll. It was controlled by a few fallen angels to carry out judgment on powerful experts. It was incomparably terrifying.
Lightning radiance surged as if the Celestial Court had descended into the world, shattering everything. Streaks of purple light submerged the summit of Mao Mountain's main peak, covering Ye Fan below.
There wasn't a single cultivator who didn't fear lightning radiance. This was something related to heavenly tribulation, a direct method used by the heavens to destroy the human world. It was as if nothing could stop it.
However, within this boundless lightning radiance, Ye Fan was extremely calm. He looked towards the sky and took a deep breath, as if he was savoring the fragrance of flowers and plants. He was calm from the bottom of his heart.
He opened up a golden palm and slowly and powerfully pressed towards the sky. Everyone in the distance was nervous to the extreme, backing up more than two li.
Hong!
Tens of thousands of streaks of lightning hacked down. Ye Fan didn't move in the slightest. Only a symbol appeared on that palm, and all of the lightning radiance converged over like rivers flowing into the sea.
"Too weak, far from being comparable to heavenly tribulation." He said softly to himself. Only a few cultivators from the Western Orthodoxy nearby heard this. They were so shocked that their blood ran cold and their souls almost left their bodies.
Hong!
All of the lightning disappeared, all of it absorbed into the symbol on Ye Fan's palm. Everyone was petrified and completely stupefied.
"What kind of talisman is that? Could it be the legendary talisman lightning treasure?"
"It's a divine talisman. It should have been left behind by an ancient sage!"
Everyone was flabbergasted like clay statues, and it took a long time for them to discuss this.
"You … who exactly are you?" The voices of a few fallen angels with gray wings were trembling.
"Rogue cultivator Ye Fan," he calmly muttered to himself. He didn't immediately attack ruthlessly because he was studying the scrolls and probing the foundations of these people. He wanted to see if the Western Orthodoxy had any outstanding points.
The few enforcers from the Western Orthodoxy were all ashen-faced. The strength displayed by the person in front of them was at the peak of Dragon Transformation, and that divine talisman was even more terrifying. They were powerless to break it.
Hong!
They looked at each other at the same time, and all of them decisively attacked. Each of them took out a scroll and chanted an ancient incantation. These were all forbidden weapons.
They threw out the scrolls with all their strength and turned around to leave. They wanted to escape from this place. The person in front of them definitely couldn't be provoked, and it was impossible for them to kill him.
"You've carried out the Judgement Day on me, but there's still no result. Come and listen to my punishment for you."
Ye Fan attacked. The symbol in his palm flickered, and a blazing lightning shot out and rushed forward.
The four ancient scrolls were all shattered and turned into sparkling and translucent pieces of paper. They drifted down from the sky, and the traces on them were destroyed. Their magic power was wiped clean.
"What?"
The four fallen angels were horrified. These scrolls couldn't even block for a moment, and this made them extremely terrified. This was definitely not someone from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. They had underestimated him!
Ye Fan turned his palm into a finger and pointed forward. The golden finger was like a golden pillar that could break through the sky. When it fell down, it crushed everything that had a form.
The golden finger was over a dozen zhang long, and it instantly turned the four fallen angels into a bloody mist. With a pu sound, they exploded in the air, and nothing was left behind.
Ye Fan used his hand to grab one of the fallen angels' sea of consciousness. He read some of the information he wanted to know, and then he scattered the bloody mist.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. This was just like a legend. Who exactly was this person? He easily killed several powerful enforcers from the Western orthodoxies with a raise of his hand, as if he was crushing ants!
This was simply a deity, a great divine ability expert that not even sect masters could contend against. This was an existence that was hard to find in the present age.
"He looks so young, and his blood energy is as vigorous as the ocean. He shouldn't have reached this realm, so how can he be so powerful?" This was the question and shock that almost everyone had.
"En?"
Ye Fan turned around and saw a person wearing a large cloak in the crowd. That person wanted to turn around and leave. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed his finger over again.
"You will regret this. My lord has descended into this world, and the Crusades will definitely destroy you!"
The last expert from the Western orthodoxy shouted with unwillingness, but he still couldn't escape the mountain-like golden finger's enormous pressure. With a peng sound, he turned into a lump of bloody mist.
"The Crusades are truly awe-inspiring. Let's see if my westward journey is more effective, or if your eastward expedition is more effective." Ye Fan said softly to himself.
His mind was a bit shaken. Through the memory imprint and those forbidden artifact scrolls, he deeply sensed that the Western orthodoxies occupied an advantage in the Cultivationless Age. Through spiritual power cultivation, there were individuals who could become great divine ability experts in the present age.
Perhaps, there might even be someone who could fight against him!
Moreover, after seeing that leader's memories, he had a vague guess. The Western orthodoxies might have a few ancient individuals who hadn't left.
He didn't feel any fear. Even when facing so many great enemies in Big Dipper, he could still move unhindered through the world and shake the five regions. Why would he be afraid of the Western orthodoxy in the Cultivationless Age?
Komatsu's head emerged from his pocket. His strange appearance with pitch-black pupils and purple satin like fur made it impossible for others not to notice him.
"He has a purple squirrel with him. It's him … the great divine ability expert who manifested in Jiujiang. No wonder he's so powerful!" many people cried out in surprise.
Ye Fan became the focal point of attention. Everyone's eyes focused on him, and many people revealed looks of surprise. Quite a few young female disciples from various sects revealed brilliant light in their eyes. It was impossible for this extraordinary and divine cultivator to not dominate the world.
"The competition continues!" the Shangqing sect master announced.
Then, he, Taoist Qi Ri, the Kunlun sect master Xue Chen, the Immortal Sword Sect master, the Vermillion Phoenix bloodline master, and the others stood up together and invited Ye Fan into the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace. This was a holy palace of Mao Mountain.
Such a big thing had happened. Ye Fan alone had cast a mysterious luster over the entire conference. How could these people not be shocked?
"May I ask this friend …"
In the ancestral court of Mao Mountain, several sect masters couldn't help but ask. Although they respected him, there were some things that had to be asked.
Naturally, there were people here who Ye Fan knew. The Myriad Demon Valley master, the old crane, reminded him that such a move might cause great trouble. The crusade would be a great disaster.
Ye Fan laughed and said, "What era is this? The crusade is too arrogant. Do they really dare to send an army to the Middle Earth to suppress me? If that's the case, I'll kill as many as they come! "
Moreover, he raised a question. These people from the Western orthodoxy looked a bit like fallen angels. They should be opposed to the so-called holy knights of the cross.
"They are all from the same orthodoxy. The opposition of light and darkness, the saying of heaven and hell, is to make the people of the world respect and fear. Only with hope and despair will there be enough faith."
"Is that so? I'm really looking forward to it. Come, holy knights, come, saintesses, come, crusade. I'll wait for you to purify me," Ye Fan said.
Taoist Qi Ri, Sect Master Xue Chen, the Immortal Sword Sect master, and the others were all scared when they heard this. Just who was this person? What was he looking forward to?!
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