After stimulating the energy of the soul-slaying demon blade with all his strength, the White Light Saint Ancestor apparently mistakenly thought that the piece in Chen Fan's hand was already complete.

Only Chen Fan himself knows the true details of this soul-slaying demon blade!

After using the endless demonic energy from the Holy Sacrifice Channel to repair the damaged blade fragments, coupled with Chen Fan's constant support of the true demonic power, the soul-slaying demonic blade indeed appeared to be completely repaired on the outside.

However, the missing fragments were only temporarily replaced by the power of the real demon, and were still unable to display the sword's peak state.

However, even if it only has 50% or 60% of the combat power of the full version, it is still enough to cope with the situation at hand!

I saw a flash of black sword light, and the two giant palms that were attacking the sky suddenly stopped.

Immediately after the sound of two clear waves, the giant palms that had been filled with countless vitality of heaven and earth were suddenly severed from the middle, and then countless white lights leaked out. After a loud bang, the two palms completely exploded.

Violent vitality mixed with dark demonic energy surged into a ball in the sky. Seeing this, the Holy Ancestor of White Light clapped his palm again. The same palm made of white light rose up towards the eight-armed demon in the center of the light group.

Pinch it away.

Just after a black sword flashed past, the palms were completely destroyed before they could even close together!

"If you only have this method, there is no need to use it to test it anymore! Lord Saint Ancestor!" The eight-armed demon deliberately emphasized the word "Lord Saint Ancestor" in his tone, and the soul-slaying demon blade he held tightly in his hand was pouring out unsteadily.

Dark magic light.

After a few steps, the demon blade in his hand slashed out again without hesitation, and countless Xuantian demon patterns appeared out of thin air. The White Light Saint Ancestor felt as if his whole body was falling into gold and iron, and was instantly reinforced.

A pitch-black sword slashed out vertically between heaven and earth, and the world became dark!

The Holy Ancestor of White Light snorted coldly, opened his mouth and spat out, and a small black cauldron with dragons and phoenixes swelled up in the wind and spun around in front of him.

Immediately after the sealing, countless white lights poured into the small cauldron. In an instant, the white light exploded, and countless white flames rolled out from the mouth of the cauldron. It turned into a dragon-shaped white beast, and it bit the pitch-black sword with its fangs and claws.

A creaking, piercing scream burst out from the confrontation between the two energies. The white light dragon beast only rolled up its body and became mixed with the pitch-black sword like a broken light curtain.

Then a violent wave of air visible to the naked eye swayed from it, and a ball of black and white light was formed in the sky.

The terrifying energy swept all around, flattening all the vegetation in the Burial Abyss Valley below. Between the flying sand and rocks, the earth cracked, the sun and moon lost light, and the blast of air waves even shook the black curtain wall surrounding the ground to tremble violently.

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"To activate a Xuantian Holy Artifact with such full force, even the Mahayana Saint Ancestor's magic power can't bear it!"

"I want to see how long you, the number one demon lord, can hold on!"

The voice of the Holy Ancestor of White Light came from the void, and he was seen holding a black cauldron in his hand, wearing white armor, and surrounded by several flying shuttle-like magic weapons.

As for what he was stepping on, it was an unknown demonic insect.

This demonic insect had six wings on its back, and its body was like a centipede. It escaped extremely fast, carrying the white light saint ancestor, and flew away from the area covered by the exploding black and white light ball.

"It really won't last long!"

"But there shouldn't be any problem if I kill you, the Saint Ancestor." Chen Fan laughed loudly. Being able to force a Saint Ancestor back was enough to prove the power of the incomplete soul-slaying demon blade in his hand.

Even the White Light Saint Ancestor did not dare to touch the aura of destruction attached to the pitch-black sword.

But as the White Light Saint Ancestor said, the activation of the Xuantian Sacred Artifact consumes a lot of mana. Even if Chen Fan is currently at the peak of Demon Lord cultivation, and his foundation is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary Demon Lords, he is still slashing out.

After those three sword strikes, the mana in the body began to decline sharply.

According to Chen Fan's estimation, with about two more strikes, his physical body would be unable to maintain itself and would be completely drained by the soul-slaying demon blade.

Ever since, after looking at the White Light Saint Ancestor high in the sky, Chen Fan's eyes narrowed and he roared. His eight-armed golden body, which had already grown a lot taller, once again swelled, with an aura that was even more violent than before.

burst out of his body.

This is the manifestation of igniting the original fire and burning the foundation!

Although it can more than double one's own mana and physical body in a short period of time, it will leave a permanent weakening of the foundation and cause irreparable injuries.

Of course, igniting the original fire will bring endless troubles to outsiders, but Chen Fan has that mysterious self-healing power, which can be completely replenished after paying a certain price of life span, so he uses this method.

Not worried at all.

However, after noticing the strange aura emanating from Chen Fan, the face of the White Light Saint Ancestor at the height changed, and he uttered the word "Madman!", and then the kneading formula in his hand changed, and he traveled around him.

Several flying shuttles began to pierce the sky, leaving dazzling white shadows in the sky, strangled towards Chen Fan.

The black cauldron he was holding was also thrown away, and the mouth of the cauldron turned upside down, spurting out a seemingly boundless stream of white flames downwards.

Those flying shuttles were as fast as flashes of light. In the blink of an eye, they had already reached where Chen Fan was standing. The white light aroused from the flying shuttles was filled with an extremely sharp aura. As soon as they approached, Chen Fan felt a sense of crisis!

Which of the magic weapons that can be sacrificed by the Holy Ancestor is simple?

Chen Fan had a thought, and lightning flashed outside his body. Eight jet-black magic thunder circled around the scale-reverse armor and shot out, intertwining into a black thunder wall outside his body. Then he freed up six arms to lift up his head, creating a streak of black scorching sun.

Manifested out of thin air from his hands.

Countless pitch-black rays of light burst out from the black sun, colliding fiercely with those flying shuttles and erupting into balls of black and white light. At the same time, the black wall of thunder suddenly flashed and crashed head-on into the white sea of ​​​​fire rolling down in the air.

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In an instant, there was a loud roar, the color of the sky and the earth changed, thunder and white flames exploded against each other, and muffled sounds rolled out.

At this critical moment, Chen Fan transformed into thunder, with his whole body covered in dark gold light. He grabbed the soul-slaying demon blade and slashed at the sunken area hit by the thunder wall in the center of the white sea of ​​fire!

Wave!

The dark sword light overwhelmed all magical powers and the brilliance of the magic treasure, and the white sea of ​​fire split in half in an instant.

The Holy Ancestor of White Light, who was controlling the black cauldron above, suddenly felt a destructive aura coming from below. He moved his feet and actually kicked the six-winged demonic insect in the direction of the danger.

Buzz!

A black line cut across the sky, and the six-winged demonic insect was cut into pieces by the unavoidable dark blade. As for the black cauldron that spit out fire, it was also hit by the blade at this time, and a section was covered with demonic patterns.

The tripod mouths were all cut down.

As for the White Light Saint Ancestor, his face was as gloomy as water. With a squeeze of his hand, he exploded the corpse of the six-winged demon insect that was dismembered. At the same time, the white light that emerged from its body surface suddenly spread outwards, and countless

The fine magic patterns intertwined out of thin air, and the dark sword that had not yet dissipated was firmly pressed against the boundary of the circle of white light.

This seemingly even stalemate only lasted for a few breaths before the dark sword was completely wiped out by the surging white light due to lack of stamina.

The next second, I saw the White Light Saint Ancestor's tone was cold, his body was full of momentum, his hands were like lotus flowers, he was frequently making seals, and he spat out a few extremely blunt ancient demon Sanskrit sounds: "White Light Saint Realm!"

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Chapter completed!