"In the Feng Yuan, the five surviving clans are respected. It seems that you still don't know how powerful my surviving clan is!"
The old man was so ashamed and angry that the source of wood above his head turned into a tree reaching the sky. With the blessing of this power, the size of the Three Saint Emperors grew exponentially.
A cyan magical power turned into a sword light, suddenly appeared above Ling Fan's head, and chopped it down.
Once the source comes out, it should crush everything.
"Hmph, the mantis is using its arms as a chariot!"
But how could Ling Fan show weakness? His shoulders shook, and the original aura also rose above his head!
It was a whirlpool that was even bigger than the origin of wood. In the whirlpool, there was the faint light of thousands of swords, moving through it.
Under the power of the source, Ling Fan's surge of aura was more than doubled.
Even the light of the Holy Emperor's Dharma on the entire battlefield was suppressed by the origin of this sword.
"origin!?"
This scene also made all the Holy Emperors, including the old man Yuan, take a breath.
In this abyss, although there are not many Three Saint Emperors killed, they are definitely not the top combat power.
Only by possessing the origin can one become supreme.
Before this, only the top gods among the five great survivors could understand the attributes of the five elements.
What Yuan has is the origin of wood.
This is also the most important reason why the five remaining clans can dominate Fengyuan.
Other wanderers have no chance to obtain their origin.
But now, this existence that mysteriously appeared in Feng Yuan actually came with its origin.
Not only that, this origin seems to be a more powerful and mysterious existence than the origin of the Five Elements.
At least, the old man Yuan has never been seen or heard of.
Now, when Ling Fan sacrificed his sword origin, his wood origin was completely suppressed, and he lost any of his momentum.
"This is impossible, where did you come from?"
The old man was terrified.
He dared to conclude that there was absolutely no such strong person in Fengyuan.
"I said, if you want to know, come up!"
But Ling Fan shattered the sword light, but his face was filled with a disdainful smile.
"hateful!"
The old man was so ashamed and angry, but now, they had no way out.
This time the secondary base brought all the combat power of the Yuan family except the ancestral city. If it is destroyed here, then the Yuan family will no longer have a foothold among the five remaining clans!
"Fight!"
The old man roared angrily, and used up all his life's breath. A green sword appeared in his hand, and it went straight towards Ling Fan.
Now, he can only bet that Ling Fan has just obtained the original power and cannot really use it yet.
"Sword cultivator?"
"Are you worthy?"
However, Ling Fan sneered. The other party also wanted to use kendo to attack him. That was just a trick!
Holding the divine sword high in his hand, Ling Fan's aura of the Holy Sword was condensed again.
He doesn't need to use too much of the sword's original aura at all, just a little bit is enough.
Buzz!
The next moment, the sword light of the Holy Sword slashed down suddenly.
And this was the second sword that Ling Fan drew after arriving on the battlefield. The sword light looked toward him.
After practicing the Holy Sword for so many years, Ling Fan has mastered the essence of it.
The Holy Sword was originally invincible, but now with the blessing of the sword's origin, it is even more sharp.
Sla!
Almost at the moment of contact, the green sword energy that the old man offered began to be torn apart.
The magical power of swordsmanship, at least for now, has not appeared, which can match the sword of killing the saint.
The sword cuts ten thousand feet.
The old man of the Yuan family watched helplessly as his magical power was swallowed up, and all the Holy Emperor's aura was unable to stop Ling Fan's sword.
Only then did fear arise in my heart.
But it was too late to escape.
Ling Fan's aura had already locked onto him.
"No!"
"I have practiced cultivation for a hundred thousand years, how could I die at the hands of an unknown child?"
The old man cried out sadly.
But there was no response from heaven and earth, and in the end, he was mercilessly swallowed up by the sword that killed the saint.
boom!
The old man's wood origin was disintegrating, and even his three-life breath was cut into nothingness.
Not to mention resistance and consumption, the Holy Sword did not dissipate after swallowing the old man, but fell straight onto the secondary base below.
There was a loud noise and the sword light cracked into the base.
What frightened everyone was that when the light of the Holy Sword disappeared, the secondary base began to crack open in the middle.
The gap became wider and wider, and finally turned into a canyon one hundred thousand feet long.
It almost cut through the entire base.
Now, how powerful is Ling Fan's sword?
No one can imagine it.
For a time, the battlefield that was still fighting fell completely silent.
This is simply a war whose outcome has already been determined.
When a stronger origin appears, all struggles will be in vain.
A battle of Fengyuan's level must be evenly matched before there are variables.
Otherwise, there is only massacre.
At this moment, the Holy Emperor of the Yuan clan had given up his resistance.
Ling Fan alone was enough to kill them all.
"We surrender!"
A Three-Zhan Holy Emperor spoke.
What followed was a dense voice of surrender.
They all destroyed the Holy Emperor's Dharma above their heads. Only by surrendering could they survive.
"Haha, if you meet someone stronger than me, will you surrender?"
But when Ling Fan looked down, there was no emotion on his face.
"Jiuchuan kills three and obeys the order, Yuan clan kills three, kill them all, and capture the rest!"
"Yes!" Su Lie and others responded, and the magical powers they had prepared long ago suddenly activated, killing those who surrendered in threes in an instant.
This scene was something Zhan San had never imagined.
They surrendered, but they couldn't survive.
And this scene also made the other Holy Emperors of the Yuan clan feel extremely frightened.
These guys are so cruel and ruthless.
Kill the Three Holy Emperors and leave none alive?
"Clean the battlefield, the army will not stop, wait until we find the other two bases, and then we will reward you based on your merits!"
Ling Fan's voice fell, and the army cheered, and then continued to move towards the depths of Feng Yuan.
Not stopping for a moment.
In the next half month, nine third-level bases, dragging three collapsed second-level bases, shuttled through the void.
Even though Yuan came prepared this time, he was still ruthlessly defeated.
The First World War allowed Jiuchuan to gain tens of thousands more homeless people.
What's even more valuable is that Ling Tian got three secondary bases.
These bases are huge, and the materials used can be used to create first-level bases.
Standing on Yuan's secondary base, Ling Tian finally shook his head.
"Dad, what, is it still not working?"
Ling Fan frowned.
"not enough."
Ling Tian nodded.
Then he turned around and asked, "Who is the nearest survivor here?"
Su Wei stepped forward and said, "Senior, due west is the Liu family of the five major clans, and due east is the Yan family."
