Looking at Ye Fan who was covered in blood in the sky, hundreds of true immortals in the entire Dragon Burial Valley were speechless.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes widened, as if they were seeing a ghost.
Shocking!
Unprecedented shock!
It's hard to use words to describe how they feel at this moment.
It took a long time before someone came back to his senses and exclaimed:
"How can this be?"
"That kid is not dead? Am I dazzled? Someone pinch me!"
"Does the master's trump card of the Reincarnation Hall not work?"
"No! Impossible!"
Many real immortals kept shaking their heads, as if they couldn't believe this was true.
First, four sect masters were sacrificed, and then the master of the Reincarnation Hall spent a hundred years of life to cast a forbidden technique. Such a terrifying attack was enough to kill any strong person, and even the True Immortal Qingming might fall.
But facts speak louder than words!
Ye Fan is still alive and well!
Although Ye Fan was covered with bruises, his straight spine was still unbent, as if he was trying to hold up the world alone.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Fan seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder, stepping on the sky, walking towards everyone step by step from high in the sky.
Although he didn't make any footsteps, every time he took a step, everyone's chests seemed to be beaten by war drums, their energy and blood boiled, and they were suppressed, even their breathing was stagnant.
Looking at Ye Fan, who was like a god descending to earth, the same thought came to everyone's mind——
Invincible!
On the execution platform, Daozi Han Xiao's eyes sparkled, and he looked at Ye Fan with deep admiration.
Before, Han Xiao regarded Ye Fan as his competitor. Even after knowing that he had become the junior brother of True Immortal Qingming and his uncle, Han Xiao was still unconvinced.
It wasn't until this moment that Han Xiao truly realized how powerful Ye Fan was.
The power of one person is enough to overwhelm all enemies!
…
Just when everyone was shocked, Ye Fan finally stepped on the invisible ladder to the ground and stood proudly, like an invincible God of War, sweeping across the world and roaring proudly in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his eyebrows, and with a sharp gaze like an unsheathed divine sword, he stabbed the master of the Reincarnation Hall from afar, and said:
"Your compass of stars in the sky, although powerful, is just a foreign object after all! You can mobilize the power of the stars and suppress the heaven and the earth, but you cannot suppress me! That's the end of it, die!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan tightened his grip on the Wuxiang Sword, and his murderous intent blossomed, overwhelmingly pressing towards the master of the Reincarnation Hall.
Suddenly, the Master of the Reincarnation Hall was shaken all over, feeling an unprecedented threat of death, as if the God of Death had raised his sickle.
"No! Ye Fan, you can't kill me! I am the master of the Reincarnation Hall, proficient in countless spiritual secrets. The moment you kill me, I will burn three souls and seven souls to curse you and let you give birth to a child.
The catastrophe of inner demons will prevent you from being reincarnated forever!"
Hearing these words, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
The Palace of Reincarnation has already mastered all kinds of spiritual knowledge and secret arts. As the master of the palace, his words are definitely not alarmist.
But the next moment, Ye Fan was not afraid and said coldly: "Curse, so what? Even if I become a demon, I will kill you all!"
"kill!"
Ye Fan raised his sword and lowered it, and the Wuxiang Sword turned into a giant, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashing towards the neck of the Lord of the Samsara Hall.
Caught off guard, the leader of the Samsara Hall, exhausted of his internal energy, had no time to dodge, and could only watch helplessly as the sword struck him.
"Tsk!"
The next moment, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his neck.
The bright red blood surged out like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, instantly dyeing most of his body red.
The majestic breath of life also dissipated and merged between heaven and earth.
"thump!"
Immediately afterwards, his head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, looking straight at Mark, his eyes full of resentment.
The Master of the Reincarnation Hall never expected that after practicing for thousands of years, he would be defeated by a fledgling boy.
Although his head fell to the ground, the master of the Samsara Palace still opened his mouth and burst out the last roar in his life:
"Ye Fan, I curse you! Using my three souls and seven souls as a sacrifice, I will make you suffer the punishment of endless purgatory, roasting your soul day and night, and you will never rest for eternity!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody mark flew out from between his eyebrows, condensed into a large net in mid-air, and enveloped Ye Fan.
When Ye Fan saw this, his expression was extremely solemn, as if he was facing a formidable enemy and he did not dare to neglect at all.
But the bloody mark, as if it had no body, dissipated directly after touching Ye Fan's skin.
However, Ye Fan felt a chill in his body, as if a mysterious existence thousands of miles away had some inexplicable involvement with him!
This bloody mark must be the unique secret technique of the Reincarnation Hall.
However, Ye Fan didn't take it too seriously. As long as his cultivation level improved, it would be easy to resolve the curse.
The next moment, Ye Fan turned around again, his eyes were like sharp blades, looking towards the hundreds of true immortals in the distance with a stern look.
Those true immortals are the elders of various major sects. They are usually aloof and have extraordinary status.
But now, they didn't dare to look at Ye Fan at all, as if they were facing a ferocious beast from the wild, they were trembling with fear, shivering, and there were big beads of sweat on their foreheads.
It's not that they are too cowardly, but that Ye Fan is too strong, so strong!
He had defeated five sect leader-level experts in a row. His combat power was earth-shattering. Who could not be afraid of him?
At this time, Ye Fan looked at them and said coldly:
"Hey, why don't you get out of here? Do you want to stay and be buried with the Master of the Reincarnation Hall and the others?"
…
As soon as these words came out, all the eyes of the audience were focused on the abbot of Prajna Temple, the head of Da Luo Sect, and Dan Qiuzi of Langya Academy.
As the only three remaining sect masters, their decisions affect the fate of everyone present.
If we just retreat like this, all the previous efforts of the nine ancient sects will be in vain. Once word of today's defeat is spread, the prestige of each sect will fall to the bottom.
But if we fight to the death, it is more likely that all the bones will be buried here, and no one will be left alive.
"Poor monk——"
The abbot of Prajna Temple opened his mouth and was about to give in and lead his disciples away.
"Pfft!"
At this moment, Ye Fan's throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately afterwards, his figure suddenly swayed, his face turned as pale as paper, and his strong momentum gradually declined, as if he was about to be knocked back to his original shape.