Although he is not very old, he is just a young man, but the adventures along the way are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
And Emperor Zhenwu was the founder of the Zhenwu Dao Sect thousands of years ago.
Even if this is just his heroic spirit, the power it possesses exceeds the limits of the mortal world.
The battle between the two was so evenly matched that it could go down in history. Until the last moment, there was no telling who would be the final winner!
And now, the figure floating out of the light ball must be the final winner!
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on that man's figure.
Even Guang Lingzi's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he was extremely nervous.
However, that bloody body was always bathed in golden light, blocking everyone's sight, making it difficult to see his true appearance.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, a high-pitched and sharp sound of a knife resounded throughout the world, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Hearing this sword roar, all the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect in the field showed uncontrollable excitement on their faces, dancing and shouting:
"This is the sound of the Burning Heaven Sword. It seems... the Grandmaster has won! Yes, it must be the Grandmaster who has won!"
"Hahaha... Even if that kid uses the Nine Seals of the Sea of Clouds, so what? The Patriarch's Heavenly Demon Sealing Fist is the most powerful magical power in the world. The power it unleashes in that instant is enough to kill gods and immortals!"
"The Great Emperor Zhenwu is so powerful that he cannot be provoked by those young people! If he dares to offend our Zhenwu Dao Sect, he should have the consciousness and pay the price with blood!"
"This time, thanks to the Supreme Elder, I can summon the heroic spirit of the ancestor to kill the powerful enemy!"
Soon, the eyes of everyone in the venue fell on Guang Lingzi again, full of enthusiasm and reverence.
In order to summon the ancient heroic spirit, Guang Lingzi spent a thousand years of his life, suffered heavy losses, and almost lost the hope of surviving the ninth heavenly tribulation.
After this battle, his vitality will definitely be severely damaged, and he doesn't know how many years of recuperation it will take him to recover.
But no matter how you say it, Guang Lingzi can be regarded as a hero of Zhenwu Dao Sect and even the nine major sects in ancient times!
If it weren't for him, the Zhenwu Dao Sect would have been destroyed, cutting off tens of thousands of years of inheritance.
"call……"
Suddenly, Guang Lingzi breathed a long sigh of relief, turned to face the many monks and said: "Everyone, this beast has been killed! I have avenged my colleagues from the other eight ancient sects!"
In the distance, the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect were beaming with joy and were so excited that they were about to boil.
"Long live the Supreme Elder!"
"The Supreme Elder is invincible!"
…
However, just when many monks were smiling happily, a cold and cold voice suddenly floated down from above their heads:
"Why are you so happy? Are you... celebrating the death of Emperor Zhenwu's heroic spirit?"
What?!
As soon as these words came out, it was like a huge stone falling into a small pond, causing thousands of waves.
"This voice...could it be..."
For the first time, almost everyone in the venue suddenly raised their heads.
At this time, the golden light surrounding the body finally dissipated, and the young face appeared in the eyes of everyone in the venue.
His eyes are black, his clothes are windless, and his breath is ethereal, not like a person in the mortal world!
Although his body was covered with bruises and pale gold blood was flowing gurglingly, his waist was still straight, like a spear piercing the sky.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, as if he felt ridiculous for the cheering behavior of many monks just now!
When they saw his appearance clearly, the pupils of the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and their mouths opened wide, like ducks that have been strangled by the throat. Their faces were full of disbelief, and their bodies were full of disbelief.
Trembling uncontrollably.
Immediately afterwards, a breath called "despair" instantly enveloped their whole bodies, making the blood in their bodies seem to stop flowing.
There was total silence between the whole world, only dead silence.
Guang Lingzi's face turned ashen, as if he were mourning for his heir, as if all his strength had been drained away, he had aged dozens of years in an instant, and the aura on his body had also declined.
Under everyone's attention, Ye Fan seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder, stepping on the sky, walking towards everyone step by step.
Looking at Ye Fan who was like a god descending to earth, everyone in the venue had the same thought in their hearts——
Invincible!
This is true invincibility!
I don’t know how long it took, but Guang Lingzi was the first to come back to his senses and exclaimed: "Impossible! Boy, how could it be that you survived? Just now, I clearly heard the sound of the Burning Heaven Sword. It should be
It’s only right that Grandmaster wins!”
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, with a sharp gaze like an unsheathed sword, and said coldly:
"What does the sound of the sword mean? Couldn't it be the scream when the sword is broken? To tell you the truth, not only the Burning Sky Sword, but also other ancient treasures have been destroyed!"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect dimmed and they were completely despairing.
No matter how much they don't want to believe it, now that it is Ye Fan who appears in front of them, it means that the heroic spirits of Emperor Zhenwu and other ancestors have all disappeared!
As for the so-called Seven Divine Weapons of Zhenwu, none of them are left now.
This ending is beyond everyone's imagination.
Before, no one could have guessed that the final winner turned out to be Ye Fan!
Not to mention Guang Lingzi, not even the heroic spirit of the founder of the sect could suppress him!
…
"Ho ho ho! Bastard, I will fight with you!"
Guang Lingzi roared at the top of his lungs, like a trapped beast fighting, his overwhelming anger turning into surging murderous intent.
I saw his eyes were about to burst, and his eye sockets were full of blood. At the same time, he violently swung the Pure Yang Sword, like Jing Ke stabbing Qin, with the murderous intention of sacrificing his life for mercy, soaring into the sky, and stabbed Ye Fan with one sword.
However, in order to summon the ancient heroic spirit, Guang Lingzi has exhausted all his inner energy and his vitality has been severely damaged. The power he can now exert is only 20 to 30% of what he was at his peak.
There is no way he can be Ye Fan’s opponent!
Guang Lingzi actually knew this very well, but now, instead of dying in Ye Fan's hands, it is better to burn out the last brilliance at the last moment of life!
"Stab it!"
The refined sword light pierced the sky, extremely sharp,
However, facing the sword that gathered Guang Lingzi's lifelong skills, Ye Fan did not raise his head, waved his right palm fiercely, and said at the same time:
"Like an ant, die!"
With one palm strike, it is like a god, capable of erasing thousands of mountains and mountains from the world, and is invincible to anyone.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Guang Lingzi was blasted directly into the ground.
"Galala!"
Guang Lingzi's body was shattered inch by inch, like a smashed porcelain bottle, and the long sword in his hand also cracked, letting out a mournful cry.
This ancestor who lived for more than two thousand years died.
The dead can no longer die!
…
"The Supreme Elder!"
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect in the distance had tears in their eyes and were filled with grief and anger.
"Keng!"
"Keng!"
"Keng!"
The remaining disciples drew their swords one after another and pointed at Ye Fan from a distance. The sword energy was overflowing. Even if they knew they were defeated, they were not willing to die so quietly.
"The Yunhai Immortal Sect and the nine ancient sects have been entangled in grievances for tens of thousands of years. Today... let's fully understand them!"
"Only fire can wash away your sins!"
As he said this, Ye Fan had a thought in his mind.
"Crash!"
The Great Wilderness Divine Fire surged out, like a flood that broke a bank. It was unstoppable, ferocious and rapid, and instantly submerged the entire earth. That kind of terrifying impact was simply not something that ordinary monks could withstand.
In an instant, dozens of Zhenwu Dao Sect disciples were submerged in the sea of fire. They were burned to ashes before they even had time to scream.
The disciples who were further away, regardless of their grief and anger, sacrificed their most powerful spiritual weapons and displayed their most powerful magical powers, trying to withstand the raging fire that burned the sky and destroyed the world.
However, the Great Wilderness Divine Fire is too domineering and invincible. It contains the power of more than a dozen different fires, which is enough to burn everything in the world.
"Zizzizi!"
The harsh sounds kept coming, one after another, and never stopped.
The defensive treasures of those monks were all melted by the fire, and their bodies were burned to ashes, with not even bones or dregs left.
Not just ordinary disciples, but even the elder-level Tribulation-Transcending True Immortals are not immune.
Soon, the flames flooded the entire Zhenwu Dao Sect, the earth, and the mountains and rivers...
The mountains and rivers of the earth were melted by the flames and turned into magma, which slowly flowed, as if forming an ocean of flaming lava.
Even the sky was burned red.
The huge Zhenwu Dao Sect leaves no one alive.
Standing in the center of the sea of fire, Ye Fan was like the legendary God of Fire, burning all the sins in the world.
In the distance, the powerful men from other sects witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and their hearts were filled with huge waves, and they were horrified.
Ye Fan's majestic figure will always be engraved in the depths of their souls, and they will never forget it even if thousands of years pass.
Looking at Ye Fan standing in the middle of the sea of fire, a word appeared in their minds at the same time——
The myth of the world!
After this battle, the nine ancient sects were completely extinct. Looking at the ruins, I'm afraid I can't find Ye Fan's general!