The strong men of the Demon Spirit Clan and the strong men of the Canglan Ancient Realm did not agree on each other, and quickly started a battle between soldiers and generals.
It was not until this moment that the powerful men of the Canglan Ancient World suddenly discovered that the Demon Spirit Clan, which had been suppressed under the Demon Suppressing Cave for millions of years, had unknowingly accumulated such powerful power.
In addition to the Holy King whose strength is unfathomable, there are actually two strong men whose strength has reached the peak of nothingness.
Call themselves King Ya and King Ji.
The Sword God Emperor and Wu Emperor did their part and stopped King Ya and King Ji respectively.
And Lin Fan naturally wanted to gnaw on the hardest bone - the Holy King!
"Boy, look at you. You are bloodier and more evil than us Demon Spirit Clan, hahaha! You actually found such a high-sounding reason for yourself to launch a war against us. It is simply ridiculous! You are better than those sanctimonious bald men.
Donkey, it's even more disgusting!" The billowing black mist around the Holy King kept rolling, filling the air, invading large areas of space, and the sound was insubstantial, coming in waves.
Lin Fan had a sea of blood on his head and his eyes were red.
It looks like a demon that came out of the Nine Netherworld.
"Holy King, I am different from you!"
Lin Fan's sword intent surrounded him, and the aura was fierce and vast: "Although I kill people, I still retain a bottom line as a human being, and you, your Demon Spirit Clan, can no longer be called humans. You are an evil race with no bottom line.
, the Demon Suppressing Cave is not your destination, complete destruction is the end you deserve!"
Originally, Lin Fan had no grudges against the Demon Spirit Clan. Even when Lin Fan was trapped in the Spirit Mountain, the reason why he was able to escape smoothly was, to a certain extent, thanks to the Demon Spirit Clan.
It was the restraint of the Demon Spirit Clan that gave Lin Fan and others the chance to escape.
If the Demon Spirit Clan was only targeting the powerful people in Lingshan, Lin Fan might not interfere.
But as soon as they got out of trouble, a bloody massacre swept through the entire spiritual realm.
No matter they were high-level monks, low-level rookies, or even many ordinary people with no cultivation at all, they all died tragically at their hands.
Although Lin Fan was not a person who cared about the world, the behavior of the Demon Spirit Clan still made him angry.
Moreover, if we sit idly by and wait for the Demon Spirit Clan to recuperate and expand their power, there is no guarantee that they will not extend their tentacles to the Martial Realm and the Endless Heaven Realm.
This battle is both to eliminate demons and to protect ourselves.
Lin Fan was determined, so how could he be affected by the Holy King's few words.
"Hahaha! Stop talking nonsense and let me take a look at what kind of characters will appear in the Canglan ancient world millions of years later!"
The Holy King's tone was extremely cold and full of evil aura.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hands forward at the same time.
Suddenly, two masses of black mist rolled out.
Like two black dragons, rolling and roaring, they rushed towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed forward with his sword.
The bloody sword light tore through the space and slashed down.
The two groups of black mist were instantly wiped out.
However, Lin Fan frowned and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Illusion?"
The next moment, Lin Fan swung his sword again.
"Bang!"
There was a soft sound, as if something had burst.
But in front of Lin Fan, the two groups of black mist suddenly reappeared.
It is indeed a fantasy!
If Lin Fan hadn't figured it out, he would have suffered a loss by now.
He held the sword in one hand and stabbed straight with the sword.
The sword light shot through the air and easily destroyed the black mist.
But the feeling of being shrouded in crisis in Lin Fan's heart still did not disappear.
He reacted instantly: "Is it still an illusion?"
Lin Fan made a fist with his left hand and punched out violently.
A huge fist seal shattered the void and at the same time shattered the illusion.
At this moment, the two masses of black mist had already attacked Lin Fan.
Lin Fan suddenly sheathed his sword and then swept out.
"Bang bang!"
Two muffled sounds in succession.
The two black fogs were directly smashed by the demon's ferocious power, turning into countless black light spots, floating in the air.
the other side.
When the Holy King saw Lin Fan smashing two illusions one after another, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.
However, deep in those eyes, there is still an imperceptible coldness.
How can it be so simple for me to take action!
The illusion is not twofold, but threefold!
Lin Fan only shattered the first two levels, but the deepest, weirdest, and most realistic third level of illusion still enveloped Lin Fan!
Everything he saw at this moment was what the Holy King wanted him to see.
The real killing move is hidden behind these illusions!
"But that's it..."
Seeing that Lin Fan was still unaware, the Holy King immediately sneered, raised his right hand, and bent his fingers.
Above his palm, black mist rolled in and condensed into an extremely dark short knife.
Then, the Holy King flicked his right hand.
With a slight whistling sound, the short knife instantly pierced the void and directly pierced Lin Fan's eyebrows.
At the same time, the killer move hidden in the illusion, two masses of black mist came from behind Lin Fan, hitting him right in the back!
Both killing moves were successful.
In the eyes of the Holy King, Lin Fan had no way out.
However, just when he turned around and prepared to deal with the Sword God Emperor and the Martial Emperor, his heart suddenly trembled.
A feeling of palpitations came over me, like the crashing waves, extremely strong.
The Holy King didn't have time to think too much. He immediately thought and his whole person turned into a black mist, misty and uncertain.
This is the acquired magical power that the Demon Spirit Tribe has acquired under the Demon Suppressing Cave for countless years.
Can be immune to attacks to a large extent.
Although the Holy King didn't know where the feeling of heart palpitations came from, with his level of cultivation, he would never have such a feeling for no reason. There must be dangers that even he was not aware of.
next moment.
A giant sword with a ferocious shape and a blood-red blade suddenly slashed out of the void.
A blood-red sword light flashed away.
The giant sword struck the black mist transformed by the Holy King with the force of thunder.
"I have the magical power Black Mist Incarnation, so I am invincible. You..."
Before the Holy King finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.
Severe pain came, and the feeling that the body was being torn apart was like a tide, coming in crazily.
"laugh!"
A soft sound.
The black mist seemed to be boiling, rolling around wildly for a few times, and then suddenly retracted.
The Holy King recovered his true form and fell backward suddenly.
At the same time, there was another arm that broke away from his body and flew away.
Where the arm was broken, blood spurted out wildly.
"How is it possible! How is it possible! My incarnation of black mist, how could you hurt my body!!!" The Holy King looked at Lin Fan with a ferocious face, and spoke angrily.
Lin Fan sneered: "It's ridiculous that such a trivial means is used as a trump card by you. It seems that after being trapped in the Demon Suppression Cave for these years, you Demon Spirit Clan has not grown in strength, but you have become a pitiful person sitting in a well watching the sky."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan rushed out with his sword in hand.
Seeing this, the Holy King's eyelids twitched suddenly.
The method he was so proud of was ineffective in front of Lin Fan. How could he fight?
How could the Holy King know the wonderful use of divine consciousness?
Lin Fan just struck a sword. It seemed simple, but there was spiritual consciousness attached to the sword's edge.
In front of the divine consciousness, the black mist incarnation of the Holy King is just a joke.
There is no other way, it seems, the only way is to take the last way!
The Holy King narrowed his eyes slightly, with madness flashing in his eyes.