Ye Fan rotated the Yin Yang Holy Sword and beheaded the Holy Son of Zi Mansion to death. His head and consciousness turned into ashes, leaving only a headless corpse gushing blood.
The life of a generation of holy sons ended, and they might have become the supreme holy lord, but today they have reached the end of their lives and become the dust of history.
It can be predicted that there will be a great chaos in the near future. This is the first Holy Son to be killed in the Eastern Wasteland in recent years, and it will definitely cause a riot!
There is nothing unusual about the rotten wooden hammer. There are traces of insect bites on it, and it is almost rotten. It doesn't look like a weapon at all. No one will pick it up if it is thrown on the ground.
But it is such an inconspicuous broken wooden hammer that can emit chaotic light and crack the Yin and Yang Holy Sword. It is extremely powerful and has solved the troubles of the Holy Son of Zi Mansion many times.
Ye Fan held it in his hand and felt light and airy, like carrying a piece of firewood. It didn't weigh much and seemed to break with a little force.
"Boom"
He shook his finger hard, and the rotten wooden hammer made a hollow sound, like a hollow piece of rotten wood. However, no matter how hard he applied force, it could not be broken. The texture was very hard.
"Bang"
He held a broken wooden hammer and swung it out. With a slight "buzz" sound, a large black hole was dug into the void, and a ray of chaotic light shot in.
"What kind of treasure is this? It's much more powerful than the Yin Yang Sword!" Ye Fan was surprised.
"This must be a sacred object..." The big black dog came closer, its eyes widened, its big paws quickly reaching out, and its greedy habit recurred.
Ye Fan knew its habits and had been on guard against it. He raised his hand to block it and said: "Don't grab it randomly. Quickly lead the killing array and don't let anyone go."
At this time, the area was filled with blood and mud, the smell was pungent, and no one knew how many people had died. The scene was scary, as if they were in a slaughterhouse.
Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian and the others also came over. They looked at the rotten wooden hammer and marveled at it. It could emit chaotic light and was indestructible. It was called a divine object.
"The Holy Son of Purple Mansion is dead..."
Liu Kou and others felt that something was getting serious. This was the future owner of the Holy Land, and Ye Fan was chopped alive. If word spread, there would be a big earthquake in the entire Northern Territory.
"ah……"
The screams continued to be heard, and the ancient emperor's killing array was unparalleled in the world. It turned into a large tangible and material millstone, crushing the heaven and earth, and turning every life into meat paste.
"ah……"
No one can escape. The killing of the ancient formation is like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. A large number of people are killed every time. This is a veritable meat grinder.
Many powerful people, even if you are the eighth dragon transformer, or even a super expert at the peak, can't escape the destruction of the ancient emperor's formation pattern. The blood and mud are mixed with bones and dregs.
The bright red on the ground was mixed with pieces of pale bone fragments, which made people feel numb and miserable, and they dared not look directly at it.
In the cruel world of cultivators, once a war breaks out, there is no mercy. It is difficult to tell what is right and what is wrong. There is no right or wrong. There is only life and death and the law of the jungle.
Ye Fan walked forward, came to the headless body of the Purple Mansion Holy Son, and took off the big black gourd from his back. This was also a secret treasure.
Not to mention the gourd itself, the Tianyin Absolute Water contained in it is worth a fortune. This is the water of death, and can even dissolve the Holy Lord's body. No one dares to touch it.
"Hey, this rotten wooden hammer... looks a lot like the stopper of this big gourd!" Jiang Huairen's sharp eyes saw the abnormality at a glance.
Ye Fan stuffed the handle of the rotten wooden hammer in, and it fit tightly, just blocking the mouth of the gourd, and the hammer head and the mouth of the gourd became one.
"Good fortune, this is definitely a divine object. Even the plug can emit chaotic light. It's so terrifying. You can imagine this gourd!" The big black dog man stood up, with a fierce look in his eyes, and was ready to snatch it again.
"You damn dog, can't you be more responsible?" Ye Fan glanced at it.
Several people were shocked. This black gourd definitely had a great origin, and the stopper was so terrifying. The real body of the gourd could be imagined.
"Maybe the kid from Zifu just got this gourd, but he was really wasting it. He used the gourd plug to fight the enemy, not knowing its true value at all!" said the big black dog.
A few of them tinkered for a while, but they didn't discover the use of the black gourd. It was stronger than the magic iron, and even Ye Fan's golden fingers couldn't penetrate it.
"Although Tianyin Jueshui is extremely valuable, compared with the black gourd, it doesn't even count as a hair. It's really a waste to use it to hold it."
"ah……"
Screams continued one after another, and now there were not many people alive. They were all chopped into pulp, scarlet, miserable and bloody, and only a dozen people were left.
Ye Fan was very calm, there was no wave in his eyes, he watched all this quietly, he didn't take any action, once he made a decision, he was so determined.
"It's a pity that only two Holy Sons came in..." He was looking for the whereabouts of the Holy Son Wanchu.
Those who survive are not necessarily the most powerful ones. The Beginningless Killing Formation is incomplete and only a small part of it. In some places, the lethality is terrifying to the extreme, while in other areas it is relatively weak.
"There!"
There was a flash of light in Ye Fan's eyes, and he rushed over quickly and appeared in front of a pile of corpses. There was a bloody man there, his whole body was submerged in blood and water, motionless, extremely cold, and lifeless.
He was mixed with the blood and mud and buried underneath. If others couldn't sense it at all, they would definitely think it was a person who was already dead.
However, Ye Fan cultivated his divine eyes and could see at a glance that he was still alive, and that his life source was very strong, emitting a blazing light that had not been extinguished.
The Holy Son Wanchu was actually cheating his death, trying to escape this disaster, but he had no choice but to be forced into this situation.
Ye Fan rushed over like a ghost, silently, turning the Yin and Yang Holy Sword, turning into a wild dragon, slashing down, and the thick sword light connected with the dark clouds in the sky!
"brush!"
The Holy Son of Wanchu turned into a green light, rushed up like a light, and escaped. The earth was torn apart, and the black hole was bottomless!
"Brother Ye, we have some misunderstandings." Wanchu Holy Son opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Ye Fan activated Ji Zimi and turned the holy sword to slash forward, not giving him a chance at all.
"Zheng!"
This sword cut open the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the infinite stars gathered like a waterfall, thousands of them, a vast expanse of white, falling down.
The Holy Son of Wanchu changed his color. He felt the shocking sharpness of the sharp blade at his neck. The aura of death filled the air and he was invincible!
But in the Wushi Killing Formation, he had no way to escape. If he made a wrong step, both body and soul would be destroyed. He could only face the sword light as thick as a mountain.
Once the Secret of All Words is triggered, the combat power increases tenfold. This is a kind of destructive energy that can destroy everything. The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang is as bright as a sun.
"Bo!"
The palm of Wanchu's Holy Son was crystal clear, and blood burst out. He opened a miserable blood box, and the blood dyed the night sky red, like an ancient evil spirit that had resurrected and wanted to destroy all things.
Heavenly Demon Blood Box!
In the past, a celestial demon sacrificed his own demon-god blood for future generations to create a weapon with unparalleled lethality. The celestial demon's blood could destroy all opponents.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan's sword was so powerful that it collided with the blood light and knocked the Holy Son Wanchu away on the spot, causing him to cough up blood.
Once ten times the fighting power comes out, who in the world can compete with him at the same level?
This is equivalent to ten Holy Son-level figures working together to attack and kill the Holy Son of Wanchu. He had no way to dodge in the Wushi Killing Formation. Even though his methods were outrageous, he could not resist and suffered heavy losses immediately.
However, Ye Fan was also awestruck and stepped back. The Yin Yang Holy Sword in his hand was stained with demon blood, and the cracks on it expanded rapidly.
"Crack!"
The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang broke and was completely destroyed by the Sky Demon Blood Box.
Ye Fan's whole body bloomed with blazing golden light, blocking the demon god's blood from staining him. He took out a rotten wooden hammer and smashed it hard, scattering the endless blood light.
"We must seize the treasure box made by the legendary peerless demon!" From behind, the big black dog shouted loudly.
Ye Fan swung the rotten wooden hammer, and a terrifying chaotic light shot out, hitting the Holy Son Wanchu, carving a black hole in the void.
"boom"
The Sky Demon Blood Box is less than three inches long, but it contains an endless sea of blood. At this moment, it rushes out into boundless waves, almost submerging the whole world.
"Chi"
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to create a black hole, guided the endless sea of blood in, and shot out the divine light of chaos towards the Holy Son of Wanchu.
The two quickly started fighting, with the Wushi Killing Formation in action. The Holy Son of Wanchu was frightened every step he took, unable to concentrate.
"boom!"
Ye Fan once again successfully triggered Ji Zi Mi, and the rotten wooden hammer in his hand shone brightly, as if it was alive, shooting out a large piece of chaotic light.
This is a frightening and terrifying scene. The black night sky keeps collapsing, and a black hole appears. The Holy Son of Wanchu screams and blocks it with the Sky Demon Blood Box.
However, the tenfold increase in combat power was too terrifying, destroying everything. The entire sea of blood was evaporated, and everything was destroyed!
The Holy Son of Wanchu couldn't dodge in the Wushi Killing Formation, so he could only block it. With a "bang", he was swept away by the chaotic light, and his body cracked.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan used the Xing Zi Jue and rushed over like a ray of light. He attacked continuously in a short period of time with ten times the combat power, which was unparalleled.
"puff"
The Holy Son Wanchu spit out blood and was hit by the chaotic light again. Most of the bones in his body were broken. He shouted: "You can't..."
"boom!"
Ye Fan didn't give him a chance to continue, so his combat power surged tenfold, and the rotten wooden hammer shattered the void, knocking him away and almost turning him into a pulp.
"You..." Wanchu Holy Son coughed up blood.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to hold the Sky Demon Blood Box, the chaotic light imprisoned the endless sea of blood, and the two weapons stuck together.
At this time, the combat power triggered by Jiuzimi disappeared, but Wanchu Holy Son was at the end of his strength and struggled to contend.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan stretched out his big golden hand and struck forward, causing the destructive energy to vibrate.
"Crack"
The arm of the Holy Son Wanchu was broken, then his chest collapsed, and his body was marked by a big golden hand!
"puff!"
The flesh shell of the holy body is so powerful, like a golden millstone, the palms of the hands hit the body of the Holy Son Wanchu firmly, causing him to be torn into pieces on the spot.
The soul of the Holy Son Wanchu rushed out and wanted to escape. The small golden lake between Ye Fan's eyebrows transformed into a small golden cauldron, which rushed past and shattered it.
Another Holy Son of the Eastern Wasteland died, and the future Lord of Ten Thousand Chus was wiped out in this way. From then on, he became a cloud of history and ceased to exist.
Ye Fan killed two saints in one day, which was enough to shock the world. Killing so many strong men at the same time, killing them all and leaving meat on the ground would cause huge waves.
"Where is Yao Xi, where is Dayan Saint Son Xiang Yifei, they are also here..." He frowned slightly.