Although this phoenix is just an illusion, the divine beast's pressure cannot be faked.
The demon lord was about to say something more, but was stunned by this scene. Luo Jianqing gave him a calm look, and his hungry body trembled, his feet felt light, and he could no longer speak.
Then, another clear dragon roar rang out from Luo Jianqing's body, and a golden dragon swirled out, its overwhelming pressure suddenly like the sea, pressing down on all the venerables. Facing such bloodline pressure, the human race was relatively well-behaved and did not lose their composure too much, but many demon venerables were overwhelmed by this continuous dragon and phoenix pressure.
The demon lord who had just spoken even knelt on one knee, nearly hitting his head against the ground. Of the remaining demon lords, except for Elder Du Jue Tian, who was still leaning on his dragon-headed cane and looking at Luo Jianqing with an icy gaze, the rest were in a state of disarray.
Luo Jianqing glanced at them calmly, his lips moved slightly, and he said lightly: "One is missing."
The voice was too soft, but Du Juetian Lao heard it, which made his eyes narrow. He took out the white Qilin horn and poured powerful demonic power into it, and transformed it into a snow-white Qilin.
The massive Qilin roared and charged towards Luo Jianqing. A golden dragon and a fire phoenix quickly leaped out of its body and engaged the snow-white Qilin in a fierce battle. Seeing this, Du Juetian's expression changed drastically. With a flick of his wrist, a mountain descended upon Luo Jianqing.
This time, Luo Jianqing finally moved!
He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword in front of him, and the surging spiritual power poured into it. A green sword light shot straight into the sky and split the giant mountain in half, which made Du Jue Tianlao look horrified.
Amidst the dazzling azure sword light, a faint golden hue lingered. The Xuanling Sword was stained with streaks of glaring blood, which slowly melted into Luo Jianqing's spiritual energy, into his tiger's mouth, cracked by the giant mountain and the unicorn, into his blood, and slowly flowed to his brow, brightening the crimson cinnabar mole even more vividly.
A complicated look flashed across Du Juetian Lao's face. He quickly transformed into another mountain, which was then shattered by Luo Jianqing again.
Huge mountains appeared in front of Luo Jianqing, and all he had to do was the simplest: raise his sword and chop straight down.
The Xuanling Sword split these mountains again and again. When Luo Jianqing finally chopped them apart and really walked in front of Du Juetianlao, the latter's lips were already bleeding and his face was pale and lifeless, while the former's palms were only cracked and bleeding, and the blood dyed the cold Xuanling Sword red.
Luo Jianqing raised his sword and pointed it in front of Du Jue Tianlao. He said calmly, "At this moment, I will not kill you."
Du Juetian's eyes widened: "You!"
“…I’ll kill them.”
The next moment, Luo Jianqing transformed into a streak of light and suddenly appeared in front of a nearby Earth-level Early Stage Demon Lord. The Demon Lord hadn't anticipated Luo Jianqing's sudden appearance. He instinctively transformed into his original form, flapping his wings and lunging towards Luo Jianqing, but a cyan sword beam struck him from between his brows.
The demon lord stared at Luo Jianqing with his eyes wide open, and then his body was suddenly split in half, and the demon pill in his heart also shattered into two.
One encounter, death!
Ghost Flame Patriarch watched this scene in panic, desperately trying to escape. They were all frantically rushing to escape the Phoenix Fire. Needless to say, they had already realized: Luo Jianqing had successfully achieved Nirvana! He might have already broken through to the Mahayana stage, or even the Spiritualization stage!
However, there was no point in escaping, as this was destined to be a crushing massacre.
A year ago, in the white mist of the Mengsha River, 124 elite members of the Bai family tried their best to escape, but in the end they could only die silently under a ray of green sword light, and their bodies were fed to the monsters and fish in the river.
What has changed between then and now?
In fact, there was no change at all. The only change was that everyone present had a cultivation level of Mahayana or above. There was no longer a hypocrite like Bai Ji who was arrogant and conceited just because he had a little talent.
Luo Jianqing struck with a single blow of his sword, and a demon lord fell from the demon clan. From the third to the eleventh sea lord, Du Jue Tianlao chased after Luo Jianqing, furious and desperate to stop him, but in the end, he could only watch as the demon lords died before him one by one.
This scene left all the powerful cultivators stunned. They tried to escape, but were trapped by the Phoenix Fire. They could only watch as Luo Jianqing slew the demon lords one by one. Some even whispered in relief, "Could it be that Luo Jianqing still has a conscience, not killing fellow cultivators but only the demon beasts?"
The next moment, the elder of the Broken Soul Sect who had spoken separated his head and could no longer utter a word.
Blood flowed across the ground where the sycamore tree stood. Corpses fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar. First, the Demon Lord, then the human race. The Broken Soul Sect, the Bai Family, the Yun Family, the Cang Family... and all the independent cultivators!
In just one stick of incense, only one old man, Du Jue Tian, who was almost going crazy, was left among the demons, and only one old man, Du Jue Tian, was left among the humans.
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