Lin Fan faced the five supreme demonic beings alone, without the slightest hesitation.
"Lin Fan, do you think you can face all five of us alone?" Long Aotian said coldly.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the other four suddenly launched an attack, charging towards Lin Fan with their strongest power.
Lin Fan stood atop Ten Thousand Swords Peak, surrounded by crisscrossing sword energy and surging wind and thunder, as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation he had set up began to show its power.
This formation is said to have originated from the ancient chaos, and with a single sword strike, all laws can be broken.
Today, he faces the five great demon lords of the demonic path, whose cultivation is unfathomable. Long Aotian wields the Evil Dragon Relic, and its power is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.
"Kill." The four Demon Lords stood atop the black clouds, their eyes like torches, their voices carrying an undeniable domineering aura.
The evil dragon relic in Long Aotian's hand shimmered with a ghostly green light, as if it could devour all light.
Lin Fan's expression was serious. With a thought, he activated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation instantly. Ten thousand swords rang out, transforming into a rain of swords that swept towards Long Aotian and the four Demon Lords.
Seeing this, the four demon lords each unleashed their ultimate skills. Black wind, raging flames, ice, and poisonous mist intertwined to create an apocalyptic scene, colliding with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. It seemed that only destruction and rebirth remained in the world.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was incredibly powerful; each sword strike contained the laws of heaven and earth, gradually suppressing the rampant demonic energy.
Upon seeing this, Long Aotian roared, and the Evil Dragon Relic suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, transforming into a giant evil dragon that charged straight towards the core of the sword formation.
Seeing this, the powerful figures from Zhongzhou attacked the other demons. They couldn't help with Lin Fan's battlefield, but they still had the power to clear out the lesser demons.
This battle was crucial to the survival of the cultivation world. Lin Fan resolutely activated all his spiritual power, merging it with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, transforming it into a dazzling sword light, and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the evil dragon.
Between heaven and earth, sword light and dragon shadows intertwined, the roar was deafening, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sun and moon lost their light.
In this thrilling duel, Lin Fan gradually gained the upper hand thanks to his indomitable will and the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Finally, with a deafening roar, the evil dragon was cleaved in two by a single sword strike. Long Aotian was severely injured. He swung the Immortal Execution Sword through Long Aotian's heart, but the latter was reduced to a puppet, scattered on the ground.
"Haha, Lin Fan, the victor is always me!" The puppet uttered its last words and then fell silent.
Upon seeing this, Lin Fan's pupils contracted slightly, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
"System, where exactly is Long Aotian?" he asked.
"The other party has concealed their presence, and their location cannot be determined," the system said.
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan immediately released the Nine Cauldrons, which grew several times larger and enveloped Chu Yunying.
Chu Yunying noticed his situation but did not take any precautions, letting him put it away.
Lin Fan put away the Seven Star Sky-Stepping Diagram, intending to take Chu Yunying back to the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The four demon lords followed closely, launching a frenzied attack.
Without moving a step, Lin Fan's mind stirred, and the four divine swords instantly transformed into streams of light, circling around him. The sword formation was initially formed, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to tremble.
Lin Fan moved like lightning, weaving through the sword formation. Each sword strike was accompanied by thunder and lightning, distorting the space around him.
The four Demon Lords also displayed their supernatural powers, their demonic energy surging, and they fought Lin Fan to a standstill.
The black flames of the Sun-Devouring Demon Lord collided with the sword light, sparking a sky full of sparks.
The Black Demon Lord's giant axe clashed with the Dawnbreaker Sword, causing the void to tremble.
The dragon breath of the evil dragon lord intertwined with the Soul-Devouring Sword, conjuring countless ghostly figures.
The demonic aura of the Heavenly Fiend Lord clashed with the Demon-Suppressing Sword, and the world seemed to be filled only with endless slaughter and destruction.
The battle intensified, and Lin Fan gradually gained the upper hand by relying on the profound mysteries of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Lin Fan roared, and the giant sword, carrying earth-shattering power, hurtled towards the four demon lords.
Wherever the sword light passed, space shattered, demonic energy dissipated, and the four demon lords were all severely injured by this attack.
Seeing the Demon Lord relentlessly pursuing him, Lin Fan's eyes turned cold. He used his bare hands to shake the Demon Lord's evil demonic artifact. His hair flew wildly, and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation cleaved through the void. Accompanied by a large amount of chaotic energy, it appeared like a giant blade descending from the sky.
The four demon lords were terrified. They recognized the Immortal Execution Sword, an ancient divine weapon that had killed even powerful figures of their caliber.
The peerless divine weapon that had disappeared for countless millennia and struck fear into the hearts of demons suddenly appeared in Lin Fan's hands. Although he was still at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, his physical body, divine sense, and primordial spirit had all been cultivated to perfection.
At this moment, his combat power was no less than that of the Great Emperor or the Demon Lord. They hurriedly set up their defenses, and a vast amount of demonic energy roared out, forming a huge black sphere to create an absolute defense.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was indestructible and shone brightly. The sword light tore through their defenses, and chaotic energy splashed everywhere. The Demon Lord was severely injured and flew backward, spitting blood.
Lin Fan swiftly traversed the void, covering tens of thousands of miles in an instant. He saw demonic energy soaring into the sky from the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, with powerful demonic cultivators launching a frenzied attack. Strengths of demonic energy shot into the sky, slicing down several stars.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures returned to the Ten Thousand Mountains. The Daoist lineages within a radius of ten thousand miles were all razed to the ground by the demonic cultivators, countless powerful figures perished, and the lineages were destroyed.
Lin Fan rushed to the Tiger Clan. Looking at the corpses of powerful figures from various clans scattered across the land, his mind was in turmoil.
A white tiger lay dead in front of the Tiger King's Palace. It was only the size of a palm, and its body was stained with blood, its fur red.
"Xiaobai!" Lin Fan hugged her in his arms, his voice trembling slightly. He looked up and scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, only to see a familiar figure.
She lay quietly on the ground, a sharp sword piercing her heart, her hands gripping the hilt tightly; the posture suggested suicide.
In the Ten Thousand Mountains, all the powerful magical beast races were slaughtered, none of them survived.
Lin Fan ran over, his hand trembling slightly. Just as he was about to touch her, he pulled back, turned around and took two steps back, as if he didn't want to see this.
Chu Yunying was already sobbing uncontrollably, strands of silver hair fluttering in the wind, her slender and delicate body swaying precariously.
Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot and red. He reached out again, about to touch her face, but then withdrew in fear.
He opened his mouth slightly, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he trembled, unable to speak.
She gently held Murong Xuanqiu in her arms; he had already lost his warmth. Her pretty face showed no fear or despair, only determination and fearlessness.
His breathing became disordered, his blood and qi surged, he wanted to roar, but could only let out low whimpers.
Perhaps when he was reborn, he saw the ending, the cause and effect, and knew that what he had done could not be changed.
No matter how indifferent or nonchalant he usually is, recent events are gradually breaking him down.
On the scorched earth, the demon-binding rope was broken into several pieces, the emperor's armor was shattered, and the substitute doll had also turned to ashes...
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