Long Aotian sensed the danger and tried to break free, but the Five Elements Demon-Trapping Formation tightly bound his movements, preventing him from escaping.
Having fought Lin Fan twice, he knew that the bronze sword was not a spiritual treasure, but an ancient divine weapon, whose power was even greater than that of the Evil Dragon Relic.
"Since that's the case, then no one should have an easy time!" Long Aotian roared angrily, and a large amount of black mist condensed from between his eyebrows, slowly changing into a black curse character.
Lin Fan released his fingers, and the Zhuxian Sword shot out like a sharp arrow. A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered and merged into the sword, creating a dazzling light as it rubbed against the ice valley.
At the same time, the curse word rushed towards Lin Fan, but when it met the Zhuxian Sword, it did not collide as expected, but instead grazed each other.
The evil dragon relic released a vast ocean of demonic energy, which condensed into a black sphere, resembling a sun burning with black flames, blocking the attack with supreme power.
With a loud bang, the Immortal Execution Sword struck the black sphere. The two forces collided, generating violent lightning that fell to the ground in bursts.
The world was dark and gloomy, sometimes with dazzling sword light that illuminated the icy valley, and sometimes with complete darkness that seemed to devour the heavens and earth.
This ancient divine weapon exudes boundless ferocity. Its sword light cleaves through chaos, its momentum unstoppable, resembling a scene of creation and destruction, fiercely and domineeringly annihilating the black sphere.
The Zhuxian Sword pierced through Long Aotian's head like a meteor. The Evil Dragon Relic hummed and trembled incessantly, developing numerous cracks and leaking out countless streams of malevolent energy, which dissipated into the world.
In the clash between the divine weapon Zhuxian Sword and the demonic dragon relic, the dragon relic was ultimately defeated, and Zhuxian Sword emerged victorious.
Long Aotian screamed in agony, spitting out blood continuously. A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, his spiritual energy dissipated, and his soul was shattered.
His eyes gradually lost their color, and he felt extremely unwilling. He couldn't understand where he was inferior to Lin Fan, and how he could lose.
If I could do it all over again, perhaps I would have followed Master Fengxi's advice and not provoked Lin Fan. I would have focused on cultivation and waited until my realm and strength increased before I naturally gained status and resources.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." He also regretted sacrificing his master in pursuit of his goals, but there is no medicine for regret in this world.
His eyes slowly closed, and his consciousness gradually faded away.
Lin Fan remained motionless. The sword strike he had just unleashed had drained his strength, leaving him somewhat exhausted. He watched as the cursed character rushed towards him, seemingly transcending time and space, making it impossible to dodge.
"Senior Brother Lin, be careful!" Murong Xuanqiu rushed over, spreading his arms to shield him with his body.
"Smack!"
Lin Fan raised his leg and kicked her, sending her flying. Luckily, she almost succeeded.
The curse words entered Lin Fan's body but did not cause any actual harm.
Wu Qiankun broke free from the stone wall and saw that Long Aotian had been pierced through by the Zhuxian Sword. His eyes widened in fury.
He ran madly toward Long Aotian, an ancient demonic mark faintly visible between his brows.
The overwhelming pressure spread, and his surge broke through the shackles in an instant, advancing him to the Nascent Soul stage.
The pressure from the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator arrived, causing the Ice Valley to shake violently. The five sisters changed their formation, forming a defensive array, desperately resisting the pressure from the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Upon seeing this, Wu Qiankun's face turned icy, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. He let out a cold snort and released even stronger pressure.
The five sisters gritted their teeth and persevered, but the power of the Nascent Soul stage was too strong, far exceeding their ability to withstand it. The array shattered, and they suffered a backlash, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground.
Wu Qiankun moved incredibly fast, leaving only faint afterimages in the air. He picked up Long Aotian and saw his aura vanish and his soul dissipate. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared in fury, "Lin Fan, I'm going to kill you!"
A vast pressure from the Nascent Soul stage descended, imprisoning the space, accompanied by a sword aura as red as a blood moon.
Buzz
The Qingxiao Sect's killing formation released countless sword energies, blocking Wu Qiankun's attack. Sect Leader Zhao Kuo and Leng Xingyue stepped forward and stood in front of Wu Qiankun, neutralizing his Nascent Soul stage pressure.
They defeated the demon with unexpected ease, without the bloody battle they had imagined. They were even prepared to perish together as long as they could eliminate the demon.
However, the demons grew weaker over time, and eventually, the powerful enemy at the Nascent Soul stage fell from his realm, which surprised and delighted the two. They quickly annihilated the souls of all the demons and won the victory.
Faced with Wu Qiankun's imposing aura, the three forces clashed, instantly changing the color of the sky and the wind and clouds, and sparks of lightning flew out.
"You want to stop me?" Wu Qiankun said coldly.
His voice was devoid of emotion, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred.
The presence of Zhao Kuo and Leng Xingyue indicated the end of another battlefield. As for the life or death of the seventeen demons, he cared nothing for them.
They're nothing but useless trash; they can't even handle two people. Their existence is a waste of demonic resources.
"Hehe, if you were the Crimson Blood Demon Lord back then, we wouldn't even be a finger of yours. It's a pity you haven't truly awakened yet. Your Nascent Soul stage is not enough to make us back down!" Zhao Kuo said calmly.
Wu Qiankun's power was immense, making the two of them wary. After all, he was a renowned ancient demonic master, and they weren't confident they could handle him if he went berserk.
Lin Fan's situation was not good. Wu Qiankun waved his sleeve and secretly slashed several sword energies at him.
Leng Xingyue formed a hand seal, creating a barrier above Lin Fan that blocked the sword energy and caused ripples to spread.
Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Wu Qiankun realized that he would not be able to kill Lin Fan today.
At this moment, using forbidden secret techniques to prematurely awaken the power of my past life comes at a considerable price, and I need to find a safe place to meditate and stabilize it.
The three confronted each other, neither giving an inch, and the standoff continued.
Leng Xingyue drew the glass sword, its blade wreathed in azure spiritual energy, her divine sense spinning rapidly.
She was keeping a close eye on Wu Qiankun, ready to strike immediately if he made any move, even at the cost of serious injury.
Seeing her actions and understanding her thoughts, Wu Qiankun did not make another move.
Let Lin Fan live a little longer. As long as I recover my Supreme cultivation, I can return to the Azure Cloud Sect and take his head.
"Senior Brother, are you alright?" The five sisters came over, their faces filled with worry. They had witnessed what had just happened, and although they didn't know what methods Long Aotian had used, they had to be on guard.
Murong Xuanqiu followed, her eyes filled with worry. She had forgiven him for being kicked earlier.
However, Lin Fan kept his head down, and a powerful aura was brewing within him, as oppressive as a volcano about to erupt.
"Senior Brother!"
Seeing that Lin Fan remained silent, they were worried about him and came over one after another.
Suddenly, an unusually dense demonic energy erupted from Lin Fan's body, surging and churning like rivers and lakes.
The sisters were the first to be hit and were blasted away by the powerful force.
The Crimson Blood Demon Horse suddenly appeared, arriving at Murong Xuanqiu's side like lightning and carrying her on its back.
At the same time, it quickly changed position, biting Chu Yunying's clothes and tossing her onto its back.
"And my senior and junior sisters!" Chu Yunying said weakly, pointing to the four sisters who had fallen in the snow.
The Crimson Blood Demon Horse grew larger and moved with the speed of the wind, taking the four sisters with it.
However, it distanced itself and escaped to the entrance of the ice valley in the blink of an eye, its eyes fixed warily on Lin Fan.
Thick black mist erupted from his eyes, his aura was very strong, and although his cultivation level had not improved, his presence was even more dangerous.
The Immortal Execution Sword returned and merged into his sea of consciousness.
Upon noticing Lin Fan's change, Zhao Kuo and Leng Xingyue's expressions changed drastically; this was the beginning of his demonic transformation!
"The demonic heart has been fully formed! Hahaha..." Wu Qiankun laughed wildly, never expecting that Lin Fan would actually become a demon and completely fall into the demonic path.
"Zhao Kuo, Leng Xingyue, your most valued disciple has fallen into the demonic path. What should we do now?"
He sneered, noticing the demonic energy within his body rapidly dissipating. His eyes changed drastically; it was the effect of the Demon-Dissolving Powder.
Wu Qiankun was once the supreme ruler of the demonic path in his previous life. He immediately recognized that it was the reason for the Demon Transformation Powder. No wonder the demonic path was defeated and killed by the two without a scratch.
The demons whose demonic energy has been dispelled by the Demon-Dissolving Powder are no different from lambs to the slaughter.
He didn't linger any longer, holding Long Aotian, and prepared to leave.
However, energy fluctuations appeared in the sky, and the space was imprisoned, making it impossible to leave.
"This is a treasured space?" His face was extremely ugly. It turned out that all of this was part of Lin Fan's plan. He had placed the treasure in the Ice Valley in advance and merged it with the Ice Valley space.
The Qingxiao Sect's formation was hidden inside, so when the powerful demonic cultivators set up their formations, they didn't notice anything unusual, and their formations would also malfunction.
Finally, he threw the Demon-Transforming Powder into the Ice Valley. As long as a powerful demonic cultivator appeared, they would be trapped like turtles in a jar, powerless to fight back.
Wu Qiankun glanced at Lin Fan. What a terrifying cunning! He had set up numerous traps, intending to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
He took out a boundary-breaking talisman, activated his demonic energy, and left.
Sect leader Zhao Kuo and Leng Xingyue did not intervene, as they were unsure of their own strength in the face of a demon lord reincarnation whose power was unknown.
The demonic energy that Lin Fan unleashed was like a vast ocean. At this moment, his killing intent was strong, and his eyes were deep and sinister.
"Fan'er, you did very well. Now leave the rest to your master!" Leng Xingyue came to his side and said softly.
Lin Fan sensed someone approaching and immediately unleashed a sword aura that slashed out. The sword aura was surging with spiritual power, fierce and domineering.
Leng Xingyue was one step ahead, extending her slender, white hand, as white as alabaster, and touching his brow.
A powerful divine sense surged into his sea of consciousness, forcing him into a deep sleep.
"Junior Sister Leng, Lin Fan has actually cultivated a demonic heart. How did this happen?" Zhao Kuo asked with a grim face. This was a serious matter.
"I'm sorry, Sect Leader, this is my fault. If it weren't for me, Fan'er wouldn't be like this!" Leng Xingyue said apologetically.
"I will give the sect an explanation and will not let Fan'er fall into the demonic path."
She held Lin Fan in her arms, glanced at the Crimson Blood Demon Horse, and then fled into the distance, giving Zhao Kuo no chance to object.
Zhao Kuo sighed, slightly raised his hand, and the formation of the Ice Valley floated over. He put the formation back in, deciding to return to the sect to make a decision on this matter.
Murong Xuanqiu patted Jueying, and it began to stroll back.
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