Chapter 327 (1/2)
What intrigued Lin Fan was not the Demon Ancestor and others, but the mysterious old men who had a smooth aura and had not said anything from the beginning to the end.
He was only watching and looking away.
The fall of each strong man was revealed to his eyes.
Awesome!
There were several who were more terrifying than the Demon Ancestor.
Even the name was domineering. There was a great rush of demonic flames that shook the ground and were aligned with the sky.
Lin Fan condensed the immortal treasures in his left hand and mystic arts in his right hand. These guys weren't simple. He then closed his eyes and messed up a wave on the line. It didn't matter what he did; the fight was on.
The requirements weren't high. He just needed to kill three or four of the powerful people. Then, they would explode out of their crotch and make him satisfied.
Suddenly, the world shook.
Brilliant light and countless different mystic arts attributes collided with each other, forming extremely strong friction.
The Demon Ancestor's robe shook, and his mystic art was dense all over his body. He performed the High-Great Mystic Art of the Demon Sect, and a pitch-black light wrapped around his body, just like a black magic dragon roaring.
”GO TO HELL!”
When the mystic art was gathered to its ultimate, the Demon Ancestor struck out brazenly, without the slightest intention to hold back.
The Heavenly Corpse Old Demon roared, and the coffin under his feet emitted intense corporeal qi. The corporeal qi was like communicating the source of decay, coalescing between his fingers and pointing out a finger, also targeting Lin Fan.
The other several powerful people were all looking at Lin Fan, waiting.
Several extreme powers converged to one point, forming a mighty power that was enough to tear the heavens. If an ordinary True Stage faced such an attack, he would definitely be torn into pieces.
”Good timing.”
Lin Fan let out a long sigh. He grew to such a point without realizing it and offended so many demon cultivators and powerful demon. It was something that he wouldn't have dared to imagine in the past, yet even so, he was undaunted despite the strain.
He moved and punched. The trajectory of each punch was difficult to fathom. However, as he punched, a subtle aura coalesced, coming from this situation of having to exercise the strongest mystic art.
An inexplicable, unusual and difficult to perceive feeling surged to the heart.
His fist quietly struck into the void without movement, not even a trace of fluctuation.
Then another fist blasted away.
There was no imagined sense of explosion.
When mortals saw this, they wouldn't be afraid to laugh. What kind of fist did you throw? How did it feel soft and not as strong as my three-year-old child's fight?
However, for the Demon Ancestor and others, this was not the case.
”Be careful,” He reminded the crowd.
Just now, he felt a terrifying qi penetrate the void and then disappear. It was inscrutable but real.
Just in a flash…
A stronger than one fist intent penetrated, colliding with their mystic arts and forming a terrifying impact.
In the distance, the Old Dragon Goddess' face showed astonishment.
‘What a powerful kid.’
If she wasn't mistaken, this was the technique of cultivating the High-Great Mystic Art to the highest level and comprehending Dao. Any High-Great Mystic Art was a Dao because it wasn't something you could create just by thinking about it. Some of them had mysterious origins, and only when they were cultivated to the highest level could they touch the edge of the ‘Dao'.
That was a more terrifying existence than the Immortal Dao Laws.
Even Heavenly Pride might not be able to comprehend it. Only those who could comprehend it was unique in the world.
Demon Ancestor and others who performed Mystic Arts were crushed.
For the Demon Ancestor, he was bombarded by an unstoppable force. He sacrificed his Dao Artifact to resist, and his face fiercely changed, as if a mountain range had ruthlessly crashed into himꟷThe qi and blood in his body boiled, and his mystic art was in chaos. He retreated several steps and performed the power displacement technique, transferring all the power he endured to a distant place.
BOOM!
The rolling mountain range in the distance annihilated and disappeared in the world.
Steeply.
A sense of crisis surged to the forefront of his mind.
Lin Fan swung the Golden Gourd toward the side, and a mysterious great power performed a terrifying power.
The great hand that covered the sky violently collided with the Golden Gourd. With a click, the hand shattered, but the force that was transmitted also poured into Lin Fan's body, shaking his body. His body moved, and his body qi boiled.
The Ancestral Dragon's Body wasn't that simple, shattering all this force.
Many powerful people showed their amazement. They didn't expect this kid's strength to be so terrifying. Even with the help of immortal treasures, it was impossible to support them to such a point with their union.
The situation faced by the snake and Ao Wudi wasn't much easier than Lin Fan's and even more stressful. They didn't have immortal treasures or Dao Artifact and relied entirely on their own strength.
If they didn't have strong mystic art, they might have been defeated in this situation.
The snake spewed poisonous fire, making Dao Artifact poisonous by the poisonous fire and suffering serious damage. Once the cultivator touches the poisonous fire, the qi shield would be eroded and burned the flesh.
By that time, if they wanted to extinguish it, it would be much more difficult.
Ao Wudi, as the Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Clan with noble bloodline and terrifying power, didn't panic at all in the face of the siege of the Dao Artifacts. His fist blast away, colliding with the Dao Artifacts, causing the Dao Artifacts to fall.
”If there weren't so many little guys like you, I would have blown you away.”
”Ah~tui, l despise you guys.”
Although Ao Wudi mouth said this but he cursed in his heart, it was too ruthless. People nowadays were too ruthless. He had been uncontested with the world for a long time. On weekdays, he was squatting over the Ancient Immortal Holy Sect, doing nothing.
Was that unfriendly?
Fortunately, it wasn't as if he hadn't improved in the past thousand years. With the help of the Ancient Immortal Holy Sect's qi, he cultivated more dominantly than before. Even more, he had great qi, and he felt that he wouldn't die here.
Suddenly, in the distant world, an old man with cold eyes witnessed all this. The emptiness in front of him slightly trembled as if he was condensing some big killing move.
Ao Wudi was sensitive to a crisis.