1354: C1354 The War Demon God

C1354 The War Demon God

This palm contained the supreme Heavenly Dao, the Nirvana of the Heavens and Earth.

Yang Fann wasn't afraid at all. He raised his hand and faced this shocking palm strike.

Boom! The heaven and earth were imbalanced. It was clear and extinguished, and everything that entered his eyes was a purple light.

Blood flowed out from the corner of Yang Fann's mouth. His internal organs were shaken by the power of this palm strike. It had consumed too much of his energy. Even though his body was as strong as Yang Fann's, there were still some cracks on it.

"Yang Fann, I have no intention of becoming your enemy, but you should never have thought of using my Divine Earth Spirit Seizing Formation."

"Today, you will die!"

The Demon God said angrily. It was true that someone as powerful as him was also surprised that Yang Fann was able to withstand this palm strike.

"Have you ever thought that what you did back in the Divine Land would happen today?"

Yang Fann wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stuffed a large amount of healing pills into his mouth.

This battle had just begun.

"The winner is king and the loser is king. The rise and fall of the world are determined by the heavens. You have amazed me, but today will be the day of your death."

"Pah! You shameless old fart! If it weren't for your despicable and dirty tricks back then, your Divine Land would have been destroyed in the long river of history a long time ago."

"What are you shamelessly boasting about, Heaven's Will? Pah!"

The little firebird was so angry that it trembled. All the hair on its body stood up.

Yang Fann adjusted his Qi and exhaled the sulky feeling in his chest.

"It's useless to say more. Let's fight!"

Yang Fann stood in the air. The wind blew his clothes, making them flutter.

At this moment, he was the king of all lives, the king of hell in the Netherworld River. He charged straight at the Demon God.

The Demon God's true body had appeared, and it was a gigantic creature that stood in the darkness.

All he saw was Yang Fann's fist, causing sparks to appear. Even though it was as hard as the true form of the Demon God, it still left a white mark on Yang Fann's fist. It was obvious that it was hard to distinguish between the physical body and the real body.

"Roar!"

The demon god let out a wild roar that stirred up gusts of wild wind. The fierce wind carried a sharp blade that penetrated the Divine Sense of some cultivators of the Divine Land with low cultivation. They immediately died on the spot.

The demon god was worthy of being the strongest foundation of the Celestial Demon Stream. No one under the Fate Palace could withstand the attack of the divine soul.

However, Yang Fann was different. After all, he was able to fight thousands of enemies at the peak of the Star Gate. Furthermore, his divine soul had already been condensed to an incomparably powerful extent. It wouldn't be inferior to a Demon God.

"Soul Locking."

Yang Fann also shouted loudly. His sea of consciousness spread out and a chess board appeared.

His divine sense transformed into chains that flew towards the Demon God, attempting to lock it down.

He began to fight with the sharp blades that the Demon God's divine sense had transformed into.

A single battle broke through all things.

The two people who were constantly confronting each other in the air saw that the Fey God's true body was surrounded by a purple glow, and the purple glow was flashing with a dazzling golden light.

That was the appearance of divine sense. Once almighty beings from ancient times reached the appearance of divine sense, they would be able to push open the door of Dao Verification.

Demon Gods had existed for tens of millions of years, and they were unfathomable.

As for Yang Fann, his talent in Dao Comprehension was enough to make him look down upon the world.

This battle had destroyed the starry river and the void.

"With my body, I will condense the light of my demon race."

"With my bodies, I will condense the light of my demon race."

"With my numerous bodies, I will condense the light of my demon race."

...

As a voice rang out, more and more voices came from all directions, chanting scriptures.

The two people who sat cross-legged in the air and were fighting continuously chanted scriptures.

"Not good, this group of demons has activated the formation of demons' sacrificial ceremony. Yang Fann is in danger."

Little Firebird jumped up and down anxiously.

The purple light around the demon god's body was getting thicker and thicker, and it seemed like it was condensing into a fog.

Yang Fann could only feel that the iron chain was getting harder and harder to pull out. With the help of the purple fog, the demon god's body size increased by several times.

The range of the purple mist also increased along with the body size of the Demon God, enveloping the demons who were training in the void.

The exchange of blows was like a draw. In this array formation, the demons could be said to be invincible. The purple mist could increase the demon power of the demons, and the demon power was cultivated by the array formation and fed back to the demon gods.

The purple mist was endless and endless.

"Big brother, little Ling'er will help you."

In her sea of consciousness, Little Ling'er looked at Yang Fann, who was gradually becoming weaker and weaker. In an instant, she wanted to rush out of her sea of consciousness.

"Little Ling'er, don't worry. If you go out now, you might bring him an even greater challenge."

Xiaojiu held her hand.

"If he can't even pass this trial, how can he protect the people in the future?"

"After all, there are still many unknown and powerful taboos waiting for him in the future."

"This is merely the beginning of his path to greatness."

"Mhm." After hearing this, Little Ling'er solemnly nodded her head.

* Hong * Yang Fann's divine sense was unable to withstand the force and was struck down into the ruins. He smashed out a bottomless pit.

"Little Ling Er, don't worry. Trust me."

Yang Fann could clearly see the conversation between Little Ling Er and Xiaojiu through his divine sense. He crawled out of the pit and stuffed a large amount of pills into his mouth.

The wounds on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the injuries on his divine soul had only recovered to the fifth level. After all, the power of the grand formation of the Ten Thousand Fey Sacrificial Formation in his Life Palace was not weak. It had only appeared a few times since ancient times.

"I underestimated you. Such talent."

"If you are to be used by my Heavenly Demon Stream, I will help you at all costs."2

The Demon God hovered in the sky above Yang Fann. His eyes were filled with appreciation and appreciation for Yang Fann's talent. It was a pity that he was able to hold on for so long in this formation and had such healing ability. It would be a pity to kill him just like that.

"Are you willing to surrender?"

"Heh, surrender me? With your Heavenly Demon Stream?"

Yang Fann patted the dust off his body and cast a sidelong glance at the demon. The demon raised its head high up into the air, and it was emitting an aura of supremacy.

"If your Celestial Demon Stream wants to descend on me, I will shatter your world."

"If this heaven and earth restricts me, I will step on this heaven and break this earth."

"What can you do to me, Fey God?"

"What can the Celestial Demon Stream do to me?"

"What can this world do to me?"

"I am this world, this land, this will."

"Arrogant!"

" Opposing the divine earth, deserve death. "

"Beat him the f * ck up, beat this old monster who pretends to be cool to death."

Little Firebird's eyes were filled with disdain towards the Demon God.

"All demons listen to my orders. With my body, I order all of you to build a supreme Dao with your flesh and blood."

The Yao God flung his sleeves. A flash of regret flashed across his eyes, and what was left was endless coldness.

With the Yao God as the center, a bloody glow appeared in the purple mist.

One, two, three...

More and more Fey fell from the sky. Each time one fell, the bloody glow in the purple mist increased.

The falling demons' blood and qi were sucked dry, leaving only the skeleton. They could not die anymore.

Until the purple mist completely turned into a bloody mist, the bones on the ground were deep, and the heaven and earth became red.

The thick smell of blood made people nauseous.

"Ugh, I can't take it, I can't stand this Heavenly Demon Stream, it's really disgusting."

This was the blood sacrifice in the Ten Thousand Demons Sacrificial Rites. Using the flesh and blood of the demon as a sacrifice to the demon god's body. It was also the strongest killing move of the Celestial Demon Stream.

"Is this your final trump card?"

Yang Fann opened his Eye of Karma.

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