Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Swish swish——

The whistling sword energy kept flashing.

Every second, every moment, fresh lives come to an end. Their bodies are divided by sword energy and burned by flames.

In this hell on earth, no one can leave a whole body except that person.

Within the overwhelming bloody flames, there was an area of ​​100 meters in radius, and not a single bit of Shura Emperor Flame invaded it.

In the very center of this 100-meter radius, an old man in blood-colored clothes lay quietly, with a pool of blood dyeing the ground beneath him red.

In the storm raging around him, he was alone in this small corner of peace, as if he was isolated from the world and had passed away.

It's peaceful here, and it's lonely here.

Falling to the ground helplessly, even though his life has completely ended, he still stares at the dark and bloody sky above his head. This is the final fate of the third elder.

Don't bother, this is the last respect given to him by Fang Lin.

It has to be said that even Fang Lin still maintains respect for such a strong man. Maybe many people will think that since they respect him, why not let him live.

However, in Fang Lin's current world, letting him live is an outcome that has no chance at all.

If you let him go, he will no longer be the Shura Angel.

What's more, for the third elder, death is not necessarily a bad situation.

Living on his last breath, this was his understanding of himself. In the world of Tianjiao, once the light of the past was lost, every remaining day would be a torment.

At a certain moment, Fang Lin was running in the sea of ​​blood, and suddenly heard a voice not far away, "Everyone gathered here, we fought with him -"

"I can't believe that so many people can't stand up to him!"

"

Even if he is a god! Today, I, the Qingyun Sect, will also use the strength of the entire sect to kill the gods——"

The shocking momentum was rising in the raging blood flames!

Fang Lin's footsteps paused subconsciously, with a hint of undetectable sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Qingyun's ambition... It's really true that both innocence and childishness are equal..."

The next second, Fang Lin's figure disappeared again.

In the distance, a white light shield can be seen between the sky and the earth, which is constantly expanding and growing. The raging blood-colored flames are roaring and raging. This light shield is still growing vigorously!

Within the light barrier, disciples gathered one after another, sitting cross-legged on the ground with their eyes wide open.

On their bodies, there was a torrent of white energy, slowly rising into the sky along the Tianling Cap.

It is this torrent of energy that forms such a huge light barrier in front of us.

Although each of them is not very powerful, and is like an ant-like existence in Fang Lin's eyes, as the number of people increases, this light shield becomes more and more stable and becomes more and more grand.

A shield of light condensed all the hopes of these disciples, and what it carried was their desire for life.

Alone, no one can withstand the monstrous blood flames. Only by working together can we survive with a glimmer of hope!

But they never thought that this approach might indeed be able to withstand the bloody flames spreading outside, but they themselves would become the biggest among the many ants.

Just like now, these guys who don't know their importance are finally being

Fang Lin noticed it!

And the price for being noticed by Fang Lin is death!

At a certain moment, one disciple's eyes suddenly widened with a look of horror on his face, as if he had witnessed some unparalleled evil with his own eyes.

"He, he, he...he's coming!"

The sound of the voice immediately attracted everyone's attention. For a moment, the disciples all looked around in horror, and saw Fang Lin in front of him, covered in blood, standing quietly in front of the huge flying light shield.

The faint look of ridicule on Fang Lin's face looked extremely arrogant and violent.

"God-slaying? You guys who can't even kill an individual dare to shout the slogan of killing gods? Even if you use the strength of your entire sect, what can you do?" .??.

"Come! Please kill me, now!"

Arrogant, domineering and arrogant, this is arrogant and arrogant!

The disciples couldn't help but stared, "Devil! Don't be too presumptuous! There are so many of us, I don't believe that we can't defeat you! You are only one person!"

Ah!

Fang Lin smiled lightly, his disdain reaching its peak at this moment.

The next second, Fang Lin quietly pulled out the Shura Holy Sword.

"Enough with the nonsense, you can go and die. Are you all ready?"

The corners of Fang Lin's mouth curved up, and the Holy Sword of Shura in his hand was stretched forward little by little until Fang Lin's arm was completely straightened. A bloody sword energy quietly emerged along the tip of the sword, bit by bit, moving towards The light mask in front of him pierced through.

The speed of the sword energy was really slow, so slow that all the disciples could clearly see the coming of the sword energy.

But it was under such gaze that the emotions of panic and despair were gradually restored.

The ground fermented to the brink of collapse, and before the sword energy could reach the light shield completely, a disciple broke down and cried out.

"Damn it! Help! You damn devil! You must go to hell!"

"Don't yell! This sword energy is not strong. He has reached the end of his strength. We can definitely do it!"

"Fuck you, Qiannumo, we are dead! Help -"

…

Crying, screaming, chaos!

As for Fang Lin, the faint interest in his eyes completely disappeared under such crying.

Fang Lin turned around indifferently and walked towards the distance step by step. An even greater sword energy roared towards the distance.

The blood flames and thunder seemed to have lost all their shackles, and they began to fight like galloping horses.

Behind him, in front of the huge light shield that was as grand as a super fortress, there was a bloody sword light, which suddenly accelerated.

boom--

The moment the sword energy arrived, the exaggerated bloody torrent completely liberated the roaring Zhengrong and completely submerged the huge light shield.

The whistling sword energy penetrated thousands of meters and rushed out of the valley here. The mountains in the distance were directly blasted into a huge hole. Through this hole, you can even clearly see the other side. The bloody sky on one side.

And the submerged white light shield completely disappeared in such a bloody torrent.

Disappeared together with those desperate hysterical cries, as well as those living lives.

Death merged into a long and tragic song, playing a distant and resentful swan song in the long history of Qingyun Sect.

Qingyun Sect, it’s over.