Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

"With so many demon lords, no wonder they dared to lure me here!"

Wei Fan looked at all the demon lords whose auras were connected in the distance. Even though he shot and killed a five-color demon bull and seriously injured another demon lord, there were still sixteen powerful demon lords with peak combat power.

With such a lineup and a large formation, if he didn't have other trump cards, even the Seven-Colored Golden Body Nine Forging would have to suffer.

The auras of the sixteen demon lords were linked together under the effect of the Ten Thousand Demons Formation. The strong aura made the sky and the earth change color, the clouds cracked, and the earth seemed to be shrouded in doomsday.

This time was different from the battle at Yingchou Cliff. Although that time also faced more than twenty masters of the same level, more than twenty martial masters in the Divine Realm fought on their own and did not form a large formation.

"Then let's upgrade the golden body to perfection!"

Wei Fan glanced at the panel:

[Golden Body·Eight Forgings (100%)]

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[Ordinary Power: 270,000 Years]

[Golden Body Power: 410 Years]

After shooting the Five-Colored Demon Bull Demon Lord, his golden body power was enough to complete the ninth forging of the golden body. The panel began to flash as he thought.

"You are all elites of the demon clan. I will kill you all today. I wonder if those demon kings will go crazy!"

On the opposite side, a group of demon lords, led by the Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect, the Little Lion King and the Little Ape King, approached the mountaintop where Wei Fan was like a bright ball of light. Every demon lord's face was filled with cold murderous intent.

"You still want to kill us?"

The Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect felt funny. Wei Fan was indeed very strong, otherwise the Black Crane Sect would not have taken the lead in organizing so many top demon lords to kill Wei Fan. But if Wei Fan could kill them all in this situation, then they would really be trash.

Wei Fan's confidence was only the divine bow. Now that they had prepared top-level martial arts armor and formed a ten thousand demon formation, the divine bow was no longer a threat.

Wei Fan could not kill them all, and even breaking the ten thousand demon formation would be a great thing.

"Let him see the power of the ten thousand demon formation!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect shouted coldly, and all the power of the demon lords surged and passed to him. He slapped his palm through the air, and in an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Boom!

The unimaginable power passed through the air and fell on Wei Fan.

Before the power came to hit, the mountain under Wei Fan's feet had been cracked by the power fluctuations, turning into powder and flowing to several sides.

The strong aura fluctuations almost distorted the golden light on his body.

Wei Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and used the Huanyue body method to soar into the sky.

He could only avoid the joint attack of the sixteen demon lords and dared not resist it head-on.

Rumble...

The mountains below shook, a terrifying crack spread out for several kilometers, and a large amount of groundwater gushed out.

"He's too fast, use your willpower to suppress his speed!" The little ape king shouted!

They formed a group of demon lords into a ten thousand demon formation. Their strength became stronger, but they also lost their flexibility. No matter how strong they were, it was useless if they couldn't hit Wei Fan.

The eyebrows of all demon lords shone with light, and a terrifying will swept across all directions like a storm. In an instant, Wei Fan seemed to be pressed by several mountains, and his heartbeat became slow.

"Now that you have no speed, let's see how you escape!"

The Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect slashed at Wei Fan again, like a wind sweeping away the clouds, the mountains trembled, and countless trees rose from the ground.

"Let you be arrogant for a while, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

Wei Fan was shocked, and a dazzling golden light burst out, as if there was an extra sun in the sky.

A seven-color halo hung behind him, emitting a supreme aura.

[Golden Body·Nine Forging (100%)]

[Normal Power: 270,000 Years]

[Golden Body Power: 10 Years]

The ninth forging of the golden body finally ended, and he reached the perfection of the Martial Lord realm. For a moment, the boiling power emanated from his body, faintly competing with the sixteen demon lords on the opposite side!

A terrifying light shone from Xuanhe Zong's eyes: "Golden Body Nine Forging!"

How long has it been!

Ever since He Jiuling and Niu Dingtian were killed by Wei Fan in a battle, Xuanhe Zong has been preparing to kill Wei Fan. They just prepared, and Wei Fan has already forged the golden body nine times.

If it is delayed for a while, will Wei Fan become a Martial King directly?

He also has a seven-color golden body, but with the huge amount of resources of Xuanhe Zong, it has only taken nearly a hundred years to forge the golden body eight times.

With the same seven-color golden body, Wei Fan's evilness is so shocking that even he is shocked.

"Even in the outside world, this kind of talent is impressive."

Most people don't know that there is a world outside the wasteland, but as the Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect, how could he not know the situation outside the wasteland.

Strictly speaking, Wei Fan is not yet 19 years old.

It is rare to see a golden body nine forging before the age of 19 in the outside world, let alone in the wasteland.

What's more terrifying is that this guy is still a wild martial master, and he has not joined any forces. If he is a disciple of the Holy Sect, he may have become a martial king.

"Don't hold back, kill him at all costs!"

The eyes of the Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect became colder and colder, and even he was shocked by Wei Fan's evil.

The little lion king was also full of horror: "Quickly, please bring out the king's weapon!"

This time, they not only gathered a group of the strongest demon masters, but also asked for a demon king weapon from the Black Crane Sect. Originally, they did not plan to use the king's weapon, but just as a backup. If some demon master killed Wei Fan and used the king's weapon, it would be shameful for everyone.

But now Wei Fan's evilness has frightened them, and all the face has been thrown out of their minds. They just want to kill Wei Fan as soon as possible.

Behind the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect, a demon lord took off a huge box from behind and handed it to the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect. Inside was the Wang Bing they invited.

"Wang-level magic weapon? If you want to use this thing to kill me, you must have a chance to use it!"

Wei Fan had never seen a Wang Bing, and he didn't know how powerful this weapon was, so he immediately planned to strike first.

As he thought about it, the Wang Zhong in his body glowed slightly, isolating all the will power imposed on him, and all the pressure disappeared in an instant.

"Kill!"

He let out a low roar, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He didn't want to give the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect the opportunity to use the Wang Bing.

His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

"He disappeared!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect was about to open the box containing Wang Bing, but his hands trembled involuntarily, and Wei Fan disappeared right under his nose.

"He came in!"

"How did he get in!"

"Be careful!"

"What kind of flame is this?"

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The next moment, a chaotic scream came into the ears of the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect.

He knew that Wei Fan had rushed into the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, because he had already felt the terrifying fluctuations coming from behind him, and even saw Wei Fan slashing in the Ten Thousand Demons Formation in his mind, like an invincible god of war, with terrifying flames coming out of his hands. Every time he chopped down, a demon lord was instantly burned to ashes by the terrifying flames.

He wanted to turn around and kill Wei Fan, but he was the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, connected to the aura of all the demon lords. At this moment, all the demon lords were in chaos, and their power was shaking wildly, which also caused a backlash on him.

"The shape follows the mind. This is the legendary shape follows the mind. Only when the soul reaches a certain level of magical power can it be mastered. It can ignore any obstacles at a short distance and appear anywhere it wants to appear!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect trembled all over, half of it was shock, and the other half was the backlash of the Ten Thousand Demons Formation.

"How could he master this ability? The demon saint ancestors of my Xuanhe Sect did not master such means!"

He gritted his teeth and cut off his connection with the Ten Thousand Demons Formation. If he continued, even if he was not killed by Wei Fan, he would be seriously injured by the backlash.

"This is the shape follows the mind. Everyone, let the power of will boil up, which can limit his ability to a certain extent!"

After forcibly cutting off the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about it and shouted to remind other demon lords.

The shape follows the mind. To put it bluntly, it is still a use of the power of will. Only by interfering with Wei Fan's mind and letting Wei Fan fully exert his power of will can his ability be limited.

In an instant, all the demon lords glowed from their brows, and their will power swept around them like a storm.

Puff puff puff...

The collision of their will power made an invisible sound of confrontation in the void, distorting the void.

However, Wei Fan was not affected at all. His figure flashed and disappeared from sight. When he appeared again, he burned a demon lord to ashes in one battle.

"It's useless, everyone run away!"

A demon lord had blood dripping from his brows and roared back.

The consequence of the crazy shock of will power was almost equivalent to that all of them were indiscriminately attacking their companions. It did not limit Wei Fan's ability to follow his heart, but instead made them kill each other and fight.

The demon lords with poor soul cultivation even had cracks on their souls, and were about to be killed by the will power of their companions.

"How could his soul not be affected by the will power of so many demon lords!"

The face of the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect was full of disbelief. This method was left by the demon saint.

He didn't know that it wasn't that Wei Fan was unaffected, but that Wei Fan had used the Human King Bell to isolate the will and power of all the demon lords, which could not affect the power of his will at all!

"Leave your life!"

Wei Fan raised his palms slightly and directly used the most terrifying Sun True Fire Palm. No matter who he faced, he would directly chop it down with one palm. All the demon lords were like ants under the Sun True Fire Palm.

A ball of fire exploded under one palm, and then nothing was left. Even the high-level martial arts divine weapons were swept into a ball of molten iron by the terrifying Sun True Fire Palm and fell from the void.

The screams of demon lords were everywhere. Only they could understand the fear of watching a master as strong as themselves being instantly beaten and burned to ashes.

"Damn it, use the king's soldiers quickly and kill this damn beast!"

The little lion king and the little ape king were so angry that their eyes were red. Except for the demon lords of the Xuanhe Sect, most of the masters who came this time were capable generals under their demon king father.

But Wei Fan had killed seven or eight demon lords, and the Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect had not yet taken out the royal weapon.