Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

I don't know why in my heart, but I feel ashamed and want to worship.

The Sword of Immortal Execution shook wildly, and the brilliance of the innate sword on the sword shone, and was completely aroused. It even broke free from Ye Fan's hand and floated in front of Ye Fan, as if protecting him.

"Huh? What is hidden in the black mist? It will make Zhuxian Sword feel like an enemy?"

The fairy sword has a spirit and has the function of automatically protecting the master.

Seeing the violent reaction of Zhu Xianjian, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel his blood boil, and he became fully alert.

As long as there is a slight change, the Xuanhuang mother energy will be infused into the Zhuxian sword again.

Whether it's the demon tide of the Zou family, or in the Styx River, or after entering the Yaoshen Mountain, although the Jade Immortal Sword buzzes and vibrates, it has never been so vigilant as it is now, automatically protecting the master.

The abnormal reaction of Zhu Xianjian indicated that there were terrifying creatures hidden in the black mist ahead.

"break!"

Ye Fan swirled his palms, pinched the sword formula, and ordered in a deep voice.

The Immortal Execution Sword immediately became more dazzling with its innate sword art, and its full power was stimulated.

The terrifying coercion of the kendo, the crazy cohesion, and the kendo will of the fairy sword are almost condensed into substance.

The Xuanhuang Mother Qi danced crazily, strands intertwined and intertwined, condensed and covered the Zhuxian Sword, shining with golden light.

The Wanzhang Immortal Execution Sword, with its flickering sword glow, envelops the immortal sword, making it all illusory, as if it does not exist.

Ye Fan raised his head slowly with his right hand, held the Zhuxian sword, roared, and slashed in the air.

"Boom!"

There was a thunder-like shocking sound, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the sword light swept all directions. Suddenly, the mountains shook and the ground shook, and an aura of destruction swept out.

The ground shook violently, crackling, and cracks like spider webs soon spread out.

These cracks soon became cracks, the earth split into chasms, and finally became unfathomably deep, reaching the abyss of the underworld.

The crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, deafening, lingering throughout the world for a long time.

The sword's light crossed the sky like a horse, and the Wanzhang Zhuxian Sword clinging to the black and yellow maternal spirit actually froze in mid-air, clanging but could not be suppressed.

Ye Fan's hands holding the sword, the tiger's mouth shattered, and golden sand-like blood flowed from the sky, staining the hilt of the sword.

For Ye Fan, this little injury was nothing at all, the wood spirit was running, and the sky instantly recovered.

Although Zhu Xianjian failed to cut down, the black mist was washed away under the sharp sword energy.

The scene under the black mist came into view, making Ye Fan gasp.

It was a palace full of copper rust, the palace was as majestic as a mountain, and I don't know how deadly it was.

The rusty palace is covered with copper rust, exuding a decaying atmosphere.

Looking up, I can't see how high the palace is, as if the palace reaches the Pleiade of the sky like a sky-high building.

On the palace, densely covered with traces of swords, guns, swords and halberds, the bronze palace is riddled with holes, telling the past!

Chapter 1411 Haotian Palace, Mysterious Girl!

The rusty palace has a dark portal, and there is peeling copper rust on the portal, but the runes engraved on it can be vaguely seen. Those runes are ancient and mysterious, exuding the vicissitudes of life.

Even though Ye Fan was well-informed, he couldn't recognize the specific meaning of those runes.

On the rusty portal, dense black air is entwined, sealing the portal like a chain.

Those chains looked as thin as a hair from a distance, but in reality each of those chains was as thick as a millstone.

Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought, staring at the dusty plaque hanging quietly above the palace gate.

There are two words engraved on the plaque, but Ye Fan can't understand it at all.

It is said to be two words, but it is actually more like a rune.

But in that rune, there was an indescribable aura faintly exuding.

That smell is holy, Hongda.

It was an aura belonging to the immortal way, but there was a trace of the aura of the divine way in it.

In ancient times, the Three Realms had not yet been divided, the emperor ruled the world, and humans, immortals and gods lived together.

Therefore, those characters can be called divine patterns, or fairy patterns.

This kind of writing has long since declined with the Lich War, and no one knows it even now in Xianmen.

Because after the Lich War, there is still a great catastrophe of conferring the gods.

The Great Tribulation of Conferring the Gods is the division of the Three Realms, the fall of the Emperor, and the Son of Heaven in the world.

Since then, the human race has completely declined.

However, for some reason, Ye Fan stared at the two simple and vicissitudes of life for a long time, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

There is actually a vague memory in my mind, gradually unraveling the meaning of these two words.

Those two words can be understood as Haotian.

At the end of the black mist is a heavenly palace.