Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Otherwise, no one knows what unforeseen things will happen.

Knowing that Shaoyang Taoist priest will take a lot of hands and feet to kill the evil spirits.

However, there are so many demons here, not just one or two.

Back then, Shaoyang came to Yaoshen Mountain with like-minded monks.

I don't know the situation here, but I just want to kill demons and evil spirits with my passion.

However, it attracted evil spirits to besiege.

That time, their entire army was almost wiped out, and only a handful of three escaped from the encirclement in desperation.

Decades passed in a blink of an eye, and in the team of hundreds of people, only Daoist Shaoyang was left alone.

Ye Fan didn't seem to notice Daoist Shaoyang's eyes, and reached out to stroke the Zhuxian sword beside him.

The Immortal Execution Sword flickered with a faint light, and the innate sword patterns flowed, as if it had come to life.

It not only has infinite power, but also symbolizes the majesty of the Master Tongtian, and the brilliance seems to tell the supreme demeanor of the former master.

Just focus on the spiritual power, and you can inspire terrifying and boundless power.

Gods and demons of the heavens are all ants in front of him, and they can be killed.

Feeling the slight vibration of Zhu Xianjian, the sound of joy came.

Ye Fan murmured in a low voice: "It seems that I think highly of them."

Daoist Shaoyang froze for a moment, then looked anxious, winking at him crazily as if convulsed.

He even stretched out a finger in front of his mouth, signaling him to keep quiet.

"You really are here!"

"Hurry up and open the door, I have something important to discuss."

The knock on the door suddenly became hasty, like a drumbeat, and the wooden door was crumbling.

In Zhao Hongyi's voice, there was a hint of impatience.

Daoist Shaoyang knew it was too late, he sighed deeply, with a look of despair appearing on his face.

On the pale face of Priest Qianhe, cold sweat continued to flow, as if someone had poured cold water on his head.

"The treasure of chaos, something once owned by the leader of Tongtian, should not be dusted in my hands."

"Yaoshen Mountain is nothing more than Dijun's corpse, so there's nothing scary about it."

As he spoke, Ye Fan had already got up with the Zhu Xian sword and walked towards the door.

"Unless the living Emperor Jun stands in front of me, otherwise, why should I be afraid?"

Standing at the door, his left hand was already on the bolt, ready to open the door.

Zhulong and Yinglong stood quietly behind him, one on the left and one on the right, their bodies slowly shining with light.

The whole room was suddenly shrouded in clouds and mist, and the red brilliance was blazing.

The wooden door creaked and was slowly opened by Ye Fan.

The black mist poured in instantly, accompanied by the howling wind, wrapped in a bone-piercing chill.

Zhao Hongyi stood at the door, his eyes gleaming with blood, his face was undisguisedly ferocious, and he stared at Ye Fan with burning eyes.

The four eyes met, and Ye Fan also looked at him with a smile, but this smile was a bit malicious.

The black mist surged, as if it had life, and instantly entangled Qianhe and Shaoyang.

Like a chain, but also like a swamp, with a biting chill, imprisoning the two of them.

The black mist actively avoided Ye Fan, as well as Zhulong and Yinglong, as if they were picking soft persimmons.

"Did you sleep well?" Zhao Hongyi smiled sinisterly, but his voice was devoid of any emotion, and his face was full of bloodthirsty and greed.

"It's okay!" Ye Fan paced out of the room, and the innate sword pattern on the Zhu Xian sword swam like a tadpole: "Zhao Lizhang can give us a place to rest, Ye is very grateful, but I have an unfeeling feeling." Please, I want to borrow something from you."

"Oh?" Zhao Hongyi's voice was hoarse and sharp, in short it was very complicated, with black lines climbing like earthworms on his face, and black mist surging behind him, slowly condensing, and said with a smile: "But it's okay to say."

"Yeah." Ye Fan nodded, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider: "I'll borrow your life."

Swish!

The Immortal Execution Sword cut through the sky, tore through the air, roared with the sound of space shattering, and broke through the black mist.

Pfft!

Zhao Hongyi's neck was like butter, without any barrier, it was cut open by Zhu Xianjian.

The old head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times on the ground.

The wrinkled face was full of horror, astonishment and bewilderment, as if he hadn't expected this ending.

Chapter 1468 The Demon Nest Detonates, Cleaning Begins!

Bang!

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and together with the complex-looking head, it turned into black smoke.