Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

In the mortal world, he is an old man with a strong heart and a firm mind.

At this moment, his head was deeply attached to the void, and sweat seeped into his clothes.

Even if the person who came was the ancestor, there was an excitement in his heart that his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled.

But facing the staring eyes of the real immortal, Zou Qingyang was still in awe and fear.

It took a long time before that figure looked away, and Zou Qingyang was freed from the terrifying coercion just now, and almost fell down.

The figure shifted its eyes to Ye Fan and the others, with its left hand behind its back, its right hand slowly raised, and a finger pointed at Ye Fan and Di Junyang soul.

Di Junyang soul sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and didn't even have the thought of struggling and resisting.

In vain, I am not even a fairy now, how can I face a living real fairy?

However, Ye Fan squinted his eyes, neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes were ancient and calm, and he looked at the real fairy.

At this moment, Zhu Xianjian went berserk without Ye Fan's order.

The aura that erupted was even several times stronger than Ye Fan's full strength before.

Zhu Xianjian was angry, but also excited!

As if he hadn't drank blood for many years, the dusty long sword was eager to try, intending to kill immortals!

Even so, Ye Fan also felt the suffocating coercion coming from a distance.

Chapter 1492 Purple Sun, Ten Phantoms!

Facing the gaze of the real fairy, Ye Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason.

An illusion that no matter what method he uses, he will always be doomed and die.

Even if you are very powerful during the tribulation period, you will be powerless in the face of real immortals.

There is only one realm difference between the two, to be precise, there is even only half a realm gap.

However, the debt owes to mortals after all, and the latter is a fairy.

There is a chasm-like gap between humans and immortals.

It seemed that everything was settled, Zou Qingyang knelt on the ground with a face full of fear, however, the joy of getting what he wanted was born in his eyes, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

The ancestor of the Celestial Immortal came back, and from now on, the Zou family will have an immortal in charge.

It is no longer a family of yin and yang that can be generalized, but a real fairy gate.

Even if you kill the remnant soul of the Haotian God and take control of the incomplete Haotian Palace, it's no longer a problem.

Unfortunately, just when Zou Qingyang thought that the overall situation was settled and the dust settled.

Zhuxian Sword clanged and flew out from Ye Fan's side, bursting into the sky with shocking sword light.

The light of the sword pierced through the sky, shattering the coercion emanating from the true immortal.

Then, all the innate sword patterns lit up, wrapped in a terrifying power, and the piercing sword intent swept across like a tide, causing the world to roar.

At this moment, the black mist is no longer there, and the darkness recedes, as if the sun is rising from the east.

The light is not the golden glow of dawn, but the purple sun.

The ten rounds of purple suns bloomed with precious light, and the finger pointed out by the real immortal Zou family disappeared silently under the ten rounds of purple sun.

Di Junyang was stunned, and Zou Qingyang and Zou Wenmiao were also in a daze.

Even the real immortal of the Zou family couldn't help looking up at the sky, staring at the ten rounds of purple sun.

Ye Fan could see clearly that it was not the real sun, but ten stars!

Behind every purple star, there is a figure bigger than the star.

The figure pierced the sky and the earth, wearing a robe, extremely majestic.

That is a power even more terrifying than that of a true immortal.

The figures behind the ten stars all have different looks.

They are the former ten masters of Zhuxian Sword!

Ten days and the same sky, purple stars like the sun dispelled the black mist of the [-] demon mountains in the whole world.

The scenes from the age of ancient mythology seem to recreate the present through time and space.

But this time, there was no scene of descendants shooting the sun.

Among the past ten masters of Zhuxian Sword, the strongest one is naturally Master Tongtian.

The other nine figures are not weaker than the true immortal patriarch of the Zou family, they are just standing there.

Even the aura that emanates can press down on the sky, as if the Buzhou Mountains are covering the top of the head, so that everyone present can't breathe.

Dijun Yanghun finally couldn't bear the weakness of his knees, and fell to his knees with a common sound.

After all, even in his heyday, he was the ancient emperor of heaven, controlling the power of heaven and earth, and coercing all races, but he still had to be courteous when he met the leader of the Tongtian sect.

Now he is only a wisp of remnant soul, facing not only the phantom of Tongtian Sect Master, but also the phantom of nine real immortals, even if he kneels down, it is not shameful.

Ye Fan looked at the Zhuxian sword that was back in his hand and restrained its light, and then looked at the Zou Family True Immortal who was besieged by ten phantoms above the Styx River.