Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Beside him stood a little girl carved in pink and jade, innocent and innocent.

"True Monarch, that is Nascent Soul cultivator, soaring through the sky, soaring through the nine heavens, every move contains the rules of the Dao, like a god, the battle of the True Monarch will definitely destroy the world and destroy the world, and the lives will be burnt!"

The old man rubbed the little girl's head, and said kindly: "Such a battle that astonishes history has never happened in thousands of years."

The strong Nascent Soul is no longer in the category of mortals. He has a respected status and can control a country.

These people ignore the world of mortals and only care about cultivation, and they will only act when the country is in danger of destroying the country.

They won't fight easily with each other, and both sides have scruples.

But, in this era, there are very few Nascent Soul True Monarchs, who can be counted with two slaps.

The Martial Dao Yuanying has not been born in a thousand years, and only the Martial Dao Zhenjun dares to act unscrupulously.

Because, as we all know, Martial Dao Zhenjun is not afraid of cause and effect, and is not bound by the rules of heaven and earth.

That is a chic path of cultivation, but also a difficult path of cultivation.

Except for Ye Fan, the rest of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in this era, no matter whether they are Xuanxiu or evil cultivators, they dare not start a war lightly.

Because they are all afraid of cause and effect, and are bound by the rules of heaven and earth.

Chapter 1158

When the old man explained to the little girl, above the sky, the golden sun was like the sun, and the black mist was still there. In the eyes of everyone, it rose higher and higher, as if it was level with the moon.

It gives people the illusion of going to the moon in the nine heavens!

Of course, Yuanying Zhenjun is not strong enough to break the void and cross the galaxy.

"Ye Fan, you are a martial sage of Kyushu, and I am the evil god of Nanyang. Between each other, if you enter the water without violating the river, why do you destroy my sect and kill my disciple?"

The old man in black robe stepped on the sky, standing proudly in the thousands of meters of void, his spirit swept like a tide, exuding anger.

"Huh, since you are the evil god of Nanyang, why did you let you sit down as a disciple and go to my Kyushu to cause trouble? Three thousand virgins, boys and girls, sacrifice to you in place, who gave you the courage?"

Ye Fan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he asked in a cold voice.

"You want to fight against me just because of those irrelevant ants? Don't you know that the battle between you and me will destroy the world and destroy the world, and burn all lives?"

The old man in black robe couldn't believe it and screamed.

Like him, the existence standing at the pinnacle of the world, in his eyes, everything is just an ant, and it is not worth his heart at all.

As for the charred creatures, he didn't want to fight on his own territory, so that there would be fewer people who would sit down and provide the power of faith.

Therefore, it was hard for him to imagine that a true master of martial arts would break into the main altar of the Witch Blood Sect with three thousand young children, wanting to start a war with him.

"Everyone in my Kyushu is like a dragon, and everyone is precious. Three thousand young children are the hope for the future. If you dare to be the first grader of junior high school, why can't I be the fifteenth grader and cut off your source of belief?"

Ye Fan stood proudly in the sky, and said calmly.

The black-robed old man laughed back angrily: "What an arrogant tone, you are the only one worthy of cutting off my source of belief? I am here as the avatar of the evil god, and today I will show you the real power of a god!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man in black robe grabbed the air with his skinny right hand.

"Boom!"

The air of evil spirits in the world turned and gathered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant palm with a thousand feet. The giant palm contained the poison of fire evil, and with a violent wind, it pushed towards Ye Fan horizontally.

Before Huo Sha's giant palm arrived, the terrifying heat poison corroded the air.

True Monarch Yuanying, no matter which way he cultivates, he can move the power of heaven and earth with every move of his hand, and the power of one palm is enough to destroy mountains.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Ye Fan just snorted coldly, and didn't notice the palm at all.

With a wave of the palm, the sky and the earth roared, and spiritual power swept over the sky and the earth, extremely majestic.

While the spiritual power was churning, a bright golden palm fell from the nine heavens.

Buddha's Palm!

Feeling the majestic spiritual power, the black-robed old man's breathing was stagnant, and he was surprised: "He just entered the Nascent Soul, how could his spiritual power be so majestic?"

The old man in black can naturally feel Ye Fan's realm. Ye Fan has only just entered the Nascent Soul, but his spiritual power is comparable to his. How can he not be surprised?

"Oh!"

The palm of the Tathagata slammed on Huo Sha's giant palm with a crackling sound, emitting thick green smoke. The Huo Sha's giant palm suddenly shattered in the inconceivable eyes of the black-robed old man, and brilliant waves of light bloomed in the void.

The mortal martial arts are so amazing in Ye Fan's hands, easily crushing his Huosha poisonous palm?

The black-robed old man's heart was turbulent, and he had to know that the opponent's cultivation base was two small realms lower than his own!

Martial Dao Zhenjun is so terrifying, physically invincible, and possesses the will of martial arts in his hands, which is enough to crush the powerhouses of the same level.

"You are fine, I will let you know who is the number one Nascent Soul today."

The black-robed old man's eyes flickered with a cold green light, and his mood was extremely solemn, knowing that he had encountered a formidable enemy.

However, he was afraid in his heart, but he couldn't lose his momentum on the surface.

"A lot of nonsense."

Ye Fan snorted softly, grabbed it in the air, and endless blood flowed out from his palm.