Honghuang: God-level entries, starting from refining the demon-slaying sword

That is the transformation of the Three Pure Ones into one!

Xuan Du has been under Laozi for so many years, and has barely mastered the basics. He can create an avatar and keep it for a long time, but even so, he dare not say that he can fully master and learn it!

It can't even be used against the enemy.

And what about Raymond Lam?

In just a thousand years, he had learned and fully mastered this magical secret technique that no one had ever learned before!

With such talent, not to mention among the human race, even in the entire prehistoric world, he is probably the strongest one, no doubt about it!

"This talent, this method of dealing with the enemy..."

"No wonder the ancestor asked him to come to Kunlun!"

"Unfortunately, Master is unwilling to get involved in matters of the Great Tribulation, so it's impossible for him to be accepted as a disciple..."

Xuan Du let out a silent sigh.

He not only felt sorry for Lin Feng, but also felt helpless for his own master.

At this moment, even he felt a surge of worry.

Should I go to my master and ask for mercy? Perhaps... everything can still be changed?

But before Xuan Du could set off, a terrifying hurricane suddenly rose in the mountains and forests, sweeping across the earth, even affecting Kunlun Mountain.

"kindness?"

Lin Feng's expression moved slightly, and he retracted the demon-slaying sword he had extended. He looked at the wild bull in front of him with a little fear.

In his hands.

There is a talisman emitting a faint golden light.

In the golden light, there is a condensed aura of Taoism as deep and unfathomable as the sea, which is powerful and pulling the hurricane, like a big hand, stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds.

That is no longer the power of a Golden Immortal, but more like an external manifestation of supernatural powers.

"Daluo Jinxian?"

"Is this Fei Lian's method?"

Lin Feng's face was filled with horror, and at this moment he truly felt the threat of death!

"Young man, you have many opportunities, but it's a pity that your realm is too low!"

"Do you really think you can rival my demon clan with those innate magic weapons in your hands? What a joke!"

The barbarian bull stood firm and shouted angrily.

This fight made him a little angry.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation as today, being suppressed by Lin Feng in just a few moves? The Luobao Gold Coin was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Who would use it to hit others casually?

no way!

In order to ensure that Lin Feng died here, he could only use the talisman given to him by Fei Lian to kill him completely!

How can a mere human genius resist the power of the demon race?

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

The barbarian bull waved the talisman in his hand, and his magic power poured out. Yellow sand poured down like a sandstorm, forming an unmatched natural disaster.

In the eye of the wind in the sky, the shadow of Fei Lian, who had a bird head and a deer body, could be vaguely seen. He roared towards the sky, and even a trace of the power of the Golden Immortal of Daluo was leaked out, which seemed to have changed the rules of the entire space.

Unrivaled!

Even more impossible to compete!

It was like humans facing a natural disaster, and the feeling of being annihilated in an instant almost crushed Lin Feng's heart.

"Can't escape!"

"How to do?"

Lin Feng was shocked. He had never faced such a scene before. Even Suiren and Kuafu had never fought in front of him. The scene before him made him feel a little suffocated.

However, he still has one last trump card to play.

The flame burns in Lin Feng's heart!

That was the power that came from Suiren, and it was the last gift Suiren gave him before leaving.

"Do you want to use it?"

The power of the Golden Immortal of Daluo can only be dealt with by Daluo. It is almost impossible for Lin Feng now to challenge a higher level.

But... the situation that the human race will face in the future is far more dangerous than what Lin Feng is facing today. He can use the power of others to get through it today.

What about the future?

"I also have the Terran Pioneer entry!"

"Why should I be chased and killed by the demons?"

"Why? Only the demon race can kill us humans, and we can only hide!"

Nameless anger surged out from Lin Feng's heart, and the Sky Fire Technique came to life in his hands. Faintly, sparks rose from the Demon-Slaying Sword.

"Kill me!"

In the dark, Lin Feng felt as if he was helped by God. He swung his sword forward, and the magic power in his body rolled out. It was almost exhausted in an instant. The huge sword light seemed to penetrate everything and actually drilled a gap in the power of Daluo.

Touched the body of the wild bull.

With a "puff" sound, the barbarian bull discovered with horror that a thin line had appeared on his body, and the demon-slaying sword seemed to have crossed the space and directly plundered a large amount of blood and flesh essence from his body.

Even devoured his soul!

"Luck?"

In the sky, Tongtian Sect Master, who was just about to take action, moved his face slightly and looked at the demon-slaying sword in Lin Feng's hand.

That sword was not swung by Lin Feng. Strictly speaking, it was the mournful cry of the souls trapped in the demon-slaying sword in his hand.

This is the will of the race.

In the ancient world, there are only three ways for saints to improve their strength. In addition to practicing hard and understanding the way of heaven, there are three ways to gain merit and obtain the blessing of luck.

And now, Lin Feng is using luck to his advantage without even having achieved the status of a saint.

Celestial Immortals... even if they are celestial immortals with profound background and extraordinary talents, there is absolutely no way they can shake the power of the Golden Immortal!

But as a race, it is possible!

With the accumulation of luck, even a mortal has the possibility of killing an immortal!

"Taking this sword as an example, this boy may be able to achieve the status of a quasi-saint, or even a saint. It is not impossible."

Tongtian Sect Leader fell into silence, looked at Lin Feng deeply, and made up his mind.

"Junior, you dare!"

The talisman in the barbarian bull's hand emitted a clanging sound, and a shadow emerged from the air and stood in front of Lin Feng.

Fei Lian’s soul has descended.

The magic power in the talisman is holding on to the life of the barbarian bull, but it cannot stop his life from slipping away.

Fei Lian's face turned ashen. He stared at Lin Feng angrily from a distance of thousands of miles, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

"A human race prodigy? How dare you kill a demon race Golden Immortal!"

"Do you really think that you humans are the overlords of heaven and earth?!"

The aura of the Golden Immortal of Great Luo was like the collapse of heaven and earth, suddenly pressing down on Lin Feng. At this moment, his leg bones were almost shattered, and all the bones in his body made crackling sounds.

If Lin Feng hadn’t majored in the physical body.

By now, he must have died hundreds of times.

“It’s just a soul…” Lin Feng gritted his teeth and growled, “Kill me if you can!”

The flame from the bottom of his heart began to emerge, and at the same time, Suiren's will descended.

Flames began to appear in the sky, like a hurricane, forming a scene like a natural disaster, as if two Daluo Golden Immortals were about to personally fight each other, causing the situation to change.

But in the next moment.

Everything disappeared again.

In the sky, Master Tongtian stood in the air, and with a slight shake of the Qingping Sword, Fei Lian's soul was shattered.

At the same time, the soul of Suiren returned to the fire and entered Lin Feng's heart.

He looked at Lin Feng's body with a deep gaze, then looked at the bull that was almost dead, and snorted coldly.

"A mere demon tribe dares to kill people in front of Kunlun Mountain?"

"How presumptuous!"

With a bang, the bull's body was smashed into pieces.

Fei Lian, who was thousands of miles away, seemed to have suffered a severe blow and let out a wail.