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

"Tongtian Sect Master, Duobao Taoist, Dragon King..."

Fei Lian was riding on the clouds, the anger on his face could not be dissipated, and his mind kept thinking about those who had humiliated him during this period.

Finally, Lin Feng's face appeared in my mind.

"It's all because that human race's genius actually gained the attention of the Saint, who accepted him as his disciple!"

"Without a saint behind the scenes, even if he is given a vast amount of resources, what will he be qualified to fight against us?"

"In front of my demon race, all the powerful humans are nothing but ants!"

"We're just trying to kill some ants, why are they resisting? Don't they deserve to die?!"

Fei Lian roared in his heart.

He was angry and unwilling!

The ten great demon kings came to the East China Sea and not only did they fail to accomplish anything, they were even driven back. Neither the Golden Turtle Island nor the Dragon Palace gave him any face, and they couldn't even hinder the negotiations or delay time.

Both parties acted as if they hadn't seen him and just got the job done! !

"At the very least, we must take that guy away. We must not allow him to continue to harm the demon race. Otherwise, how can I have the face to go back and see the Demon King!!"

Fei Lian sighed and made up his mind.

But soon, his expression changed.

On the beach where the East China Sea meets the prehistoric continent, Lin Feng, wearing a blue Taoist robe, stood in front of him, as if he had known his movements long ago and was blocking him here.

And beside him, the Pingtian formation that had been set up long ago had covered the surroundings and enveloped him.

"How brave!"

"How dare you come and cause trouble for me alone?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

Knowing that he had been tricked, Fei Lian was not panicked, but instead lost his previous anger.

He landed on the ground, looked thoughtfully at the Pingtian Formation, and sighed, "Is this the work of a saint?"

"Except for the Sage Tongtian, I can't think of anyone else who can have such attainments in formations."

From the outside, this formation looks like it blends in naturally with the surrounding environment, and the thunderous force it contains makes people even more frightened.

Fei Lian's own cultivation was even more restricted in this formation. In just a few breaths, his realm dropped to the Golden Immortal level and was even going lower.

However, the only benefit is that Fei Lian's physical strength has been retained to the Golden Immortal realm.

Basically, he is the same as Raymond Lam.

"I thought you would attack me as soon as you saw me." Lin Feng said with a smile.

He reached out and drew out the demon-slaying sword.

Although the Demon-Slaying Sword is not of high grade now, the huge amount of evil energy contained in it has begun to show its edge, and even Fei Lian can feel the threat from it.

When this treasure was called the Witch-Slaying Sword, it could easily cause harm to the great witches, or even the ancestor witches. When it was called the Demon-Slaying Sword, the same was true, and it even posed a more terrifying threat to the demon clan.

after all.

Their innate magical powers and everything they possess seem to be able to serve as nourishment for this sword.

Instinctively, Fei Lian felt the threat from the Demon-Slaying Sword. His expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and even his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Oh it's you."

"I was wondering why the human race has been acting so strangely lately, not even giving us a chance to take action!"

A hurricane was blowing faintly beside Fei Lian.

Although Di Jun had refined a lot of treasures like the Witch-Slaying Sword and entrusted them to many demon soldiers and generals, they actually didn't know what this thing was used for.

At most, you will be told to kill more enemies.

The only real witch-killing sword is the one in Di Jun's hands, which is still being forged.

And now, the sword in Lin Feng’s hand can only be called a demon-slaying sword even if Di Jun comes!

After all, he had been stained with the blood of the demon clan, and the wronged souls in it even resonated with the demon-slaying sword itself.

The moment he appeared in front of Fei Lian, two words kept echoing in his ears.

Kill the monster!

Kill the demon!!

This sword must not be allowed to get out, otherwise Lin Feng will become a great enemy of the demon clan in the future!

Without any hesitation, in just a moment, Fei Lian attacked with all his strength.

The mighty hurricane poured down like a natural disaster, and the overwhelming pressure fell on Lin Feng, but there was no longer the feeling of being invincible as before.

Being merely at the Golden Immortal Realm, or even nearly falling to the Mysterious Immortal Realm, his cultivation was still not enough to truly crush Lin Feng. The gap in combat power between the two sides had been shortened to the minimum.

"Come on fire!"

Lin Feng raised his palm, and the flame in his palm gradually grew bigger, and finally climbed directly into the hurricane, and then began to burn using the hurricane as fuel.

The Holy Fire of Merit entry has provided Lin Feng with tremendous help until now. The power of the Heavenly Fire Spell unleashed by this entry is extremely terrifying.

The storm that covered the sky and the sparks collided with each other, and the roar it produced made the many powerful people who were paying attention to this battle marvel.

"What kind of formation is this? What kind of demon is the human fighting against?"

"Oh my god, it's the Demon King Fei Lian!!"

"Who is that human? Why have we never heard of his name before? Quick, report this to the Heavenly Court!"

The demons stationed in the East China Sea shouted in amazement, and many of their powerful demons wanted to help Fei Lian.

But the Pingtian Formation was a formation left behind by a saint, and the power contained in it was terrifying. How could they possibly shake it?

They couldn't even touch the formation, let alone understand the operating rules of the formation. They were directly blocked outside and could only watch the battle continue.

In the Biyou Palace, Patriarch Tongtian and Taoist Duobao were also watching the fight, and even Bixiao had arrived here.

"Master, is it too dangerous to let Junior Brother fight Fei Lian right now?"

"Although my junior brother is extremely talented and has even cultivated secret techniques such as the One Qi Transformation into Three Pure Ones, as long as he can grow up, he will definitely become the most powerful person in the prehistoric world."

"But he hasn't grown up yet!"

Taoist Duobao was a little worried.

A strong person who has not grown up cannot be called a strong person at all. At best, he can only be considered a genius!

Lin Feng is now in this awkward period. If he breaks through a few more levels and reaches the Golden Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal, his physical strength will probably be enough to shake the Daluo Golden Immortal.

But now, he is just a True Immortal... He hasn't even reached the level of a Profound Immortal.

Bixiao remained silent, and the worry in her eyes was no less than that of Taoist Duobao. In fact, there was even a bit more anxiety deep in her heart.

Junior brother, you should be able to win.

Taoist Tongtian laughed dumbly and shook his head.

"rest assured."

"The technique your junior brother is practicing is no longer the Eight-Nine Profound Art."

"If he can't win, that would be the biggest joke!"