If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Xiao Fan did not turn around.

The direction of Broken Soul Valley is shrouded in deep mist.

He transformed into a black streak of light and shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

The withered grass on the ground was torn apart by the surging spiritual energy.

The air was filled with a sweet, fishy smell.

The battlefield between immortals and demons is never short of the scent of death.

His eyes remained expressionless.

Memories of past lives are like brand marks.

This area was once the focus of contention among various forces.

Every inch of the land is stained with blood.

Those disciples of the Hehuan Sect who followed closely behind.

If you actually step into this place, you will only become cannon fodder.

They are too weak.

Xiao Fan's speed was extremely fast.

He did not fly.

Instead, it chooses to fly close to the ground, its body becoming one with the earth.

This minimizes the chance of being seen from high above.

It can also help avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"roar!"

A deep, guttural roar came from the left front.

A massive, earth-splitting bear demon is emerging from the ground.

Its fur is like iron armor.

His eyes were fierce.

As soon as they spotted Xiao Fan, they pounced on him.

"Noisy."

Xiao Fan did not stop walking.

The spear in his hand moved like a black lightning bolt.

It pierced directly into the hard skull of the Earth-Splitting Bear Demon.

"puff!"

There was no struggle, no wailing.

The massive body of the Earth-Splitting Bear Demon crashed to the ground.

The immense inertia carved a deep trench in the ground.

It didn't even have a chance to make a second sound.

The spear tip was pulled out.

Not a trace of blood.

Xiao Fan continued forward without looking back.

His destination was the depths of the Valley of Broken Souls.

There lies the opportunity left behind by his past life.

It was also the key to his reforging of the Demon Emperor's body in this life.

Half an hour later.

A group of figures appeared in the distance.

There were about seven or eight people.

They were all wearing matching white Taoist robes.

A jade pendant hangs from his waist.

Disciples of the righteous sect, "Baiyun Temple".

Holding compasses, they searched carefully.

"There seems to be residual demonic energy in this area."

A disciple of Baiyun Temple spoke up.

His voice carried a hint of wariness.

"Be careful."

Another late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator leading the team responded in a deep voice.

They clearly felt the cruelty of this battlefield.

Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed.

These "righteous" monks always like to put on airs.

Cloaked in the guise of justice.

They are engaging in hypocritical acts.

Hatred from a past life.

This made him have no good feelings towards these "gentlemen".

He did not take a detour.

Instead, it accelerated the process.

"Someone's there!"

The disciples of Baiyun Temple instantly spotted Xiao Fan.

"It's him!"

"That monster from the Hehuan Sect!"

One of the disciples recognized Xiao Fan.

His voice was filled with fear.

Xiao Fan's performance in the sect competition.

It had already spread throughout the entire cultivation world.

Xiao Fan, a prodigy of the demonic path.

This title carries its own intimidating power.

"snort!"

"You demonic prodigy, don't even think about escaping!"

The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator suppressed his fear.

He drew his longsword.

The sword light carried a sharp and fierce edge.

It points directly at Xiao Fan.

"We, the righteous ones, will today act on behalf of Heaven!"

He shouted loudly.

They tried to bolster their courage with this.

Xiao Fan stopped in his tracks.

His eyes were cold.

A long black spear pointed forward.

The gun trembled slightly.

It emitted a deep, resonant dragon roar.

"Noisy."

He only uttered two words.

The voice was not loud.

Yet it carried a chilling, oppressive aura.

The disciples of Baiyun Temple felt a chill run down their spines.

They instinctively felt an immense pressure.

But the leading monk was enraged.

"Sword Formation!"

He shouted sternly.

The seven or eight disciples quickly dispersed.

Stand in position.

Streaks of sword energy crisscrossed.

They were trying to trap Xiao Fan inside.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Xiao Fan's lips curled into a sneer.

His figure suddenly became blurry.

It transformed into a black phantom.

They charged into the sword formation.

"So fast!"

The leading monk was greatly alarmed.

He completely failed to detect Xiao Fan's movement.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

One of the disciples of Baiyun Temple had not yet reacted.

His chest was pierced by a punch.

Life quickly vanished.

Fear and confusion lingered in his eyes.

His body was thrown out like a rag doll.

He bumped into another disciple.

Both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

The formation instantly showed a flaw.

Xiao Fan was like a ghost.

With each swing of the spear.

A cloud of blood mist rose up.

He didn't use any fancy moves.

Every strike hits the vital point.

Strength, speed, experience.

Completely crushed.

"what!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Those self-righteous disciples of the righteous path.

In front of Xiao Fan.

It is as fragile as paper.

It was simply impossible to resist.

The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator's eyes were filled with despair.

He swung his longsword with all his might.

However, the sword energy could not touch Xiao Fan at all.

He witnessed his fellow disciples fall.

She saw the indifference in Xiao Fan's eyes.

It was a kind of utter contempt for life.

"devil!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You devil!"

Xiao Fan appeared in front of him.

The spear stopped an inch in front of his brow.

The cold tip of the gun exuded an aura of death.

"I am the devil."

Xiao Fan's voice was deep.

"Is not your righteous path also righteous?"

He spoke with disdain.

"You are sheep in sheep's clothing, but you do the things of wolves."

"Today, we will use your blood to raise a sacrifice for the banner of Broken Soul Valley."

The spearhead points forward.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator's body collapsed limply to the ground.

In his eyes.

All that remained was endless regret and fear.

The entire Baiyun Temple team.

In a short while.

completely annihilated.

Xiao Fan put away his gun.

His whole body.

There was no bloodstain.

His eyes were calm.

I only did something insignificant.

"This is the tragedy of the weak."

He murmured to himself.

Keep moving.

He continued walking deeper into the Valley of Broken Souls.

On the path.

They encountered two more groups of righteous cultivators.

They came from the "Qingfeng Sect" and the "Luoxia Sect" respectively.

They also shared the same intention of "eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path".

They launched a siege against Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan didn't waste any words.

He held a long spear.

It has been transformed into a true weapon of death.

The spear flashed like a dragon.

Each strike carries devastating power.

The magical treasures of those cultivators.

It was simply impossible to resist.

Their magic.

They couldn't even form an effective barrier around Xiao Fan.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

A cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation from the Zixia Sect cried out in terror.

His talisman was shattered by a single shot.

His body was blasted away by a tremendous force.

The tendons and veins were severed.

Xiao Fan's figure.

In their eyes.

The true demon god has descended upon the world.

It is beyond our ability to defeat.

Invincible.

He swung his gun, sweeping it across.

The black spear light was like a bolt of lightning.

All enemies attempting to approach.

They were all killed.

"Too weak."

Xiao Fan sighed inwardly.

This level of combat.

It couldn't even cause any fluctuation in the spiritual energy within his body.

He longs for his past life.

Those are the real rivals.

Those strong individuals who can put pressure on him.

He thought of the group of people who had betrayed him.

A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Wait until I regain my strength."

"All traitors."

"They will all pay the price."

He moved forward step by step.

He was trampling on the corpses of righteous cultivators.

Blood stained the desolate land.

It also stained his black combat boots red.

But he didn't care at all.

Killing was his goal.

It's merely a means to an end.

It's not a bloodthirsty desire.

It's not a way to vent either.

However, these are necessary steps.

He is very clear.

Battlefield between immortals and demons.

The so-called distinction between good and evil.

It's just history written by the victors.

Finally, he arrived at the entrance to the Valley of Broken Souls.

A thick, grayish-white mist filled the air.

The mouth of a giant beast.

It devours all light.

The surrounding mountain walls were bare.

No grass grows.

The wind howled.

It was accompanied by a strange, mournful wail.

Xiao Fan stopped in his tracks.

His annihilating demonic eyes.

Begin observing this area.

The entrance to the Valley of Broken Souls.

It was covered with ancient restrictions.

It is not visible to the naked eye.

Based on memories from a past life.

This allowed him to clearly sense the structure of those restrictions.

And, deep within the forbidden zone.

That faint yet powerful aura.

"This is it."

Xiao Fan murmured to himself.

In his eyes.

It sparkled with long-awaited anticipation.

He raised his hand.

The spear in his hand emitted a deep hum.

The spear tip pointed directly into the depths of the valley.

"The place where the treasure from the previous life appeared."

"The starting point of this life."

"Soul-Severing Valley".

"I'm back!"