Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"boom!"

The short spear struck the tree trunk, and the withered pine tree, which required three people to encircle, instantly shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Two figures slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

It was Fan Yuan and his clone Shen Feng.

Fan Yuan patted the wood chips off his Taoist robe, his expression calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

In this world of Journey to the West, cause and effect are intertwined; for every person killed, one incurs more karmic debt.

Especially these gangs that specialize in intercepting and killing cultivators often have intricate networks of relationships behind them, either worshipping a powerful demon or having connections with scoundrels from certain sects.

But now that it has been discovered, there is no other choice.

"Early stage of god refining?"

The black-robed leader swept his divine sense over Fan Yuan and immediately saw through his cultivation level. As for Shen Feng behind Fan Yuan, his aura was restrained, and he looked like nothing more than a follower in the late stage of Qi Refining, so he was completely ignored.

The previously tense nerves instantly relaxed, and the fear in the black-robed leader's eyes turned into mockery.

If he were in the late stage of the Spirit Refinement realm, he might weigh the pros and cons, but with this level of cultivation, he would be nothing more than a fat sheep delivered to his door.

"Since you've seen it, let's stay together."

The black-robed leader licked his lips, summoned the short halberd back into his hand, and said, "Even a mosquito's leg is meat. Although your robes are old, you might still have a few spirit stones in your storage bag."

Before the words were even finished, the murderous intent had already arrived.

He didn't give Fan Yuan a chance to beg for mercy or explain. He threw the short halberd in his hand again, which turned into a black aura that was more than ten feet long, and went straight for Fan Yuan and the other man.

The Daoist couple also attacked with sinister smiles, their ghostly flames and long whips following closely behind, sealing off all of Fan Yuan's escape routes.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Fan Yuan sighed softly.

Why bother?

The sound was very soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

The next instant, his previously indifferent gaze suddenly turned cold, exuding a chilling aura.

Since we've already taken action, we must eliminate them completely, leaving no survivors.

Fan Yuan did not move, but merely turned slightly to the side.

Shen Feng, who had been standing behind him like a shadow, took a step forward.

Facing the approaching, menacing rainbow, Shen Feng remained expressionless, then flipped his hand and swung it out.

"call!"

A strange, yellowish wind surged from Shen Feng's palm.

The nascent form of supernatural power, Samadhi Divine Wind!

Although Shen Feng's clone currently only has the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining and does not possess the innate divine energy of the Yellow Wind King, it is still an unparalleled divine power. Even if it only possesses the form and a trace of the spirit, it is by no means something that ordinary rogue cultivators can withstand.

As the yellow wind passed, the menacing black aura that stretched across the sky melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, without making a sound.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The black-robed leader's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise.

But he didn't have time to react further.

The yellow wind continued its relentless advance, instantly enveloping the three members of the Black Fiend Alliance.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"My soul... my soul hurts so much!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed through the withered pine forest.

The couple with lower cultivation levels were the first to be hit; their protective spiritual light was as fragile as paper in front of Huang Feng and shattered instantly.

The yellow wind entered his ears, his soul felt as if it were being pricked by needles, his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and his spiritual power almost went out of control.

Even the black-robed leader, who was at the mid-stage of the Divine Refinement realm, was screaming in agony, covering his eyes with both hands, staggering, and his previously condensed offensive instantly collapsed.

This Samadhi Divine Wind is most harmful to the soul and seven orifices!

Just as the three were thrown into chaos, Fan Yuan, who had remained motionless, made his move.

The third level of the Mountain-Crushing Force!

With a single punch, the force of the punch whistled out.

At this moment, the male cultivator was blind and was wildly waving the ghost-head shield.

"Bang!"

The low-level magic artifact-grade ghost head shield was actually dented by the force of the punch.

The force of the punch passed through the shield and struck the male cultivator's chest without any obstruction.

Its force breaks through the surface, its hidden power penetrates the body.

Before the male cultivator could even scream, his chest collapsed instantly, and a large bulge suddenly appeared on his back. His heart, along with his internal organs, was instantly shattered into a pile of flesh by the violent internal force.

The body flew out like a torn sack, and died before it even hit the ground.

One punch and he's dead!

Without pausing, Fan Yuan unleashed another punch.

"Snap!"

The female cultivator who was screaming while covering her eyes was struck by the force of the punch, her skull shattered instantly, and her screams came to an abrupt halt.

Two breaths.

Two early-stage Refinement Spirit cultivators perished.

At this moment, the black-robed leader finally managed to suppress the excruciating pain in his sea of ​​consciousness and regain a sliver of clarity, thanks to his profound cultivation.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw the corpses of his two companions, and the menacing figure before him.

"you……"

The black-robed leader was terrified and tried to activate his defensive magic weapon, but found that his spiritual power was sluggish due to the damage to his soul.

"die."

Fan Yuan uttered a cold word.

He didn't give the other party a chance to prepare.

In despair, the black-robed leader suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, attempting to use the Blood Escape Technique to escape. He knew that his opponent possessed terrifying methods to attack the soul, and he himself had no magical artifacts or techniques to defend against the soul. In the cultivation world, techniques for attacking the soul were extremely precious, and he never expected that he would encounter such a troublesome being.

However, Fan Yuan's fist was already thrown out again, and spiritual energy surged within the fist's wind, instantly unleashing a mountain-shattering force.

"puff!"

Before the black-robed leader could even unleash his Blood Escape Technique, his body suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes quickly faded, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

In just a few breaths, the Black Fiend Alliance trio was completely wiped out.

The forest returned to deathly silence.

Fan Yuan withdrew his fist, as if he had just killed not three cultivators at the Refinement stage, but casually swatted a few flies.

Having used the Mountain-Crushing Force three times, Fan Yuan had already exhausted most of his spiritual energy. He estimated that he could only throw one more punch at most. However, that divine wind attack just now had actually consumed most of the spiritual energy in his body!

However, a single gust of divine wind could temporarily cripple the combat power of two early-stage Refinement God cultivators and one mid-stage Refinement God cultivator. Although the consumption was enormous, the power was evident.

……

Following Fan Yuan's instructions, Shen Feng skillfully bent down and began to touch the corpse.

First, he looked at the black-robed leader's storage bag. He forcefully broke through the remaining restrictions with his divine sense and gave it a cursory scan. Fan Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, but then relaxed.

"Poor wretch."

Although he thought that way, his hands moved quickly.

He stripped off the black short halberd, the long whip of the Daoist couple, the ghost-head shield, and even the robes worn by the group, as long as they were still intact, and put them into his possession.

Independent cultivators face a scarcity of resources and cannot afford to waste even the slightest bit.

After looting the three members of the Black Fiend Alliance, Fan Yuan did not stop.

He turned and walked toward the corpses of the first few monks who had been killed.

Those were the surviving female cultivator's companions.

Not far away, Liu Qing, the Qi Refining stage female cultivator who was lying on the ground with serious injuries, stared wide-eyed at this scene in horror.

She thought she had encountered a chivalrous and righteous senior, but she never expected that after killing the robbers, this person would not even spare the corpses of her own people.

Shen Feng expressionlessly rummaged through the corpses, collecting their storage bags and broken magical artifacts one by one.

The movements were fluid and graceful, clearly indicating that this was not the first or second time he had done this.

"S-senpai..."

Liu Qing's voice trembled as she tried to speak, but fear rendered her speechless.

Fan Yuan turned a deaf ear.

Only after he had looted everything of value did he indifferently turn his gaze to Liu Qing.