Chen Pan came all the way west, and there was a fire of war between his feet, and his hands were stretched out to destroy him. No one could stop him from killing. After a few days, countless creatures had been destroyed in his hands.

His heart of Tao is almost subsided. Although he still has divine wisdom, he has been dominated by killing and destruction. He only knows how to act, but he can no longer distinguish between right and wrong.

The entire northern part of Central China, between Qingluan Mountain and Wucheng, has become a truly unmanned land, or it should be said to be a lifeless song, and the plants and trees have not been left behind and are completely destroyed.

Flashes of low and crazy sounds came from his mouth, as if a hungry beast was looking for its prey. The murderous aura emitted on his body made people crazy.

The demon came, and everyone was shocked. In just a few days, the story of Lianfeng had spread. The three-foot sword reappeared in the world, killing the Demon Emperor, defeating the Ghost Saint, and even Amitabha Buddha had no room for fight back.

The matter of the human demon is the Three-Foot Sword has been confirmed, and no one doubts anymore. This Demon Star of the World Destruction has been completely angered by the Lianfeng incident. No one will doubt Chen Pan's desire for revenge, just as they will not doubt their desire to survive.

"Ao!" With a roar, Chen Pan let out a beast-like howl, and the strong wind blew away the grass and trees around Wucheng in an instant, leaving no one left. Even Wucheng's defense continued to tremble, and it was unsustainable.

Many monks who were originally thinking of fighting to the death, their inner will shook again at this moment. Just a roar, it was so terrifying. If they completely take action later, how can they fight?

A figure flew out. The black lightning was Ouyang Hui.

He walked out of his own path based on the Yimu Qinglei of Ouyang family, but encountered a bottleneck, so he was trapped in the Taiyi Jinxian realm for many years. Now he has finally successfully broken through with a very fast speed, and has actually gone from the Taiyi Jinxian realm to the peak of the saint.

His strength has become extremely powerful, even stronger than the Ouyang family leader who has reached the realm of a saint tens of thousands of years earlier than him.

It’s just that with such strength. Not to mention others, even he himself has no confidence to block Chen Pan.

"Chen Pan, this time the matter is the fault of my Ouyang family. What do you have to ask for? Just ask, our Ouyang family will do our best to satisfy it." Ouyang Hui said loudly.

He was not as straightforward as the Feng family. He apologized when he came up, and was full of sincerity. Such a low attitude would have never been possible before. After all, this is the Ouyang family, one of the six major families in China!

But now that the situation is like this, he has no choice. In the past, the six major families and three major sects, plus Shizhai, were like a group of spirits and branches, and took care of each other.

But now it is different. Junguang Tower changes the day and the day, and the Sword Pavilion and the Tianji Pavilion are no longer the same. Sword Saint, Xuan Sheng, and Zhan Sheng, who have the strength to suppress Chen Pan are no longer there. Faced with such crazy human demons, it can be said that it is difficult to have an opponent in the ancient continent.

Either the tough city is destroyed or the people are killed, or surrender to pray for vitality. Ouyang Hui has no other way. He can only put down his figure.

He let Chen Pan go back then, and Chen Pan himself knew it. If it were the past, he would definitely hesitate and even let Wucheng go back.

But it was different at this moment. Chen Pan had lost his mind. Only the will to kill and destroy. Ouyang Hui's words were never heard of, and his empty eyes were filled with light of hatred and anger.

Anyone who stands in front of you will die. Only by killing them can you feel happy.

The Three-Foot Sword plan has had a very obvious effect. Although Chen Pan cannot be said to be a walking corpse at this time, he is already quite close.

"Chen Pan, I know you are angry, but if you kill us, you will never be able to come back. The mistake is that some of our Ouyang family, not all of them. Can you really kill all Wucheng?" Ouyang Hui persuaded loudly, hoping that it would be useful.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel, or the sentence "What I lost cannot come back" stimulated Chen Pan.

"Kill, kill!" With a roar, Chen Pan hit the punch, not the dragon fist, but it still makes people feel desperate.

The punch that condensed the will to kill and destroy made the world lose its color and the wind and clouds change. In an instant, everyone felt that the whole world was rotating, and an indescribable feeling of nausea appeared, and some people couldn't help but vomit.

How many years have you been a practitioner? In addition to vomiting blood, you have even felt vomiting. However, this moment has happened. The will of that punch penetrated into the hearts and even the depths of the souls, giving them indescribable fear. Because of fear, their physical disorders and uncontrollable.

Ouyang Hui shouted loudly, and endless black lightning condensed, forming a large shield, blocking the sky like a magic weapon condensed by the Taoist stylus, trying to block Chen Pan's attack.

This is the Ouyang family's Yimu Qing Lei Shield's exercise, but it drives his own way of thunder and lightning.

"This person is pretty good with the lightning pattern of the judgment Taoist pattern. Unfortunately, his cultivation is still not enough, otherwise it would be interesting." Sanchi Jian nodded slightly.

The reason why he can get two good reviews from him is enough to make the world look at him.

Ouyang Hui was extremely powerful, but as the Three-Foot Sword said, his cultivation was not enough in the end, and the large shield condensed by black lightning was instantly destroyed.

Chen Pan's fist that covered the sky and the sun continued to hit Ouyang Hui.

"Sword of Judgment!"

Ouyang Hui shouted loudly, and the black lightning condensed into a huge sky sword in his hand and slashed at Chen Pan's fist.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the Black Sky Sword collapsed instantly, turned into black rain, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The huge fist was retracted, while Ouyang Hui was knocked back to Wucheng by a punch, smashing a big pit on the ground, lying motionless at the bottom of the pit, his breath was disordered, and he was seriously injured.

After struggling for a while, he stood up and prepared to fly back to the sky.

At this time, Chen Pan would not give anyone a rest time, and launched another attack. This time it was no longer a fist, but a galaxy palm condensed by thousands of patterns, slapped at Wucheng with endless terrifying will to destroy.

Even though Wucheng has a powerful protective formation, no one feels that he can defend against Chen Pan at this time.

Ouyang Hui struggled to get up and wanted to take action again, but was stopped by an old man.

"I'll go, it's become like this. God knows how much he has suffered over the years." The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his facial features could hardly be seen, and his expression could not be seen. His tone was full of lovingness, as if he had seen his grandson.

Looking at the old man flying into the sky, everyone held their breath. It might be really a way to go against the will of heaven to be taken to Wucheng by the Ouyang family. But after all, they still don’t think there are many opportunities.

However, something that everyone couldn't believe happened.

When that palm was about to slap the old man, the energy of killing, the terrifying aura and the will to destroy disappeared without a trace...)
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