C552 Destroyed
C552 Destroyed
Many disciples of the Falling Pavilion had sharp eyes. The Old Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion was very powerful. In the entire Tianfeng City, there were only a few old monsters who could stand shoulder to shoulder with their Old Ancestor. Even if this Han Feng could defeat an Astral Martial Stage Level Two Martial Lord, he could still be compared to their Old Ancestor. Obviously, he was still far from being able to defeat their old ancestor.
Han Feng stood proudly in the void, his eyes were pitch black. Strands of Devil Dao Qi were emitted from his body, sending chills down everyone's spine. The light of the talisman shone on Han Feng's skin. His entire body was covered with devil marks. He looked like a supreme devil, insufferably arrogant. He was going to kill everything.
"My Heaven Defying Devil Arts has broken through to the second level, and after fusing with the Devil Dao True Intent, it has become even more tyrannical. I can use this old dog as my practice target!" Han Feng's eyes seemed to contain a terrifying abyss as he stepped forward. The Sky Splitting Devil Fist rumbled, and numerous Phantom of Crazy Devil roared furiously in the sky. It collided with the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's Eight Trigrams Boundless Diagram.
"Ignorant people, they don't know the vastness of the world and the power of their martial arts techniques. Today, let this old man tell you on behalf of your seniors. What is martial arts! "The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's palm struck out numerous Infinite Eight Trigrams diagrams, and a destructive force swept out. The power of the Eight Trigrams crushed down on the Phantom of Crazy Devil, as if it was going to interweave into a huge killing pattern. It was going to kill Han Feng.
The Eight Trigrams collided with the Phantom of Crazy Devil crazily, bringing with it a wild and chaotic wind that swept in all directions. It was like numerous spiritual palms were colliding with each other, as if the entire space was going to explode.
The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's eyes narrowed. It obviously didn't expect that Han Feng wouldn't be any weaker than it. Then, it shook its palm, and flames soared into the sky. Numerous flaming chains extended towards Han Feng. The temperature of the raging flame seemed to have reached its limit, and it turned into a terrifying purple color. It was as if there was nothing that couldn't be melted.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The flaming chain struck the sky and locked down the earth. It was as if there were yin and yang currents circulating endlessly as it charged towards Han Feng.
"Are you playing with fire?" The corner of Han Feng's mouth raised slightly. This person from the Falling Pavilion was proficient in alchemy, so he naturally cultivated all kinds of fire controlling techniques. He wanted to utilize the power of the flames to the extreme.
However, the power of the flames wasn't weak either.
Han Feng waved his arm, and the will of the flames and Nirvana Intent burst out at the same time. In an instant, numerous flaming light screens appeared in front of Han Feng. Threads of dangerous qi were emitted from the flaming light screens, it was the power of death.
* Hong Long...... * The flaming chains struck the flaming light curtain, causing it to shake. However, the nirvanic might within the light curtain was also released, suppressing the wild and violent power of the flame chains. No one knew how terrifying and overbearing the Nirvana Intent was.
"Even the old ancestor can't do anything to Han Feng?" The disciples of Falling Pavilion had a cold expression on their faces. Could a Han Feng really destroy the Falling Pavilion?
Many disciples recalled what happened a year ago. Back then, Han Feng was still fighting with the Minor Genuine Martial Stage god 's favored of the Falling Pavilion. It was also at that time that ___ killed the direct disciple of the Master of the Falling Pavilion. Han Feng appeared in the field of vision of the people of Tianfeng City, but in their eyes, Han Feng was just a junior with outstanding talent.
However, in just a short year, not only had Han Feng broken through to the Celestial Energy Stage, he could even kill Martial Lord warriors. Now, he was even fighting their old ancestor, and his combat strength was monstrous.
If Han Feng was given some more time, it would be hard to predict how far he would grow.
"They are both flames, but the gap between you and them isn't small. You should understand that the power of the true meaning of the Martial Dao is not something that the will of the Martial Dao can compare with. Even the fusion of dual martial wills isn't enough." The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion said indifferently. His eyes were sharp as he quickly formed seals with his palm. The power of the fire chains became stronger, and the purple flames seemed to shoot up into the sky. A violent aura spread out, causing everyone to feel a chill in their hearts.
If it was an ordinary Expert of Peak Celestial Energy Stage, it would have been instantly killed by this destructive flame. Only a freak like Han Feng could withstand it.
However, even though Han Feng wasn't injured, the fiery light curtains were still shattered. This destructive flame was too powerful, even the Nirvana Intent couldn't withstand it.
"The true meaning of the flame is indeed very strong, but it depends on who uses it. The level of the Destiny Spirit is different, the power of the true meaning of the sword will also be different." Han Feng said with ridicule. The meaning behind his words undoubtedly indicated that the level of this old ancestor's Destiny Spirit was too low.
Of course, there were also many disciples who didn't understand Han Feng's words. To them, they were still unable to come into contact with the classifications of the Destiny Spirit. Only some Expert of Celestial Energy Stage could roughly understand some of it, but they could only smile bitterly. With their talent, it was hard to say whether they would be able to step into the Astral Martial Stage. Not to mention condensing a high level Destiny Spirit, if they wanted to condense a powerful Destiny Spirit... I'm afraid we need more powerful techniques.
"It's enough to kill you." The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion wasn't angry. Compared to some of the Expert of Astral Martial Stage in the Royal City, the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion wasn't angry at all. His Destiny Spirit wasn't considered strong. Hence, his control over the true meaning of martial arts was relatively weak. But so what? It was enough to kill Han Feng.
"As expected of an old dog, your words are so shameless. You are a dignified Astral Martial Stage Level Three Martial Lord. You have used all kinds of means, but you still can't shake me! And you still dare to boast shamelessly, as if you are extremely proud of yourself. If I were you... How would I have the face to rule a sect? Could it be that you're laughing at the thousands of disciples?" Han Feng said coldly. Devil intent rolled out, and monstrous devil Qi gathered. It made his body seem as if it was covered by a devil armor. It shone with a pitch-black luster.
"Not bad, old dog. You have the ability to suppress your cultivation base and fight my Brother Feng. Let's see who wins and who loses. " At this moment, Han Lei had attacked from outside the door. His body was glowing with endless lightning. A palm strike! * Hong Long...... * Many veteran experts backed off, not daring to fight Han Lei head on.
"This group of people are not easy to deal with." Everyone's eyes turned serious. The Falling Pavilion had encountered an unprecedented catastrophe. Countless elders and god 's favored disciples had been killed, and the sect's defensive formation had been destroyed. However, the ones who attacked were only a group of Celestial Energy Stage youths. They had turned the entire Falling Pavilion upside down.
"Cut the crap! Looks like I'll send all of you on your way as soon as possible!" The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion furiously roared. Its body lunged forward, and terrifying flaming chains shot out. It was like a grand formation of destruction, smashing towards Han Feng, intending to destroy his Devil Dao body.
A sharp light suddenly flashed in Han Feng's eyes. The power of the Heaven Defying Devil Arts erupted. His silhouette flickered, and terrifying Devil Dao symbols flowed on his palm. The Devil Dao formed into a powerful attack, and like the arm of a devil king, it struck out. The pitch-black arm seemed to be able to tear open the space, it was incomparably terrifying.
"If the flame intent can't do anything to you, then what about the Devil Dao True Intent?" Han Feng sneered. The true meaning of martial arts wasn't something that only this old ancestor could comprehend.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wherever the Demon King's arm passed, the flaming chain exploded continuously. It was like the hand of a demon god. When it attacked, it was indestructible. Finally, it ruthlessly slammed towards the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion.
This arm became incomparably huge. The light that was like an abyss shook crazily, sweeping through everything. The chaotic airflow swept towards the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion, as if it was a chaotic saber.
"Hmph!" The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion coldly snorted. The flames of the universe howled out like violent fire dragons. Finally, they turned into a flaming hand and collided with the Demon King's arm.
Bang!
An explosive sound was heard. The Demon King's arm and the flaming hand were shattered at the same time. Han Feng's figure instantly appeared in front of the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion. However, the old ancestor had just taken out a terrifying pill furnace. The raging flames were still burning, and the pill furnace fell towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's Devil Palm Print was thrown towards the pill furnace. In an instant, the flames in the pill furnace wrapped around Han Feng's body. Han Feng's expression changed. He wanted to break free, but his body was wrapped by the flames. He was sucked into the furnace.
"How's my Destiny Spirit? Do you understand now? "The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion said with a sneer. He was a dignified Astral Martial Stage Level Three Martial Lord. He was only a step away from the Middle Level of the Astral Martial Stage, and this Han Feng had dared to offend him again and again. Then let him turn into ashes in the furnace.
Everyone's pupils contracted, and then a joyful expression emerged on their faces. The old ancestor had finally captured Han Feng! This bastard deserved to die!
"Don't celebrate too early! Such a petty trick! It won't be able to trap him." Sun Tianwang's palm struck out the Devouring Palm Seal. His body flashed slightly and he smiled faintly. Han Feng had countless means. He had killed the Level Three god 's favored of the three major powers in the Black / Dao World in the past. Today, a man who had half of his body buried in the earth, could he do anything to Han Feng?
When Sun Tianwang said those words, the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's expression suddenly trembled. Immediately, his heart suddenly trembled. It was as if he was in a panic. The Destiny Spirit was closely related to him. He could sense that within the pill furnace... Han Feng was unleashing a terrifying attack, and it was very likely that he would shatter the pill furnace.
"No!" The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion roared furiously, and its eyes flickered with unwillingness. In an instant, the pill furnace exploded. Han Feng held the Monarch Halberd in his hand and broke out of the furnace. The endless Devil Dao symbols were still shining brightly, turning into his dazzling battle armor. The flames in the pill furnace spread out in all directions, turning the entire Falling Pavilion into a sea of fire.
"Falling Pavilion is destroyed." Everyone felt powerless. The Falling Pavilion was still destroyed by Han Feng in the end.
"You!" The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood. Han Feng strode towards him, and the terrifying Devil Dao Force kept crushing down on him, causing his injuries to become even heavier.
At this moment, a sharp whistling sound was heard from the sky. Strands of sword sound were vibrating crazily. It was as if thousands of sharp swords were slashing down from the sky. Figures appeared one after another. The sword stepped down elegantly, causing the eyes of the audience to freeze slightly...