The creature hiding in the black mist didn't believe that a Terran cultivator who had cultivated in the late stage of Jindan could break through its innate supernatural power with his own strength. It still looked at everything and didn't take Luo Yuan in its eyes.

In response, only Luo Yuan gave him a cold glance and a cold sword light. The sword aura was magnificent, piercing through the sky, like a white rainbow running through the sun, and like a surging sea, mercilessly rushing towards the black mist.

The creatures hidden in the black fog were not idle, I saw it snort coldly, and read a vague ancient language in his mouth. Immediately, a pillar of blood rose into the sky, bursting out with endless evil qi, and even more spirits manifested, condensing into a hundred-foot-high phantom of living beings. This shadow fights the heavens and the earth, the changes are endless, the last moment it is like fighting with the gods, and the next moment it is like the ancient demon god sitting in front of the eons, pointing to shatter the heavens and the earth.

Luo Yuan's face was solemn, this phantom was like a real existence, just the breath made him feel a tingling in his face. But he believed that no matter how powerful the black mist was, it would never be possible to summon such infinitely terrifying creatures. The more powerful it seems on the outside, the more powerful it is in fact. This shadow must just be a façade.

Luo Yuan decided in his heart that he was even more ruthless in his hands, but in an instant, he simply rushed to the front of the phantom, let it be huge, and I would slash it with a sword!

"Impossible! That's the Moteng clan, what qualifications does he Luo Yuan have to fight! Hurry up and die for me!" the big-eared monk roared hysterically in his heart, almost mad!

It can be said that even the Demon Teng creatures who fought with Luo Yuan did not want to put Luo Yuan to death even more than the big-eared monks. This is a reflection of the sentence, a beast is just a beast, but a human being is not necessarily a human being. The Big-Eared Monk has the appearance of a man, but the heart of a man, and he is more ferocious and vicious than the beast. From beginning to end, he has been demanding others by the standards of a saint and measuring himself by the standards of a slut. But those who do not go their way will be killed and made difficult everywhere.

It's just that he once again underestimated Luo Yuan's strength. And this time, it's not cultivation, it's the state of mind! The Demon Teng clan is powerful, but its natural supernatural powers are not directly used to attack, but more to use the fear in the other party's heart to destroy the mind.

Not only him, but also the Morteng Creature miscalculated, and it was unbelievable at the moment. Because, it didn't see fear in Luo Yuan's mind, Luo Yuan was fearless.

In fact, Luo Yuan didn't know how to crack it, and he had never been in contact with the Moteng clan. It's just that there is confusion and unwillingness in his heart, but he has never been afraid. Monks are fighting with the heavens, the earth, and people, sharpening their bodies in the constant killing of blood and fire, and they should not have that fear! Seekers, know life and forget death, regret!

But seeing that the shadow of the gods and demons and the brilliant sword light intertwined, the pupils of the shadows of the gods and demons suddenly dilated and dissipated. Luo Yuan's face was resolute, his eyes flashed like stars, and his sword opened the heavens and the earth, slashing directly at the black mist.

"No, you can't kill me, I'm ......" The black mist dissipated under the shock of the sword light, revealing a creature no more than an inch in size. His appearance, his eyes occupy a quarter of his body, and he looks quite strange. It opened its mouth in horror.

It's just that Luo Yuan didn't pay attention to its words at all, and slashed it with a sword, turning it into powder and disappearing with the wind.

"Good! Luo Daoyou is a young hero, magnificent, good, good!" Qiu Wufei laughed and spoke, quite happy.

Not only Qiu Wufei alone, but all the disciples of the Mountain University Sect rose up and applauded loudly. They all started from the campaign twenty years ago, fought all the way, and survived to this day. Among them, there are senior brothers, elders, and Taoist couples who died here for various reasons. And the other party is a fierce beast, an ancient relic or even a pure-blooded creature, and most of the monks either died without a corpse, or were directly buried in the tiger's mouth. They have a deep blood feud with the living beings in the Blood Nunnery Mountain, and this feud cannot be resolved, only repaid with blood!

Now, Luo Yuan was in full view of everyone, showing all the living beings within a radius of five hundred miles, and then he even beheaded two Heavenly Beast-level fierce beasts in a row, which made their hearts suddenly full of pride. Luo Yuan's battle not only rubbed the morale of the living beings in the Blood Nunnery Mountain, but also improved the morale of the Terran monks.

At the beginning, the disciples of the Heshan Great Sect were all disdainful of them, the Supreme Elders of the Kuping Sect, and treated them coldly. That's because they already knew about some miscellaneous things in the Kuping Sect, even if it was the Ruohua Sect, it was only under the desperate efforts of the eight Yuan Infant Ancestors that they won the recognition and respect of the Heshan Great Sect, because they paid the price of blood.

At this time, Luo Yuan, in the eyes of the disciples of the Heshan Great Sect, was like an immortal in the dust, pushing one side. It was like a devastating place, and the results were even more brilliant.

Only the big-eared monk, with a pale face, gritted his teeth and was silent, and his heart was full of fear and hatred.

Luo Yuan stopped, he didn't go any further, but glanced at the Heshan Great Sect camp behind him, and chose to retreat. It's not that he doesn't dare to go deeper again, with the two jade slips in his hand, even if the four supremes on the Blood Nunnery Mountain make a move, it will be difficult to hurt him. It's that he seems to have some understanding, whether it is fighting with Nan Mingli Fire Spider before, or killing the creatures of the Moteng clan just now, they can give him a certain understanding, and he needs to digest it. There is also the great supernatural power similar to the inch of the place, he has already glimpsed the door, but he can't fully grasp it.

If he can understand all of this together, he believes that the Jindan Great Perfection is just a matter of course. Thinking of this, Luo Yuan no longer thought about it, and later changed this truth, but all experienced monks understood it. He lifted his steps, slowly retreated, and closed his eyes again, as if he had entered a realm of unity between heaven and man. The distance between the ground beneath his feet shortened, and as the frequency of his steps increased, the surrounding scenery appeared blurred or even phantomed. Compared to Yuan Ying's teleportation, the speed is not as good as it, but it is not far behind.

Thousands of miles away, at this moment, it is only a few tens of breaths of time at Luo Yuan's feet. At such a speed, even a middle-aged man in the middle of the Yuan Infant couldn't help but look sideways slightly, feeling respectful.

Just after returning to the camp of the Heshan Great Sect, all the disciples stood up in unison, and then bowed to Luo Yuan: "The younger generation has seen the Luo senior, the predecessor is powerful, and we are willing to take the senior as the leader." ”

Luo Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and there were countless magic recipes in his eyes, just like the true meaning of the world. He looked at the monks of the Heshan Great Sect, bowed slightly, and did not speak. Then he hugged his fist at Qiu Wufei to show respect.

Seeing this scene, there was no dissatisfaction from anyone in the field, because Luo Yuan's strength and actions had already won their respect. Luo Yuan seems to have a slightly arrogant posture, which is the pride he should have as a strong man!

Finally, Luo Yuan set his eyes on the big-eared monk at a height of 100 zhang. His gaze was cold, just like when he looked at the creatures of the Moteng clan, cold and full of murderous intent.

The big-eared monk changed his face and said in shock: "You, Luo Yuan, what do you want to do!"