Luo Yuan closed his eyes, put away his divine sense, and carefully comprehended the feeling at the moment. His feeling at this time was extremely mysterious, as if he was enlightening and exerting supernatural powers. It was as if the aura of heaven and earth was used by him, and the blood mist around him could not affect him at all.

Just as he walked into the four hundred zhang, countless leaves suddenly flew from all directions, and these leaves were like flying swords, with a fierce sword aura, surrounding Luo Yuan, and then bombarded down like a rain of swords. For such a situation, Luo Yuan did not make any moves, but let it fall on his body without moving. Hundreds of leaves continued to fall and slash on Luo Yuan's body, and countless sparks were splashed, as if gold and stone intersected. But on the contrary, Luo Yuan is like a towering mountain, allowing the sword rain to fall without any damage. Those sharp flying leaves slashed Luo Yuan hundreds of times within a few breaths, but they couldn't hurt Luo Yuan in the slightest.

"Not good!" Seeing this, how could these creatures who were secretly shooting not see Luo Yuan's extraordinary. Even their physical bodies can't withstand such an attack at all. The earth was full of holes, the trees were shattered, but Luo Yuan, like a god guarding him, was not damaged at all. His body exuded a brilliant silver glow, and there were hundreds of silver runes circulating, dazzling and awe-inspiring. It was a grass that struck, it only had two leaves, but when it shook off, countless flying leaves appeared, and it burst out with a sword aura that moved Luo Yuan slightly.

"Huh?" Luo Yuan looked at the grass, then shook his head, and his sword sense burst out, turning into a broadsword with a size of dozens of zhang, and slashed towards the grass.

"The sword qi is mixed and not pure enough, but it's a pity that it's a good treasure medicine. Luo Yuan muttered, not paying attention. Then, stretching out his finger to the right, a silver rune suddenly rushed out, turning into a three-inch silver short sword, piercing through dozens of trees and obliterating a one-eyed wolf. The one-eyed wolf didn't know how he was found before he died. It has the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, and it is even better at the art of concealment, but it died under Luo Yuan's finger.

"Roar," a tiger roared, and the trees within a radius of a hundred miles were shaken, and the leaves shook off one after another, as if it was difficult to withstand the power of its roar. Immediately afterwards, an afterimage swept by, and rushed towards Luo Yuan with a lightning speed. Luo Yuan staggered slightly, dodging the blow, and then slashed at the figure with a heavy long sword.

The figure was hit hard, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, but it quickly stood up and glared at Luo Yuan. This is a purple-haired and white-veined essence tiger, a roar can impact the monk's soul, if the cultivation is insufficient, it will be shocked to death. This race is relatively fast, and its physical body is not weak, and it is also considered a large race among the relics. When it suffered from Luo Yuan's sword, a purple light suddenly flashed above its body, blocking this killing move for it.

At this time, the Jingfang Tiger seemed to be fierce, but a fear rose in his heart. Luo Yuan just swung his sword, if it weren't for the magic weapon given by the elders of the clan on his body, he would have been really crushed by the sword qi, and his flesh and blood were flying. In its opinion, Luo Yuan was clearly just a Jindan monk who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but for some reason, he had such a powerful strength.

Luo Yuan frowned slightly, he didn't know what kind of creature this Essence Tiger was, in his mind, if every demon beast could block one or two swords from him, then it would be too slow to kill. Thinking of this, Luo Yuan simply put away the slashing spirit and slowly closed his eyes. Then, there was a shock from the center of his eyebrows, and countless sword shadows flew one after another, gradually spreading to a radius of five hundred miles. All of a sudden, all the fierce beasts within a radius of five hundred miles exploded. Luo Yuan's divine sense, after cultivating the Desert Flow Distraction Divine Technique, was transformed into sword consciousness, which was different from ordinary monks, and could only be used to explore the imperial objects. Even if he didn't practice that divine sense-type supernatural technique, his sword sense still had great power. Creatures within the scope of his divine consciousness will be slashed by indiscriminate sword sense.

With just one thought, Luo Yuan slaughtered all the demon beasts within a radius of five hundred miles, and this kind of achievement was not brilliant. If you change to an ordinary Jindan monk, who can do it? I'm afraid that when the Supreme One is as old as him, it is far from it. At this time, Luo Yuan was like a supreme walking in the Blood Nunnery Mountain, and the Son of Heaven was angry and ambushed millions of corpses, and the blood flowed like a river. Today's Luo Yuan is the pride of the day, and where he is, no demon beast dares to show up again. Although the demon beast is not afraid of death, it also has a degree. In the face of such an existence that can cut off a radius of five hundred miles in a single thought, it is a level of crushing, and the demon beast attaches more importance to the theorem that the strong are respected than the human race. No matter what race it is, as long as it is strong enough, it is enough to make the creatures retreat and submit respectfully.

Luo Yuan had nothing outside of his heart, and to him, those dead demon beasts had no value. Because, it can't play a sharpening role for him at all, and in the face of absolute strength, no matter how much Jindan Zhuji has, it will be in vain. Just as the Taihua descended here, except for the four supremes on the Blood Nunnery Mountain, the existence of the rest of the living beings was meaningless at all. It's nothing more than the difference between one slap and two slaps, that's all.

Within a radius of five hundred miles, there is no life except for Luo Yuan. He closed his eyes again and walked slowly, twenty years of which he would spend in the midst of slaughter. In fact, what he wants to fight most is the supreme heir. Since he cultivated the Tao, except for his Taoist companion Xuanya, only the principal person he saw in the treasure pavilion of Zhenlong Island was suspected to be the supreme heir. He had never seen the other Supreme Descendants. The way he wants, his current strength, if he fights with the supreme heir, he can have a few percent chance of winning. It's just that in today's world, the supreme is rare, and the supreme does not necessarily have heirs or heirs. As a result, it is difficult for him to meet a real peer Tianjiao.

To this day, there are very few people who can be called Tianjiao in the eyes of Luo Yuan, one is Duan Annie, who lives in the Guangyang Ancient School, and the other is Xuanya, the daughter of Taihua, and the last one is Yang Ao, who is next to Hao Yuanzi of Wuyuan Sect. It's just a pity that Yang Ao has extraordinary qualifications, but it is not Wan Kun who teaches him, otherwise, his strength can climb a few more points. It's not that Hao Yuanzi misunderstands people's children, but that he is above cultivation, years of precipitation, vision and experience, Hao Yuanzi is far inferior to Wan Kun.

Luo Yuan didn't walk fast, but every time he took a step, the momentum on his body would condense a point, and he had a feeling of dominating the world. In about a moment, Luo Yuan had already penetrated three hundred miles into the Blood Nunnery Mountain, but there were very few demon beasts. Occasionally, one or two of them escaped from the depths, and among them there were wild dragons like cows, and fat relics shaped like snakes with wings. They have a wide range of talents, ranging from extreme brute strength to the art of controlling fire. It's just that in front of Luo Yuan, the only thing waiting for them is death.

Liuyun has a blue robe, carries a spirit slashing sword, and the storage bag at his waist is close to him, walking on the ground in the Blood Nunnery Mountain, killing countless living beings. However, until this moment, Luo Yuan was still spotless, strolling leisurely, he was waiting. He didn't believe that those Heavenly Beasts in the depths of the Blood Nunnery Mountain didn't know about his arrival, and he didn't believe that those Heavenly Beasts would let him kill all sides and be indifferent. He was waiting, and the heavenly beast rushed out and besieged him, intending to slay him.