"Hades, die!"

As Park Xingrui used the secret technique, his whole person's strength also increased significantly, and then he punched Chu Fan!

Boom!

Park Sung-rui defended the Shura Sword Formation.

I saw that he hit a flying sword in the Shura Sword Formation with one punch, but although the flying sword trembled, it did not receive a substantial blow.

After all, it is a clone formed by Park Xingrui's power of faith, and his strength is naturally extraordinary.

For a while, Park Xingrui and Chu Fan's Shura sword formations were on par, and they were deadlocked.

"Star picker!"

Chu Fan didn't give Park Xingrui any time to rest, and used the star picking hand again.

The huge palm grasped Park Xingrui.

"No!"

yelled, Park Xingrui was unwilling to fail:

"The power of faith. ”

Park Xingrui's whole body suddenly emitted a faint golden light, becoming extremely sacred.

As a martial artist at the peak of the transcendent realm, Park Xingrui is already over one hundred and eighty years old.

And he is also one of the founders of the Han Martial Arts Pavilion, which has been particularly powerful in recent years, vaguely having the posture of the first Martial Arts Pavilion, so there are countless disciples.

There are also many warriors from South Korea and even abroad who come to pay homage and worship, which makes Park Sung-rui collect countless power of faith.

With the roar of Park Xingrui's clone, the rest of the faith power in the Han Wudo Hall frantically surged towards Park Xingrui's body.

Park Sung-rui wants to make a last-ditch effort.

"You better go. ”

Chu Fan naturally wouldn't give Park Xingrui a chance to resist, not that Chu Fan was afraid that Park Xingrui would absorb the power of faith and become stronger, but that he didn't want to waste time here.

You must know that now Park Xingrui's true body has even rushed to the land of the Fallen Saint.

"Heaven Slashing Five Styles, Fourth Style!"

"Sword Swinging Starry Sky!"

With the star picker, Chu Fan used the Shura sword to slash at Park Xingrui's clone with a sword.

Sting!

The head of Park Sung-rui's clone of faith flew out and died.

Because it was a doppelganger, after the death of "Park Xingrui", there was no blood flowing out, and the corpse of "Park Xingrui" turned into countless pale golden power of faith.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The next moment, an unexpected mutation, countless powers of faith, suddenly rushed towards Chu Fan, and in an instant, Chu Fan was completely enveloped.

"That's what you're going to do?"

"Be smart. ”

Looking at the power of faith that completely bound him, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Chu Fan's mouth.

Park Xingrui also knew that with the Lord of Shadow Killing, the Master of the Night, and his clone of faith, it was impossible to stop Chu Fan.

Using the power of faith to temporarily restrain Chu Fan, seal Chu Fan here, and create time for him to refine everything in the Holy Land, this is Park Xingrui's real wishful thinking.

The power of faith is also a once-in-a-lifetime treasure.

However, there are restrictions on this kind of treasure, and the power of faith only belongs to the person who is worshipped, so Park Xingrui is not worried, he has used it for so many years, and the power of faith that he has carefully collected was obtained by Chu Fan.

His plan was that after he had refined everything in the Fallen Holy Land and broken through, he would return to the Han Martial Arts Hall, kill Chu Fan, and then collect the power of faith again.

However, Park Sung-rui thought too much!

"Netherland. ”

In an instant, purple-black netherworld demonic qi slowly floated out of Chu Fan's body, enveloping all the power of Pu Xingrui's faith.

"Refining!" Chu Fan said indifferently.

The Netherworld Demon Qi has a terrifying corrosive nature, completely removing the mark of Park Xingrui from the power of faith, this power of faith has no owner, and can naturally be refined by Chu Fan.

A few minutes later, the precious power of faith that Park Xingrui had worked so hard and spent decades to collect appeared in Chu Fan's hands.

Looking at the power of faith in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Chu Fan's mouth.

It's a good thing, an unexpected surprise!

Chu Fan carefully put away the power of faith, and Chu Fan will be of great use in the future.

"And you, go and die. ”

"Nine Nether Hell Hell!"

In an instant, the Nine Netherworld Hells enveloped all the places nearby, and under the Netherworld Aura, the Night Master had no way to hide.

Sou!

In the end, the master of the dark night also died under Chu Fan's Shura Sword Array, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Night Master, die!

"Devour!"

Chu Fan naturally would not let go of the Night Master, as well as the soul of the Shadow Killer Lord who had died before.

"Seoraksan Mountain!"

After refining the souls of the two, Chu Fan finally learned the specific location of the Fallen Holy Land.

The Fallen Holy Land is in the depths of Seorak Mountain!

Seoraksan Mountain, the second largest national park in South Korea, is the highest level of the Taebaek Mountains!

Mt. Seoraksan is home to a steep mountain of more than 1,500 meters above sea level, strange rocks and pines, a variety of large forests, large waterfalls, streams running through a long and narrow valley, and even mysterious ruins and ancient legends.

With the death of the Night Master, the originally dark hall suddenly became brighter.

However, the original antique hall has completely collapsed and turned into ruins.

"Hades?"

The countless onlookers standing in the distance were shocked when they saw that only Chu Fan came out.

"Lord, where's the Guardian?"

The hall master of the Han Martial Arts Hall shouted loudly.

Originally, there were four people here, but now there is only one left.

Where did the Guardian, the Night Master, and the Shadow Slayer go?

For a while, the owner of the Han Martial Arts Hall couldn't believe that all this was true.

"Dead. ”

The cold voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, and it was chilling.

"No!

Hearing Chu Fan's words, the hall master of the Han Martial Arts Hall yelled, and in an instant, his eyes turned scarlet.

"Kill him!"

"Avenge your lordship!"

The next moment, the hall master of the Han Martial Arts Hall went straight to Chu Fan.

"Kill!"

"Avenge your lordship!"

Under the leadership of the master of the Han Martial Arts Pavilion, some of the disciples of the Han Martial Arts Pavilion killed Chu Fan at a high level.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me. ”

"Nine Nether Hells, devour it!"

In the blink of an eye, the Nine Netherworld Hells enveloped everyone here, as well as most of the Han Martial Arts Hall.

"Ahh

"No!"

"I don't want to die!"

Countless terrible screams came, and the black python turned into the Netherworld Demon Qi dragged all these high-level disciples of the Han Martial Arts Hall into the depths of the Nine Netherworld.

After a few minutes, the scene fell silent, and after devouring countless souls, the range of the Nine Netherworld Prisons expanded to a few tens of meters again.

"From today onwards, there will be no Han Martial Arts Hall in the world!"

Using mana, Chu Fan shouted.

The majestic sound was like Hwang Jong Dae-ro, and soon spread throughout the city of Busan!

In an instant, the whole of Busan was boiling!

A few minutes later, the news of the Korean Martial Arts Hall being flattened spread throughout South Korea!

It was like a major earthquake that swept across South Korea and shook the Korean Peninsula!!