Looking into the distance, there is a tall stone mountain standing in the middle of the earth dozens of miles away.

Maybe there will be a passage to the next layer in the stone mountain? Lin Fan's footsteps quickened, his soft linen shoes stepped lightly on the ground, and his body jumped up.

It was like a puff of green smoke half-floating in the air, and the tips of the toes moved on the waist-high tips of the artemisia grass.

The tip of the grass bent slightly, his body was like an electric shot, and Lin Fan was like a floating wild horse galloping on the ground.

Dozens of miles, crossed by Lin Fan's time of a pillar of incense, the stone mountains in front of him were square and square, and around the mountain, Lin Fan's face was gloomy.

This mountain is several miles in circumference, surrounded by cliffs, like a mirror, smooth and abnormal.

Lin Fan looked at the mountain hundreds of zhang high and had some difficulty, with his current cultivation, he would never be able to step to the top of the mountain.

Under the corner of the mountain, there are even more white bones, and the rotten bones like rotten wood make people a little sick.

Occasionally, a few wisps of phosphorus burn on the low-lying terrain.

If you think there was a bloody battle here, you can't explain everything here.

What kind of place is this, Lin Fan has no record in his memory.

Touching the smooth stone wall with his hand, Lin Fan fell into deep thought, this is not the Demon Suppression Tower at all, but, but the Demon Suppression Tower.

A sudden memory fragment made him instantly understand his current situation, and it seemed that he was deceived by Du Qiang.

The Demon Suppression Tower was originally to suppress the Demon Cultivators, and the vitality in the tower was thin, and some extremely ferocious Demon Cultivators who were captured by the Flying Immortal Gate would be suppressed in this tower.

The years are ruthless, and since the establishment of the Flying Immortal Gate, countless demons have died in the tower, and this is a Jedi with no entry and no exit.

It's no wonder that there are countless corpses piled up around the stone mountain, and these demons are eager to rush into the next layer of the tower, where the vitality will be more or less higher than the first floor.

Lin Fan wanted to understand what was going on, and immediately gritted his teeth and said: "If I, Lin Fan, don't die, I will take revenge, Du Qiang, you will wash your neck and wait for me to come out of the tower!"

Just when Lin Fan was still regretting believing too much in people's words, a burst of "chatter" strange laughter came from all directions.

The sound in the empty wilderness, like white bones grinding teeth, makes people shudder.

Lin Fan's face changed, and his superb divine sense dispersed in all directions.

The mirror image of the land of the rocky mountains for miles came to mind.

The wind howled, the waist-high grass crept on the ground, and hundreds of ragged, scrawny crowds came to mind.

The yellow-skinned monks, holding various weapons in their hands, swung around Lin Fan.

A pair of scarlet eyes burst with greed and bloodlust, but more of a desire to live.

Feeling the breath slightly emanating from their bodies, Lin Fan's tense heart relaxed.

These group of demon cultivators whose cultivation has dropped to the extreme, in terms of the fluctuations in their bodies, are almost the same as mortals.

Any cultivator who cultivates in this lifeless space will end up with the same fate as the bones on the ground.

Lin Fan sneered in his heart, casually took the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword on his back in his hand, and strode forward.

His powerful legs crushed the bones under his feet into powder, and the crowd on the opposite side ran just as fast.

The whole world was covered by bone powder raised on the ground, like a white snow flying in the air.

From a kilometer to a hundred meters, the crowd erupted in crazy screams, and their swaying bodies suddenly moved.

Clusters of blood-colored murderous aura emanated from their bodies, and countless Yin Hong's murderous aura gathered in the sky above the crowd, slowly connecting into one, and a huge blood cloud appeared in the gray sky.

A rusty weapon flashed with cold light, and the cold breath made the wild grass on the ground condense into snow-white frost.

Facing him head-on, the heavy sword in Lin Fan's hand was raised high, and an ordinary heavy blow collided with the swarming flow of people.

The epee has no edge, no skill, no fancy, only a competition of strength and strength.

"Smack,"

The dense flow of people was under Lin Fan's sword and divided into two.

Wherever the blade passed, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the broken flesh and bones flying in all directions were like powder bursting in the air.

None of the demon cultivators who were shattered by Lin Fan's heavy sword screamed, but those living demon cultivators saw the splashed flesh and blood even more excited.

Lin Fan, who was submerged in the stream, was attacked from all directions, and a "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword was wielded impermeable.

The big sword crossed his chest, Lin Fan put the dozens of weapons cut down high in front of him on his chest, the big sword shook lightly, countless figures flew upside down, and with a step on his feet, his body swooped out like lightning, making the weapons that stabbed behind him fall short.

At this time, Lin Fan's body was blood-red, and countless viscous blood stained him red.

This scene reminded him of the bloody battle in the starry sky back then.

With a sword in his hand, he smashed a person's head into a blood mist, and Lin Fan roared excitedly against the blood mist.

The rolling laughter was like thunder on the ground, making the heavens and the earth echo with this high roar for a while.

A slap of the basic swordsmanship was used like a split wind, and there was a rain of blood where Lin Fan passed.

Kill one person in one step, kill one sword and kill in one step.

No demon cultivator died under Lin Fan's sword.

In just one cup of tea, hundreds of people were left dead in the wilderness.

At this time, on the stone mountain behind Lin Fan, there were four old men sitting cross-legged, each dressed in black, and playing with a blood-red long knife in a pair of shriveled palms.

The old man sitting at the top raised his eyes to look at the scene at the bottom of the mountain, and said slowly: " Fourth, this human body is amazing, a body of flesh and blood contains countless vitality, although you and I can't survive in the two-story tower, but in this layer of the tower is also the pinnacle of existence, although the group of ants below you and I don't have to care, but it's also a group of good dogs guarding the door, if he lets him kill you, I will have no one available, you go to kill this person now, don't take the flesh and blood, I just need the storage ring on his finger, I want to have this thing at such an age, it seems that his net worth is not cheap, if you can make up a hundred spirit stones, you and I can also get "blood slaughter" With the protection of adults, you can also leave this barren world and enter the second-layer world."

The old man sitting at the bottom of the hill looked at Lin Fan, who was killing the Quartet at the foot of the mountain, and said respectfully: "Such an ant with a knife ear!"

After speaking, the old man got up, and a peak cultivation suddenly broke out, he raised the long knife, stomped on the ground with both feet, and rose in the air.

Leaping down from the top of the mountain, the blood-red long knife rose high in the air, and a dark red sword flashed on the sharp edge.

Lin Fan had just repelled dozens of people around him, and suddenly a figure above his head fell at high speed like a goshawk, and Lin Fan's face changed when he felt the howling sound that tore through the air.

Raising his eyes, there was only a terrible sword light in his eyes, and the coercion that burst out on the knife body made Lin Fan instantly understand that this person's cultivation was far beyond his own.

The sword light was blood-red and miserable, and an old and cold cheek was hidden in the sword light.

Lin Fan roared, and the air wave was like a wave, and a visible air wave overturned countless figures around him.