Chapter 72: No One Can Stop

Lin Xing walked in the front, sacrificing the Liuhe Mirror to use it as a bulldozer and moving forward all the way. Wherever he passed, a deep trench was left, with piles of bat corpses on both sides.

"These, these were all killed by you?" Fa Shan exclaimed in surprise. His rough and sturdy throat gurgled as he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Actually, it's mainly the credit of the Liuhe Mirror!" Lin Xing said modestly. The others all looked at him with disdain: You don't know how to be modest when you should be. Now is the time to promote our Qingyun Sect, but you're being modest. You're really not a good sport!

Without the bats, the cave was much quieter. Lin Xing increased the input of spiritual power, and the light emitted by the Liuhe Mirror was so dazzling that it made the cave as bright as day. The group soon reached the end.

"Heaven's Will is with Me."

Four bright - colored and powerful characters stood in front. Su Lingfeng behind let out a soft "eh" and then fell silent.

"How dare the Demonic Sect's people claim to have Heaven's Will!" Li Xun, who had been quiet since being severely beaten, finally spoke up. Originally, this line was supposed to be said by the justice - loving Miss Lu.

"All methods lead to the same end. There are also those who have attained the Dao in the Demonic Sect." Lin Xing said slowly. Looking at the four powerful, majestic, and arrogant characters, Lin Xing had a strange feeling. With the improvement of his cultivation, compared to the first time he came here, Lin Xing faintly sensed something different.

The four characters "Heaven's Will is with Me" were integrated as a whole, firm, determined, domineering, and confident. Even though a stroke in the middle was cut off, that imposing manner still remained undiminished!

That sword strike was indeed powerful, but it failed to break this imposing manner and was still defeated!

And even though the stone tablet that carried the words was split, the imposing manner was still surging and vast, without the slightest interruption. The person who engraved these words had an extremely high level of cultivation!

At that time, the only one who could achieve this was probably the Black - Hearted Old Man! The Black - Hearted Old Man!

"Junior Brother Lin Xing, how can you - "

"Alright, I know!" Lin Xing waved his hand impatiently. He didn't want to argue with these people about the differences between the righteous and the demonic. "I was just saying it casually."

Changing the topic, Lin Xing looked at the two diverging paths in front of him and said to the four from Tianyin Temple, "We must completely eliminate evil. You all from Tianyin Temple can take this side." As for Li Xun, Lin Xing didn't even glance at him.

"Okay, fine!"

The group agreed on some signals and then separated.

The six people from the Qingyun Sect went deeper. The front became darker and darker. Everyone sacrificed their magic treasures and moved forward cautiously. The deeper they went, the more rustling sounds and strange cries there were, and everything was full of oddities.

In the darkness, several strange animals jumped out from time to time. It was unknown whether they were poisonous or not. Before they could get close, they were killed by the group with a single sword strike.

"Whoosh - "

Three sounds of breaking through the air came flying. A small red fork, a dull - yellow flying sword, and a magic treasure as ugly as dog's teeth. Lin Xing, who was walking in the front, was the first to be attacked.

"Trifling skills!"

With a slight sneer, Lin Xing didn't want to expose his strength and drew the long sword from his waist.

Lin Xing, through his spiritual power, probed and clearly understood the positions, speeds, sizes, and shapes of the three magic treasures. Without even looking, he stabbed out with his sword.

Dang, dang, dang - three intense collisions. The magic treasures flew backwards. A person hidden in the darkness caught the red fork and attacked again.

Is it Jiang Laosan? You'll be the first to die!

This time, Lin Xing didn't hold back. A faint spiritual energy attached to the sword body. The long sword drove a huge spiritual energy whip and slashed down with a loud crash.

"Puff!"

It was a simple and straightforward sword strike, directly piercing Jiang Laosan's heart.

Jiang Laosan couldn't believe until his death that he was defeated just like that?

"Not good. This opponent is too strong. Retreat!" The other two people ignored the dozen or so small minions present and fled in a flash. Just as Lu Xueqi and the others were about to charge into the crowd, Lin Xing shouted urgently, "To catch the thief, first catch the ringleader. Ignore these people for now!"

The group quickly rushed forward.

Su Lingfeng looked back at the few small minions, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Really, these people this time are too powerful. Let's run quickly!" Wild Dog was sweating profusely and out of breath.

A beautiful young woman, wearing a red coat, with a charming look on her face; and a young man, holding a gold - traced fan, talking and laughing freely. The two didn't take Wild Dog's words to heart at all.

"Jiang Laosan was killed with a single sword!"

This time, when the two heard this, their faces finally changed, as if they had thought of something terrifying. Before they could recover, a black shadow flashed over and grabbed Wild Dog: "What did you say? What happened to my disciple? Ah!!?"

Wild Dog Daoist struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

"Your disciple, of course, was killed by me - "

Pieces of stone chips flew around, and six figures rushed in quickly. The leader, holding a blue - green immortal sword, was young but had an arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

"Damn it! Fuck you - "

The black shadow raised its head, and a terrifyingly ugly face came into the view of the group. With a powerful swing of its right hand, Wild Dog was smashed to the ground with a "bang", his brains splattered, and he was dead.

The remaining people in the Blood - Refining Hall were all shocked. The Blood - Sucking Demon was hot - tempered and might kill them all to avenge his disciple!

"Charge, avenge Brother Jiang!!" After a slight moment of shock, the young man holding the gold - traced fan charged into the crowd. As the fan waved, the wind rose and the clouds surged. The others saw this and followed suit, charging towards the opponents.

"Ridiculous!" Lin Xing swung his long sword, and ripples like water swept out. In an instant, three minions lost their lives.

Qi Hao, Su Lingfeng, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu, Zhang Xiaofan. The group had been following behind Lin Xing from the beginning until now and had hardly made a move. Now that there were more people, they could finally contribute to exorcising demons and safeguarding the Dao! For a while, colorful magic treasures were thrown out, and in an instant, several more people fell to the ground!

"Humph! I, Lin Feng, am not someone to be trifled with!" The fan in the young man's hand spun rapidly. The strong wind, dark clouds, and thunder and lightning gathered in the narrow cave, with great power.

"This, this is the Mountain - River Fan!" Zeng Shushu, who was knowledgeable, recognized it at a glance.

Lin Feng waved his right hand, and suddenly turned around to attack Lin Xing.

A huge mountain actually leaped out from the Mountain - River Diagram. The rugged rocks and green moss were just like the real thing!

"Arrogant and ignorant!" Lin Xing glanced at the ugly guy who had killed Wild Dog and then looked at the Mountain - River Fan.

Although in terms of quality, it was not as good as the divine weapons from the Nine Heavens. But Lin Xing was very interested in the principle of the Mountain - River Fan. Was it to seal things into the fan to make it a magic treasure? Or were the mountains and rivers in the fan all illusions, summoned by magic power?

And that roc. In the original work, Lin Feng's cultivation was limited, and he could never summon the roc. If it was really summoned, how big would it be? Would it be a living thing or a dead thing?

Lin Xing couldn't wait to snatch the fan immediately and study it!

The huge mountain stabbed down vertically. Lin Xing remained calm.

He gathered his energy and raised his sword.

The image of Dao Xuan's ultimate strike flashed through his mind.

That was a murderous sword strike!

The artistic conception of water was not as violent as that of thunder. This move was more suitable to be used with the artistic conception of thunder!

Lin Xing raised his sword and quickly slashed down!

The sword momentum made a strange pause in the air and then struck out suddenly. An aura of destruction like thunder spread out and crashed into the huge mountain!

The entire cave shook. The huge mountain was actually split in half from the middle! Cracks, winding and zigzagging, spread all over the mountain body, without any pattern, just like the traces of lightning on a thunder - storm day!

Lin Feng's face turned pale. The huge mountain returned to the fan, and the misty and beautiful mountain scenery in the fan was now full of cracks.

"Chi!" After a low sound, Lin Feng fell to the ground, and the Mountain - River Fan was in Lin Xing's hands.

Lin Xing walked step by step towards the others and said softly, "What, are you afraid to come forward?"

Bright red blood dripped from the sword body. As the people from the Demonic Sect saw Lin Xing approaching, they involuntarily took a step back, their faces full of fear.