Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1395 His strength was simply unbelievable.

Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as solitary as a pine tree atop a towering peak.

A strong wind swept past his clothes, its rustling carrying an ancient silence.

It had been a long time since anyone had come to die, which made him frown slightly.

Could it be that the bounty offered by the Celestial Race, which could drive cultivators mad, could actually scare away these desperate criminals?

How could that be? The bounty offered by the Celestial Race is quite high; these desperate criminals wouldn't give up so easily.

"Kid, they came together this time..."

At this moment, Lao Long Li Gao's thoughts suddenly exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness, with a hint of mockery in the vibration.

A cold glint flashed in Su Fan's eyes. Just as he expected, these guys were not going to give up such a generous reward.

However, this time they learned their lesson and actually came as a group to their deaths.

It's good that they came together; it saves me the trouble.

Of course, this time we can't be as arrogant as before.

With that thought, he leaped off the solitary peak, his dark figure slicing through the sky before crashing into the lush, verdant forest below.

The moment he landed, his eyes narrowed sharply, and wisps of dark, demonic smoke instantly rose from his pores, initially as thin as gossamer threads, but in an instant they transformed into a boiling torrent of ink.

"boom……"

Amidst the surging demonic smoke, Su Fan's body grew at a visible speed, the sound of his bones shifting like muffled thunder, and his demonic body, over a thousand feet tall, pierced through the clouds in an instant.

A sickening "crackling" sound came from the joints, and one after another, hideous bone spikes broke through the wall, their sharp points refracting the sunlight into an arc of death.

Fine black scales surged wildly from beneath his skin, sweeping over his entire body like a tidal wave. Each scale gleamed with a cold light, like black iron being quenched, and layer upon layer they wove together to form an indestructible demonic armor.

There are also faint traces of crimson dragon scales, as if the might of an ancient dragon flows between the scales.

On its enormous head, countless tentacles danced wildly like black serpents, swaying in terrifying arcs in the gale.

The two horns on his forehead meander like ink dragons, and the swirling black mist seems to be alive, constantly pulsating.

The vertical eye between his brows suddenly opened, its eerie green light like a poisoned dagger, seemingly capable of piercing through the illusions of the Three Realms and Six Paths.

"They are coming..."

Su Fan's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile.

The sound of wind breaking erupted simultaneously from all directions in the mountains and forests. More than a thousand cultivators swept through like locusts, their various magical treasures tearing through the morning mist and instantly forming an impenetrable encirclement.

The thousands of sect leaders watching from afar held their breath, their fingers unconsciously clenching.

This time, it's not the previous piecemeal approach. A thousand Nascent Soul cultivators working together are enough to crush any immortal sect.

Sensing the murderous intent surrounding him, Su Fan let out a low laugh.

"Ouch..."

He roared to the sky, and a tidal wave of evil power suddenly swept out.

An invisible ripple, formed by the terrifying sonic vibrations visible to the naked eye, resembled a surging black tsunami, spreading wildly in all directions with a destructive force.

Wherever the ripples reached, the space seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand, rippling with eerie and twisted waves, reflecting a chilling scene like a shattered mirror.

It was as if a terrifying pleura, beyond the comprehension of the world, was tearing through layers of space and crossing boundaries with overwhelming force.

The whole world was trembling, as if it might collapse and disintegrate at any moment under this powerful pressure.

Su Fan's True Dragon Power covered an area of ​​nearly ten thousand miles.

Suddenly, an immense and sharp pressure, like a colossal mountain forged by an ancient demon god, descended from the sky without warning, crashing directly into the depths of everyone's hearts. Even the top-level figures from various sects of the Quwu Starfield who were watching the battle felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, their divine senses rippled by the shock.

The situation would be even worse if there were over a thousand cultivators scattered all around, ready to surround and kill him.

Although they had completely surrounded Su Fan, before they could even make a move, they were attacked by the might of the True Dragon.

They were struck dumb, their bodies frozen in mid-air.

Su Fan took out a small triangular flag, about the size of a palm, from his storage ring and then waved it sharply.

"Boom..."

The moment the flag unfurled, a phantom of a dragon hundreds of feet long burst forth from it, its roar shaking the mountains.

As the phantom passed by, dozens of stunned cultivators were instantly crushed into a bloody mist, their severed limbs raining down on the forest.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson whip shot out from his sleeve, transforming into a flaming serpent over a hundred feet long as it flew in the wind.

Wherever the "Tai Xuan Binding Immortal Whip" passed, the air sizzled and burned, and the stagnant cultivators were blown apart like kites, their blood, flesh, and bone fragments splattering all over the clouds.

"Roar……"

A ninth-order blood zombie, hundreds of feet tall, burst forth from the Gathering Yin Secret Realm, its corpse energy splashing like ink, instantly turning the grass and trees in its path to ashes.

With each step it took, the earth cracked open with spiderweb-like ravines, leaving several cultivators who had just recovered from their shock still unable to react.

It was already gripped by the giant claws of the blood zombie and forced into its gaping maw of fangs. The sound of chewing mixed with the crunching of bones was terrifying.

"Whoosh..."

The "Thunderbolt Sword," which had been stirring within Su Fan's body for some time, surged into the sky, enveloped in dazzling purple lightning.

The thunderous sword cry pierced the eardrums painfully; the sword's momentum was like a reversed Milky Way, carrying an extremely piercing whistle, instantly tearing through space, causing the entire space to tremble visibly.

The "Thunderbolt Sword" swept past with an overwhelming momentum, unleashing a vast and mighty force.

Wherever the blinding sword light passed, the floating cultivators were all cleaved in two, their blood splattering everywhere along the sword's trajectory.

Su Fan took a deep breath, and the scales on his demonic body suddenly stood up.

"Dragon and Elephant Steps..."

An ancient, demonic dragon-elephant phantom rose from the ground behind him, blotting out the sky.

The moment the massive demonic foot landed, it was like a meteorite crashing into the earth.

"Rumble..."

With a deafening roar, terrifying energy ripples spread wildly from him.

It was as if an immense destruction was about to descend, the entire world was in turmoil, and space was shaking violently under the impact, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Under the overwhelming impact, the trembling space shook violently, and the ground soil cracked open layer by layer, with crisscrossing cracks stretching for dozens of miles, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The earth cracked, space distorted, and everything within a hundred miles was reduced to dust by this earth-shattering power.

The floating cultivators were like ants being crushed by an invisible giant hand. Blood rain mixed with broken bones stained the mountains for miles, and even the gale was tainted with a strong, pungent smell.

At this moment, the thousands of powerful figures from various sects in the Quwu Star Region who were watching the battle were all stunned by the scene before them.

This little devil's strength is simply unbelievable.

In just a short while, more than half of the more than a thousand cultivators involved had perished.

(End of this chapter)