A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Before their eyes flashed, they found themselves in an unfamiliar world.

"Where is this?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Fearing they might come to the wrong place again, they looked around, surveying their surroundings.

Before me stretched an endless wasteland, dotted with broken swords.

In the distance, a tower stands, emanating an ancient sword aura.

"Sword Stele Tower!"

That's right!

This is it!

They finally arrived at the true place of inheritance.

"Be careful, something might happen here!"

Xie Nantian reminded him in a low voice.

He saw a layer of black mist surrounding him, and the mist was unusual, exuding a cold and eerie aura.

Upon hearing this, everyone became wary.

Bai Jie walked to Luo Fan's side. "Stay close to me."

Luo Fan nodded, gripping the God-Slaying Sword tightly. The sword vibrated, as if it were on guard against something.

Xiong Chumo, carrying a large sledgehammer, looked around. "This place is so eerie, could there be something dirty here?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Lu Qingdai's delicate body trembled slightly. She exhaled and forced herself to cheer up.

The group cautiously made their way toward the Sword Stele Tower, and the closer they got, the stronger the sword intent became.

Many disciples with weaker cultivation levels had sweat on their foreheads and were breathing rapidly.

"Such powerful pressure!"

"As expected of the place where the ancestor left behind his legacy."

Only Xie Nantian, Bai Jie, and a few others were able to remain calm.

Luo's expression remained unchanged.

The sword intent here did not reject him; on the contrary, it was somewhat close to him.

Perhaps it was because he received the inheritance in the Sword Intent Corridor.

We walked a hundred feet to the tower.

"Waaaaah!!"

The black mist suddenly surged, and dozens of black shadows rushed out from all directions!

"alert!"

Xie Nantian shouted sharply, drawing his longsword.

Bai Jie, Lu Qingdai, Xiong Chumo, and the others instantly entered battle mode.

The shadowy figure landed, revealing its form.

They were all shrouded in black robes, their faces hidden under hoods, only revealing pairs of scarlet eyes.

"Demonic cultivator!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

The leader was tall, with a black robe embroidered with blood-red handprint patterns.

"Hehehe..."

He let out a shrill laugh, "Little kids of Peach Blossom Temple, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Who are you?

Xie Nantian gripped his longsword tightly and said coldly.

"I am Bloodhand, an outer guard of the Soul-Slaying Hall, and I have been waiting here for some time on orders!"

The man in black licked his lips. "A mere fallen sect dares to be an enemy of my Soul Killing Temple!"

This place will be your final resting place!

Before the words were even finished!

Dozens of demonic cultivators simultaneously formed hand seals and chanted incantations, their eerie chants sounding like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

A sharp pain shot through everyone's head, the scene before their eyes distorted, and they swayed unsteadily.

"Oh no! It's a sonic attack!"

Xie Nantian shouted sternly, "Keep your mind focused! Don't let it distract you!"

With his cultivation level, the sound waves had little effect on him.

However, several disciples with weaker cultivation levels had their eyes turn red rapidly, appearing as if they had gone mad.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

"You fiend! Prepare to die!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos, with some disciples who had recovered charging towards the group of demonic cultivators.

Some of the affected disciples even attacked their own companions.

"Save them!"

Bai Jie glanced at Luo Fan, and while her icy sword energy slashed at the demons, she temporarily suppressed the demon-suppressing sound.

Luo Fan also secretly used magic to restore the minds of those affected.

Unfortunately, there were too many demonic cultivators, and each of them was fearless and disregarded their own lives.

"Protect your junior brothers and sisters!"

Xie Nantian slashed and sent two demonic cultivators flying.

Chu Wuyai, Shen Fufeng, Zhao Jingzhou, Yan Wujiu, and others also made their moves.

There are far too many demonic cultivators, especially that Blood Hand, who is at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

He struck out with his palm, and the blood-red palm print sent three disciples flying.

"Hahaha! That's great!"

Bloodhand laughed wildly, "Today I will annihilate all of you righteous prodigies here!"

The battle was intense, quickly escalating to a fever pitch.

Qin Shou hid at the back of the crowd, hoping to find a chance to slip away, but a demonic cultivator had his eye on him.

"Hehe, this kid has fair skin and tender flesh, his blood and energy must be very nourishing."

The demonic cultivator licked the blade and lunged at Qin Shou.

"Get out of here!"

In his panic, Qin Shou threw out several explosive talismans.

The talisman exploded, but it only made the demonic cultivator pause for a moment.

"A trivial skill."

The demonic cultivator grinned maliciously and slashed down with his sword.

Qin Shou was so frightened that he closed his eyes and waited for death.

clang!

A dark silver longsword blocked the attack and forced the demonic cultivator back.

"Luo Fan?"

Qin Shou was stunned.

"Back off if you don't want to die."

Luo Fan's voice was calm as he darted out again.

That demonic cultivator was clearly not weak.

With a cultivation level at the peak of the second level of Foundation Establishment and ruthless swordsmanship, he was repeatedly defeated by Luo Fan's sword.

"There's something fishy about this kid!"

The demonic cultivator was alarmed and turned to flee.

How could Luo Fan grant his wish? The God-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into a stream of light, piercing through the man's back.

The demonic cultivator's eyes widened, and he collapsed dead. Qin Shou breathed a sigh of relief and was about to express his gratitude...

"Be careful!"

It was Xie Nantian's voice.

Another demonic cultivator circled around to his side, a look of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Let's die together!"

The demonic energy surged wildly, and his body expanded rapidly, clearly indicating that he was about to self-destruct!

Bai Jie's expression changed drastically.

But they were too close, and she couldn't stop them in time.

boom--!!!

The self-destruction of a Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator was terrifying, and Qin Shou, who was closest to the target, was the first to be hit.

"No!"

He only had time to let out a scream before he was thrown away.

puff!

Qin Shou coughed up a mouthful of blood and his breathing became weak.

He struggled to look up at Luo Fan, "You...you did this on purpose..."

"You're just unlucky."

Luo Fan stood not far from him, completely unharmed.

Qin Shou pointed at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, his head tilted to the side and he died.

"Senior Brother!"

Several disciples of the Pill Hall rushed forward and found that Qin Shou had already stopped breathing.

"Luo Fan! You're the one who killed our senior brother!"

One of them pointed at Luo Fan and roared, "If it weren't for you, Senior Brother wouldn't be dead!"

"I saved him once."

Luo Fan looked at the man with indifferent eyes, "It's because his cultivation is insufficient that he couldn't dodge it."

The man was frightened by Luo Fan's gaze, took two steps back, and dared not say another word.

But the hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The battle continues.

Luo Fan, sword in hand, charged into the group of demonic cultivators.

His swordsmanship looked very ordinary; it was just simple slashing, thrusting, parrying, and sweeping.

Yet each sword strike always hits the opponent's vital point precisely, and also saves his fellow disciples from danger.

"Junior Brother Luo, watch out on your left!"

A fellow disciple urgently reminded him.

Without even looking, Luo Fan swung his sword backhand, severing the throat of the demonic cultivator who lunged from the left.

"Junior Brother Luo, save me!"

A female disciple was surrounded and attacked by two demonic cultivators, and was in grave danger.

A flash of sword light appeared in Luo Fan's hand, and two demonic cultivators fell to the ground simultaneously.

"this??"

The crowd gradually realized something was wrong; Luo Fan's luck was simply too good.

He always managed to kill the demonic cultivator at the perfect moment, and he always managed to save people at the perfect moment.

Moreover, his sword is too strange.

The sword seemed to be absorbing the blood energy of the demonic cultivator, turning an increasingly dark red.

Bai Jie kept an eye on Luo Fan while fighting.

When she saw the fleeting, icy killing intent in Luo Fan's eyes, she was slightly shaken.

She realized that Luo Fan didn't want to repel these demonic cultivators, but rather to kill them all!

These people are too comfortable now and have long forgotten the threat posed by the Soul Killing Hall.

Luo Fan is different!

His master died at the hands of a demonic cultivator!

He once said that he would surely eradicate all evil forces in the world.

She had also promised to stay with him.

"How dare you?"

Luo Fan's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Bai Jie snapped out of her daze and discovered that a demonic cultivator had circled around behind her, about to launch a sneak attack.

A flash of sword light.

The demonic cultivator collapsed to the ground.

"They're fighting, don't peek at me."

Luo Fan sheathed his sword, reached out and put his arm around her slender waist. "I have a treasure. I'll show it to you when we get back."

"Pooh!"

Bai Jie blushed, broke free from his embrace, and charged straight at the leader, Blood Hand.

The battle lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

With everyone's combined efforts, dozens of demonic cultivators were all killed.

Blood Hand was severely injured by the combined efforts of Luo Fan, Xie Nantian, and Bai Jie, ultimately pushing him to the brink of despair.

He glared at Luo Fan with a sinister grin, "The Palace Master will not let you off the hook. A blood feud spanning ten thousand years will surely be settled today!"

boom!

The aftershocks of the self-destruction blasted a crater in the ground.

When the smoke cleared, the arena was a mess, and all the Peach Blossom spectators and disciples were injured.

Qin Shou was killed in battle, and five of his disciples were seriously injured and unconscious; their fates are unknown.

More than ten people sustained minor injuries and were barely able to stand.

Xie Nantian's face was grim.

There were more than 30 people when they arrived, but now there are less than 20 left who can still fight.

The disciples of the Pill Hall surrounded Qin Shou's corpse, all looking up and staring at Luo Fan with resentment.

"If it weren't for him, Senior Brother wouldn't have died!"

"He did it on purpose!"

"Yes! He could have saved him, but he deliberately let our senior brother die at the hands of the demonic cultivators!"

"He's getting revenge!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Fan, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, opened his eyes.

"I saved him once, but he couldn't avoid it on his own. It has nothing to do with me. If you disagree, then so be it."

He stood up, pointing the God-Slaying Sword at the group, "I don't mind sending you down to join him."