Chapter 162: Divine Weapon, the Tyrant Demon Sword!

gshān Island, and by then, who knows where Fellow Daoist will die."All the little sprites gasped and involuntarily took a step back.This is a naked threat.But such threats are often the most effective..."That's great!"

Seeing this scene, Meng Fengcheng and the others were overjoyed!

This bastard is finally dead.

"Haha! You mongrel! This is your end!" Luo Xiu was incredibly excited!

"No!"

Only Lin Xueyan dared not believe, watching this scene, tears couldn't help but slide down.

"See, this is what happens to those who cross me. Don't worry, next it's your turn."

Mengfeng City's eyes swept over Lin Xueyan greedily. He had never played with such a beauty before.

"Wait! Something's not right!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at him.

What's wrong

"Tian Meng's knife didn't hit Fang Chen!"

Everyone was startled and looked around.

The blade indeed pierced through the heart.

But soon everyone realized something was wrong. There was no blood on the blade that pierced through the heart.

Meanwhile, an object flew out from Fang Chen's body. It was a doll.

The doll floated in mid-air, with a knife wound on its chest, similar in location to Fang Chen's heart.

This is precisely the substitute death doll Fang Chen exchanged for.

Fang Chen hadn't expected that the plush toy he had just replaced would save his life so quickly.

"It's okay."

Upon seeing Fang Chen was alright, Lin Xueyan broke into a smile.

But she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

"Quick, get the finishing blow!" Meng Fengcheng roared!

Tian Meng also sensed something was amiss! He drew his blade and lunged at Fang Chen's heart once more.

Fang Chen suddenly turned his head, and his Soul Heaven Demon Eyes opened.

At that moment, Tian Meng felt a sharp pain in his head. His swordsmanship faltered instantly, slicing past Fang Chen's cheek and leaving a deep gash.

Trash

Meng Fengcheng cursed under his breath and rushed towards Fang Chen, intending to settle things himself.

But when Fang Chen's gaze fell on him with icy coldness, his heart skipped a beat.

"It's too late," Fang Chen said coldly.

The next moment! A deafening crack! Accompanied by an overwhelming surge of magic!

Divine Soldiers and Demon Swords! Pulled out by Fang Chen!

"No!"

The demon sword spirit roared in fear, leaving the stone platform. This meant Fang Chen had passed the assessment, and it could no longer resist, forced to acknowledge him as its master.

At the moment it was drawn, Fang Chen's aura shifted. Magic energy swirled around him, and the phantom of the Sword Demon reappeared behind him.

And this time, the afterimage was even clearer.

Fang Chen's sword swept across the field at will towards Tian Meng.

Tian Meng's face changed drastically! He hastily raised his knife to block.

But his magical treasures were like paper before the divine weapons, shattering in an instant!

This strike! The first slash landed on Tian Meng!

"No!"

Tian Meng shouted in terror, believing himself to be inevitably doomed.

But the divine soldiers swept past, and he remained unharmed.

"Huh"

He was filled with doubt, then sneered: "So this is all the divine weapon is good for"

But the next moment, the world around him changed drastically. Countless malevolent spirits surged forth from heaven and earth! They roared as they charged toward him!

"No!"

He screamed in terror, wanting to resist but unable to do anything.

The vengeful spirit frantically tore at him, no matter how he struggled it was useless.

"Ouch!"

A scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire platform.

This is the Divine Weapon, the Demon Slayer Sword!

Others looked at Tian Meng in horror, they could see a ghostly apparition tearing at him, chunks of flesh being ripped away.

But Tian Meng was not dead. He could clearly feel every inch of flesh, bone being constantly gnawed at. From head to toe, he was devoured completely, reduced to nothingness.

Even the souls were devoured by the vengeful spirits.

Meng Fengcheng stared intently at the Tujie Sword, that blade which rightfully belonged to him! Only he was worthy of wielding such a divine weapon!

"Let's go! We have so many of us! Are we afraid of him alone" Meng Fengcheng roared: "If he doesn't die, it will be us who dies!"

Luo Xiu was also greedily eyeing the Slaughter Sword, and shouted: "Do you think there is still a way out here Or do you think this demon would let us go!"

Everyone stared at Fang Chen's icy crimson gaze, understanding that he would not let them go.

"All in!"

"He's just one person! We are so many, why would we be afraid of him!"

"Let's go!"

A crowd roared, over ten people wielded their magical artifacts, unleashing divine powers, and charging towards Fang Chen.

Fang Chen stared at them with icy eyes, walking and wielding his slaughter sword!

Bang!

One sword strike! The incoming divine power was shattered! Along with these ten-odd people, they were all struck! Countless ferocious ghosts instantly crazily tore at them.

Everyone gasped at the sight! With a single move, he wiped out over ten people! This divine soldier is too powerful.

Fang Chen's eyes were cold, staring at Meng Feng City: "All of you, you are all going to die."

The next moment, the only exit from the platform, a ladder leading to the sky, was suddenly blocked by a force. The platform completely became a desperate place with no way out.

This left those cultivators who were constantly retreating down the ladder with faces full of despair!

Fang Chen came to Lin Xueyan's side and checked on her condition.

But Lin Xueyan had nearly burned away almost all of the life essence in her body, with only one breath left.

This moment caused Fang Chen's killing intent to reach its peak.

He could only feed Lin Xueyan the best healing pills he had, but this would only be a temporary solution.

"Keep going! All of you, keep going! Do you think he'll have mercy on you"

At that moment, Meng Fengcheng roared!

"Kill!"

Western Noodles Eight Directions, people rushed towards Fang Chen! They wanted to overwhelm Fang Chen with their numbers and wear him down!

Fang Chen's eyes were cold, one hand holding Lin Xueyan's slender waist, letting her lean against him. The other hand held the Tu Jie Sword, his gaze sharp and fierce.

Let this platform be flooded with blood today.

As soon as he spoke, he brandished the divine weapon in his hand!

Every sword strike! Ghostly spirits unleashed! Touch brings death!

This is the power of divine weapons!

And their divine powers bombarded Fang Chen, but they were unable to cause any harm.

At this moment, Fang Chen was like a devil possessed, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only the desire to kill.

"Ah!"

"Don't!"

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Screams echoed throughout the second floor, even those cultivators on the lower level who hadn't climbed onto the platform could hear them clearly.

They stared in terror at the platform, where demonic clouds were now swirling and the smell of blood permeated the air from afar. Blood dripped incessantly from its surface.

And where is the final opportunity, that's hell!

They were incredibly thankful that they hadn't climbed up, or they would have surely died.

Fang Chen went completely mad from killing.

All Luo family cultivators, die!

All the cultivators of the Yi family, die!

Thousand miles shadow assassin, die!

The number of people here has decreased from thousands, to eight hundred, then five hundred, two hundred, one hundred, and finally fifty.

During the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were nothing but gnawed white bones left, splattered with blood all over the ground. And people huddled in corners, trembling with fear.

Meng Fengcheng and Luo Xiu were terrified out of their wits. At this moment, they no longer had any courage to resist.

And Fang Chen was bleeding from the seven orifices at this moment, his face pale with terror.

The divine soldiers are too powerful, wielding so many swords has already exceeded the limit.

But Fang Chen's momentum remained undiminished. He stood on the blood water, his gaze cold as he stared at Meng Fengcheng and the others, stepping closer step by step.

"Don't kill me! I'm willing to be your slave! Please don't kill me!"

A monk knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"

Don't kill me!

"

"I'm being forced! I didn't attack you!"

One person knelt down, and then others followed suit.

Bang!

But Fang Chen still swung his Purgatory Sword! He struck them all down at once!

It is too late to beg for mercy now.

He said coldly.

"Fang, Fang-shidi, you were once a disciple of my Tianyu Shenzong! I'm your senior brother. Please spare me this time, can you!"

Luo Xiu put on a pleasing smile and looked at Fang Chen hopefully.

“I’m willing to give you all of the opportunities I have right now! All I ask is that you spare me and return all the luck on my body back to you, okay!” He looked at Fang Chen pitifully, with an innocent expression.

"Brother Fang! We are all disciples of the Tianyu Shenzong! Please spare us!"

"Yes! For the sake of our common ancestry! Spare our lives!"

On other days, the disciples of Tiānyǔ Shénzōng trembled and prayed, nowhere near the triumphant and excited look they had when breaking through the defenses.

Fang Chen's eyes held no emotion whatsoever, as he coldly stated, "The first layer, you had the disciples of Tianyu Divine Sect ambush to the west, searching for me. Do I still remember"

He then looked at the other disciples of Tianyu Divine Sect: "I remember how you all attacked Senior Sister Lin with such ferocity just now. At that time, did any of you have the thought of being fellow sect members"

He took step by step closer, and every word he spoke filled Luo Xiu and the disciples of Heavenly Feather Divine Sect with despair.ed Lin Xueyan and their gazes, and couldn't help but get excited."Could it be that the Chen Men heard tales of me and came to welcome me"They were all thinking the same thing.As prodigies, they natura...