Chapter 992: Killing from Hell into Heaven
Ye Fan ascended step by step into the sky, facing the Pope calmly. There was no doubt about it—this was an extremely difficult enemy to deal with.
The sacred mountain was vast, covered with the marks of time. Orchids grew on the cliffs, their fragrance wafting through the air. The halls were magnificent, with angels singing hymns as they circled the towers. Step after step of stone stairs led upward, making everything above seem unattainably lofty.
The Pope stood before the grand divine palace with a group of elders. A massive holy cross hung above their heads, sacred and majestic. He exuded an aura as boundless as the ocean.
"Should we go to the outer realm to fight, or activate an ancient array platform to transform into a battlefield? Otherwise, this sacred land will be in danger," a high-ranking cultivator asked, seeking the Pope's guidance.
At Ye Fan and the Pope's level, shattering mountains and moving seas were trivial matters. If they fought recklessly, the consequences would be severe.
"Boom"
The Pope pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the ground, instantly splitting heaven and earth. All the sacred mountains shifted to the sides as the earth rumbled, revealing a desolate ancient land.
People trembled. Though they knew the Pope possessed supreme divine abilities, witnessing such heaven-and-earth-shaking power still left them in awe.
Ye Fan stepped into this ancient Dao field in one stride. The place was vast enough, stretching endlessly—a barren, lifeless red land.
The Pope seemed capable of grasping stars and moons, his entire body bathed in divine radiance. Like an ancient heavenly god descending to the mortal world, he walked down from the grand sacred mountain, each step making the earth tremble.
Though aged, his skin was crystalline like jade, his golden hair thick and dignified. Wearing an imperial crown, he pressed down like a mountain, suffocating everyone. Many knelt, unable to resist prostrating themselves in worship.
"You have turned your back on the gods, shrouded in darkness. Only blood can atone for your sins," the Pope declared, and at that moment, he struck. The great battle erupted.
"Boom"
He pressed down in the void, forming a crystalline great hand. It was entirely condensed from faith power, under his command. It covered the sky, pressing down on the earth, overwhelming everything.
The crowd was horrified. Such was the Pope's power. With a single strike like this, who in the Western Lands could resist? He could annihilate any family. Who was truly the strongest under the stars?
This technique was most effective against heretics. Borrowing the collective will of sentient beings, he channeled all laws into himself, becoming a true god to destroy his enemies. His divine might was unmatched.
Ye Fan did not retreat. He also formed a golden great hand, striking with the Heaven-Overturning Seal, trying to overturn the sky and subvert the cosmos.
"Bang"
The two clashed, emitting an ancient Dao sound. Everyone's eardrums ached unbearably. Many bled from their seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.
People were terrified. The Pope had opened this ancient Dao field as a battlefield to isolate their auras, yet it still caused such horrific consequences. This proved the extraordinary power of both combatants.
"Order chains of the gods, bind this sinner, send him to the cross for the final judgment," the Pope chanted an ancient curse.
"Clatter"
Lightning flashed across the sky, blindingly bright, condensing into chains that shot toward the earth. Like dozens or hundreds of comets trailing dazzling light, they were brilliant and resplendent.
The great Dao of heaven and earth roared. Vast Dao waves spread, shrouding sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers in a boundless, majestic aura.
The order chains of the gods transformed into lightning, winding toward Ye Fan, trying to bind and snap him apart. This was an ancient divine art requiring immense magical power to execute.
"Bang"
A golden light flashed at Ye Fan's brow. An inch-long golden immortal sword flew out, blooming with immortal divine radiance. It slashed down, cutting through the order chains of the gods.
This was the Yuan Emperor Dao Sword!
Ye Fan had been greatly inspired by his battle with Yuangu long ago. Using the Battle Saint Art to imitate it, after many evolutions, he had finally given it a form. It could break all things, smashing the rotten and the stale.
"Clang"
A piercing sound rang out. The Yuan Emperor Dao Sword severed the order chains of the gods, rendering the Pope's life-slaying grand art illusory and ineffective.
Moreover, the inch-long golden sword swayed with earth-shattering brilliance, spraying dazzling immortal light. It slashed straight toward the Pope's brow, trying to split him in two.
"Zheng zheng"
The Pope's eyes burst with blinding divine radiance. Within both pupils, scenes of star domain destruction appeared, manifesting in reality. They blocked the imitated Yuan Emperor Dao Sword, and both were destroyed instantly, emitting infinite light like a tsunami that drowned everything everyone could see.
"He's a Divine Curse Master!"
The crowd was shocked. They finally understood why the Pope was so powerful. Ancient texts recorded that certain individuals could commune with spirits, naturally merging with Dao marks, able to instantly unleash various laws.
In the West, there were many ancient curses. Such people were undoubtedly favorites of heaven. Speech was law, words were rules. Every word and action was a curse, with boundless divine might.
The Divine Knight might have been the greatest talent in tens of thousands of years, but the Pope was no weaker. As a Divine Curse Master, and having cultivated by borrowing infinite faith power, he was even more terrifying.
"The ocean is boundless. How can an ant know? Sever heaven and earth!"
The Pope roared. With a single word, the nine heavens and ten lands shook. Astral winds like blades howled through heaven and earth. Everywhere was white light. Countless Dao marks filled every inch of space. Elemental blades destroyed everything.
Ye Fan frowned. The Pope was truly powerful, attacking indiscriminately like a god's spokesperson under the stars, with boundless magical power and invincible momentum.
At this moment, even he had to be careful. With a roar of the Om sound, his golden blood energy collapsed the high heavens. This true word dispersed, shattering the countless blade lights. Even the ancient sacred mountains engraved with sage laws rumbled, nearly splitting apart.
As for ordinary mountains, they turned directly to dust. Countless peaks collapsed without any suspense.
"Ah..."
Many screamed, turning into clouds of blood mist. The survivors hurriedly hid behind the sacred mountains, not daring to face the battlefield directly, or they risked falling at any moment.
"Clatter"
The sound of pages turning came from the ancient Dao field. The Pope looked down on the world, holding an ancient scripture in his left hand and a cross in his right, radiating eternal radiance.
From the ancient scripture, massive ancient characters burst forth. Each seemed cast from metal, weighing tens of thousands of jun. They pressed toward Ye Fan one by one.
These were naturally formed talismans. Each character revealed the heart and Dao, summarized by ancient sages. They could sever spirits and shatter souls, destroying a person's primordial spirit Dao.
One ancient character after another flew over, nearly burying Ye Fan beneath them, trying to crush him into meat paste. One character weighed ten thousand jun. A thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand characters came rumbling—immeasurable!
The ancient book turned quickly. All the characters leaped out, cracking heaven and earth. They specifically targeted Dao cutters, a certain kill.
Ye Fan gave a light shout, stretched his body, stepped forward, formed the Sun and Moon Seal with his hands, then shook violently. He opened up a starry sky, revealing a scene of stars shattering and the moon falling, sweeping toward all the ancient characters.
This was a great cataclysm. Countless stars shattered the ancient characters. The starry river was brilliant. Ancient talismans shot into the sky. Between them came a rumbling sound, like floodwaters reversing straight up to the nine heavens.
"God said, let there be light!"
The Pope roared, as majestic as an ancient heavenly god. He seemed to be creating the world, with chaos surging around him. The cross in his right hand gently brushed the ancient scripture, blooming with blazing light!
"Heavens, comparable to a god!"
"The Pope's magical power is like the sea, unmatched through the ages!"
In the distance, people exclaimed, unable to resist prostrating themselves. The Pope's methods were heaven-and-earth-shaking, like the gods recorded in scriptures, possessing immeasurable divine power.
This light had immense destructive power. Even someone as strong as Ye Fan felt it like knives cutting into him, painful. The light was everywhere, striking his skin with a clanging sound.
The Pope was borrowing endless faith power, combining it with his divine curses. His power reached its peak. The collective will of sentient beings was channeled into his divine arts, making them indestructible!
Even Ye Fan's physical body showed blood marks, spilling golden blood. He was actually injured, proving how terrifyingly powerful the old Pope was.
"I say, where there is light, there is darkness!"
Ye Fan roared. His hands moved, weaving a mysterious and complex pattern. Then he propped up a golden sacred domain, ultimately evolving various divine phenomena. The light of all heaven and earth faded, quickly darkening, leaving only him eternal.
He transformed into a streak of starlight, charging at the Pope. He raised his hand and struck with the Heaven-Overturning Seal, sending the Pope flying more than ten li away, his hair whipping backward.
Ye Fan let out a long roar, pressing the attack. He charged again, raising his fist to smash. Golden blood energy filled the sky, shaking the invincible Pope dozens of li away. The Pope retreated repeatedly, coughing up blood.
"Enough!"
The Pope roared. His blood energy surged like a vast ocean. He transformed from a Divine Curse Master into a battle saint. Moreover, a golden lion was summoned from the void, becoming his mount.
This lion was as big as a small mountain, over a thousand years old. It had survived since ancient times and had already severed the Dao. Its golden fur shimmered like divine metal, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.
The Pope merged with the golden lion, becoming an ancient war god, terrifying and boundless. The aura he emitted made everyone tremble. Even Ye Fan's heart pounded. This was indeed a powerful opponent, having cultivated to a super terrifying level by borrowing faith power.
"I am not only a Divine Curse Master, but also a Divine Knight!"
While everyone was terrified, they were also shocked. The Pope was also a Divine Knight. His strength was truly world-shaking, his combat power heaven-defying. Few had known this in the past.
"So what?!" Ye Fan was murderous. Golden blood energy shot into the sky. Golden battle qi surged like an ocean, flowing toward the Pope.
He struck with heavy blows one after another: the Sun and Moon Seal, the Divine Phoenix Seal, the True Dragon Seal, the Mountain-Embracing Seal, the Human King Seal, and the Heaven-Overturning Seal. It was as if he wanted to smash the sky down. During this process, the great Dao roared like a vast waterfall falling. He was unmatched in the world, unstoppable!
The Pope and the golden lion kept retreating, both coughing up blood. They were suppressed by the invincible divine posture of the Human Sacred Body, at a disadvantage, suffering heavy injuries.
"Enough, Heaven and Hell!"
The Pope roared. Mountains and rivers collapsed. Great lakes evaporated. He merged with the golden lion, emitting light like ten suns in the sky, becoming a god-like existence.
Behind him, a halo formed, turning into an eternal, indestructible divine disk, illuminating the ages. The collective will of sentient beings became his magical power, allowing him to execute the highest ultimate art of the Vatican.
Heaven appeared, emitting blazing light. A sacred great hand reached out, striking down repeatedly, sending Ye Fan sinking continuously.
Below, a black hell appeared, opening a gap, trying to devour him.
"From heaven cast down into hell. This is God's punishment, suffering eternal torment!" the Pope declared. The divine disk behind his head shone with holy light.
Borrowing the collective will of sentient beings, he kept striking down massive sacred hands, covering Ye Fan with blood marks. Ye Fan suffered heavy injuries, about to fall into hell.
The Pope's terror was evident. This sacred great hand covered the sky, larger than dozens of peaks combined. It directly slammed Ye Fan toward the abyss of hell.
Heaven above, the Pope stood at its gate, like a god judging a sinner. Hell below, Ye Fan struggled bitterly, bathing in blood as he charged back toward the high heavens.
The collective will of sentient beings was truly terrifying!
Ye Fan let out a clear cry. He executed the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities technique. A Dao body appeared, charging toward the high heavens together with his true body, both unleashing the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.
At the same time, various divine phenomena merged. Both divine bodies did the same. Dao and self became one. All laws could not touch them. They reversed toward the sky!
"Boom"
They killed from hell into heaven. The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist kept pounding, exploding heaven and earth. "Pfft," the golden lion bore the brunt. Even though it had severed the Dao, it could not withstand such terrifying fist intent!
A rain of blood flew. Large chunks of white bones exploded. This golden lion king that had severed the Dao was shattered by Ye Fan, beaten into meat paste and bone fragments, dying on the spot.
Neither heaven nor hell could stop him. He was peerless in the world, shaking the Pope and sending him flying dozens of li, crashing into a distant sacred mountain, leaving a trail of blood. The Pope struggled to rise.
The crowd was stunned. The demon from the Central Lands had indeed been injured just now, but that had only driven him mad. He fought until heaven and earth split, ghosts wailed and gods howled. Golden battle qi boiled. No one could stop him.
When the Dao rose by one foot, the demon rose by ten feet! His divine might was unmatched, invincible in the world. He had even sent the Pope flying, severely wounding him.
How could anyone fight this? Who could subdue this demon!?
"Roar..."
Ye Fan roared. His Dao body moved in sync with him. They both charged forward together. Golden blood energy filled the sky, completely drowning the ancient Dao field. No one could stop him.
Wherever he passed, mountains collapsed and lakes dried up. Heaven crumbled and earth sank. It was like a peerless god destroying the world. Nothing was unbreakable. Nothing could block him.
The Pope activated his great divine power. The divine ring behind his head manifested, becoming even more blazing. The divine disk stood behind him like a bright moon, suspended in the void. At this moment, it seemed to connect past and present.
His face was filled with fury. He transformed the sacred faith power accumulated by the Vatican over endless years, merging it with his Dao body, trying to suppress this incredibly powerful opponent.
Ye Fan fought to the point of madness. The golden blood in his body boiled, emitting deafening thunder that shook many people's bodies, unable to bear it.
The Dao body he manifested was identical to him, with soaring battle intent, rising to the nine heavens, trying to trample the great Dao of heaven and earth underfoot.
The true body and the Dao body swung golden fists together. The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist intent emerged. Reincarnation unfolded, shattering heaven and earth. This was invincible fist intent. With me, there is no enemy. Charge forward without looking back!
"Boom!"
The divine ring behind the Pope's head was shattered by Ye Fan and his Dao body together. The divine disk broke apart, turning into a rain of light, shooting in all directions, piercing the sky and collapsing mountains.
Ye Fan was like a war god reborn. Golden blood energy covered the sky, vast as the ocean. He smashed through everything, striking across the world, fighting to the point of madness. Nothing in this world could stop him. No one could oppose him!
Lost in sound, I hope *** can also charge up from below, taking one step forward, calling out.
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