# Chapter 1248: Sweeping Clean
A single roar caused mountains and rivers to collapse!
All the mountains and valleys turned to dust, destroyed like they were made of paper. How could they still fight? Ye Fan, like a demon lord crossing realms, roared several powerful cultivators to pieces, blood dripping everywhere, a shocking sight.
His disheveled hair flew wildly, golden battle qi surged to the heavens, standing beneath the sky, invincible wherever he went.
Demon God!
These people screamed in their hearts, their legs trembling, faces pale as snow, giving birth to a feeling of powerlessness. Their bodies couldn't help but shake, never having been so terrified before.
"Puff"
Blood blossoms splattered, bone fragments with bloodshot strands flew everywhere. Ye Fan's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, cold lightning flickering in his eyes. His golden fist once again turned another person into a bloody mist, completely exploding!
His strength shook people's hearts. Just one punch was enough to shatter a cultivator who had entered the trial grounds into four or five pieces, annihilating both form and spirit.
The slaughter continued. Ye Fan, like a human-shaped savage dragon, charged into a pack of wolves. With every move of his hands and feet, someone was destroyed. Blood rain fell, bone fragments flew, as if the gates of hell had been opened.
"Ah..."
These people trembled in fear, screaming in terror, fleeing in complete defeat. Now everyone could see that this was a demon god. To oppose him meant only death.
"Where do you think you're going!" Ye Fan said softly. Since he chose to act, he would kill cleanly. He wouldn't have any womanly benevolence. This was the cruel law of entering the trial grounds.
"Spare me, I was wrong. I shouldn't have surrounded and attacked you, brother." A scholar was caught up to, his face pale as he begged for mercy, almost kneeling there.
Ye Fan was cold and merciless. With a point of his golden finger, a blood blossom flew from the scholar's forehead. His terrified expression froze, and he fell straight into a pool of blood.
"Boom!"
The Demon Sky Umbrella descended, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, letting down thousands upon thousands of threads. Those were countless order divine chains, interweaving beneath the sky, as if forged from divine iron, dazzling and brilliant, suppressing Ye Fan.
This was a powerful sacred artifact, tearing apart the ancient blue sky, as if a sea of stars was boiling, falling down to destroy all things.
"He's suppressed! Everyone, quickly kill him!" The middle-aged Daoist nun shouted, her expression sinister.
The Demon Sky Umbrella was pitch black like ink, with over ten thousand order divine chains, penetrating every inch of void, as if imprisoning Ye Fan on the spot.
This weapon belonged to the blue-clothed man. Hiding in the distance, he continuously chanted ancient incantations after sacrificing this artifact, making it fully revive.
Many people's expressions shifted. They urged various magical artifacts forward to strike, because they knew there was no peaceful resolution. Even if they begged for mercy, they would still be killed.
"Activate the forbidden artifact and kill him!" The head in the middle-aged Daoist nun's hands shouted. It was Red Willow, whose body had been destroyed, hating Ye Fan to the extreme.
"Everyone, we have no way back. Only by slaughtering him can we survive, or else we'll all die!" The middle-aged Daoist nun's expression was ferocious. Opening her mouth, she spat out a blood-red small bell. Spraying several mouthfuls of essence blood on it, she sacrificed it.
"Dang!"
The death bell shocked the world, shattering the earth, annihilating the sky dome. It rapidly enlarged. The blood-red bell body turned all things to ash. It was truly a bell of death.
Together with the Demon Sky Umbrella, it descended, trapping Ye Fan within, trying to refine him into pus and blood. Blood qi was hazy, ghosts wailed and gods howled.
"It's really effective! Kill him! Everyone must not retreat! Slay this beast at this moment!" Some others saw this and shouted cruelly, their morale greatly boosted.
Ye Fan frowned. This Demon Sky Umbrella was somewhat special. Besides being a terrifying sacred artifact, it also contained a wisp of essence soul from a powerful existence.
It was the head of a demon, appearing in the void, taller than a mountain. This thing posed a certain threat to him, sealing off a region of heaven and earth.
"Kill! We must kill him!" Even Red Willow, who was left with only a head, screamed sharply, urging her last divine power. She sacrificed the already cracked Heaven-Overturning Seal, turning it into a mountain peak, pressing down toward Ye Fan in the arena.
Magical artifacts were dazzling, each one shuttling between heaven and earth. Auspicious qi was hazy, slaughter qi severed the nine heavens.
Blue Maple's lips curled into a cold smile. Joining with a few others, he silently sacrificed a forbidden artifact, quickly sending it to the center of the arena, decisively letting the sacred object explode.
"Boom!"
This was a slaughter calamity. Various lights blotted out the sun, all surging up, leaving this place riddled with holes, ruined beyond recognition.
"Is he... dead?" One person said tremblingly.
In the distance, demon might surged to the heavens. A large black umbrella over ten thousand zhang tall. Ye Fan had actually snatched it in hand, traversing several hundred li through the air.
The destructive light of the forbidden artifact from earlier still hadn't hit him, only destroying an area of ancient land.
"What kind of person is this? Snatching a fully revived sacred weapon with bare hands?!" Several people were so horrified their scalps went numb.
"It seems he hasn't escaped the confinement. He's still within the range covered by the Demon Sky Umbrella!"
Blue Maple's face darkened, saying: "This is a demon shadow sealed by an ancestor saint from a previous generation, forming a demon domain, briefly imprisoning him. Everyone, strike quickly, kill him, annihilating both form and spirit."
"Kill!"
Everyone struck again. The middle-aged Daoist nun continuously spat several mouthfuls of essence blood, urging the blood-red death bell, shaking mountains and rivers, carrying sacred might as it descended.
The others did the same, sparing no cost as they urged various secret treasures. Flowing light and shifting colors flooded that place.
"Hum!"
Behind Ye Fan, five treasured swords appeared. This was a divine secret technique obtained from the Eternal Star Domain. Five-colored divine radiance shot into the sky, rotating as they slashed toward the Demon Sky Umbrella.
It was like ten thousand heavenly swords singing together, clanging and ringing. Although the Demon Sky Umbrella was a very peculiar sacred artifact, it was continuously split open, cracks appearing.
"Boom!"
The demon head surged up, opening its mouth in a long roar, deafening, trying to swallow Ye Fan.
However, in a blinding burst of light, Ye Fan used the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist to directly blast it apart in heaven and earth. Black demon blood dripped down, then turned into a cloud of smoke.
"What? Even the demon shadow was killed by him!" The blue-clothed man's expression changed. He turned and fled.
"Dang!"
Ye Fan punched the blood-red large bell. Cracks densely covered it. Then he swung his divine fist again. After nine strikes, amidst the sacred artifact's mournful cry, it exploded together with the Heaven-Overturning Seal.
Fragments of the blood-red bell body and pieces of the Heaven-Overturning Seal flew in all directions. One after another, screams came. From time to time, people were hit, bones broken and tendons snapped.
Ye Fan was like a god descending to the mortal world, invincible wherever he went. He struck repeatedly, smashing several weapons in heaven and earth, splitting mountains and drying up seas, his dharma power immeasurable.
At this point, the battle was one-sided. There was no more suspense. The middle-aged Daoist nun and the others fled in panic like stray dogs, running for their lives.
Some didn't even care about their mounts anymore, each fleeing on their own. The Dragon Horse pursued from behind, turning into a cloud of fire, launching a great slaughter, ruling among beasts.
"Brother, we can sit down and talk. Stop for now." Someone begged, scared out of their wits, because they found that Ye Fan's speed was too fast. He had cut off their path ahead.
"Flee in different directions!" The middle-aged Daoist nun gritted her teeth.
"Ah..."
In a miserable scream, blood splattered everywhere. A person who had just left the group was directly beaten into bloody mud by Ye Fan, dying on the spot.
"Only by staying together can we make him slightly cautious. We cannot separate. Let's withdraw from this trial ground together."
They had lost all confidence in their hearts. They no longer wanted to step onto the strong's ancient trial path. As long as they could survive, that was better than anything.
Ye Fan slowed his pace, unhurried, killing them one by one from behind. By now, fewer than five or six were still alive.
A full twenty-three powerful cultivators, united together, even without using forbidden artifacts, would have been enough to kill an ancient saint. Yet Ye Fan alone had slaughtered them to such a miserable state.
"Puff"
The blue-clothed man's eyes were sinister. He took out a half-foot-long puppet doll, spat out dozens of mouthfuls of essence blood, all spilling onto the puppet, making it extremely eerie.
Blue Maple seemed to have lost half his life, becoming very weak, clearly paying a painful price. Dipping in blood, he wrote the two characters "Ye Fan" on the puppet's forehead. Then he picked up a palm-sized small sword and fiercely slashed toward the puppet's forehead bone.
At this moment, Ye Fan's entire body's hairs stood on end. His forehead bone ached, as if a peerless deadly weapon was about to pierce into his skull, right at his doorstep.
This was too sudden!
Ye Fan's mind shook. In that instant, the human body treasures excavated through ten years of conquest, following an instinct, all opened.
What blood containing stars, bones transforming into deities, a single thought giving birth to the Dao, all such things appeared!
His forehead bone glowed, accompanied by a Dao chant, splitting open the void, cutting cleanly through an unknown crisis.
"Puff"
The blue-clothed man spat out a large mouthful of blood. The puppet in his hand turned to ashes. The palm-sized small sword snapped. His primordial qi was greatly damaged.
The middle-aged Daoist nun, carrying Red Willow's head, together with Blue Maple and two others, fled in panic like stray dogs, terrified. Each had disheveled hair and was covered in blood.
"I'll fight you to the death!" Unable to run any further, the middle-aged Daoist nun's face turned ashen. Urging her whisk, it turned into a hanging heavenly river, lashing forward.
Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. His combat strength was pushed to the extreme. With a palm strike, the star river shattered. Half of the middle-aged Daoist nun's body was shaken to pieces. She screamed sharply and fled again.
"Ah... take me with you!" Red Willow shouted in terror. Only a head remained, her essence qi dried up. The middle-aged Daoist nun threw her to the ground. With only her head left, she tried to escape on her own, but her speed was too slow.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan stepped forward and kicked out. The head split into four or five pieces. A primordial spirit rushed out, shouting in fear: "Don't kill me! As long as you spare my life, I'll do anything!"
Puff!
Ye Fan stepped over. This primordial spirit instantly turned to ashes, becoming dust under the sole of his foot, dying completely.
Ahead, the four were scared out of their wits, their courage broken. Never had they been so despairing as today. Once dominating a region, now they were being chased like dogs, with no way to heaven and no door to earth.
"We failed to recognize a great emperor. You are magnanimous. Don't lower yourself to our level. Spare our lives!" One of them collapsed, continuously begging for mercy.
"Stop! As long as you let us live, everything can be discussed!" Blue Maple was also about to collapse, shouting with a pale face.
"Didn't you say I should kneel down, call myself a killing saint, then self-sever my cultivation, and beg for your forgiveness?" Ye Fan's voice was cold. His fingers formed a sword, pressing forward.
"Ah..." Blue Maple screamed miserably. His flesh body shattered inch by inch, turning into broken bones and bloody mist. Finally, it spread to his head. His primordial spirit quickly rushed out of his crown chakra, his flesh body becoming a pile of mud.
"Xiu!"
From the tip of Ye Fan's finger, a sword light flew out, nailing the primordial spirit-formed little man dead in the void, dying completely.
Ye Fan was like an immortal divine furnace, emitting surging golden divine radiance. His entire person stood in heaven and earth, more terrifying than a deity.
The middle-aged Daoist nun and the remaining two were so scared their bodies cramped. At this moment, all dignity, all strongest trials, became nothingness.
Ye Fan's fingers formed a sword, divine might surging, about to end the three lives. Suddenly, five figures descended, blocking the way ahead. Lord Junwei Mountain appeared.
"Brother, show mercy. Can you raise your noble hand and spare their lives?" He said seriously.
"No!" Ye Fan shook his head, refusing very decisively.
"Do you think you're very powerful? Daring to refuse even Lord Junwei Mountain?!" The person beside him said coldly.
Ye Fan coldly glanced at him, not paying attention. His fingers formed a sword, pointing from afar at the middle-aged Daoist nun and the others.
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