Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Somewhere in the center of the imperial capital, a figure in a white gown was walking leisurely on an empty street.

Not far behind him, followed a woman dressed as a warlord.

The wind and snow were howling, and the corners of their clothes were flying.

And at a certain moment, black-robed figures suddenly appeared on the tips of the surrounding buildings.

Front, back, left, right, and in all directions, figures seemed to rise suddenly like a wave, and the latitude became a watertight barrier!

But under such circumstances, the two figures still didn't pause at all, as if they didn't notice anything unusual around them at all.

Fang Lin walked in front, his face calm, but the seal flashed rapidly in his heart.

Invisibly, Haoran's pressure has come down faintly.

The late stage of Dongxu is deep and surging!

As the pressure surged, the black figures around them suddenly rushed towards Fang Lin and the other two.

Figures of people moved in unison from all directions, and the scene was truly spectacular.

However, within a short time, this spectacle turned into something heroic.

The golden flame started to spread and sweep up from unknown time.

Accompanied by the wind and snow, the flames were raging with all their teeth and claws. The terrifying high temperature and sacred aura continued to rise, and a purgatory on earth was staged directly on the spot.

The screams merged into a long and continuous song!

While walking, Fang Lin stretched out his hand towards Beihu, and Song Qingge quickly followed after seeing this.

Fang Lin held her hand, his eyes clearly looking ahead, but his words were directed at her.

"Where the sacred flame spreads, darkness cannot bury you."

There were wailing all around, Fang Lin turned his head, golden flames reflected in his eyes, making people feel like they were in a dream.

There was infinite tenderness in Fang Lin's eyes, "As long as you see the golden flame, you don't have to be afraid anymore. The sacred will be your salvation."

Song Qingge stared blankly at Fang

Lin, the world seemed to have quieted down, and only the bright eyes in front of him were extremely clear.

Song Qingge's thoughts were completely frozen.

Song Qingge didn't know how he came to the palace.

In front of them, there is a tall and majestic white city wall, and the huge door is tightly closed, as if to say that the outside world is not welcome inside the city wall.

On the city wall, there were many soldiers in armor standing ready. When they saw the two people below, they immediately spoke up.

"Those who come, retreat immediately! During special periods, anyone who approaches the palace will be killed without mercy!"

Song Qingge gradually came back to his senses and subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him.

On both sides of the long street, golden flames were blooming all the way, and the shops on both sides were burning.

But not a single body was left behind.

The corpse under the sacred flame seemed to be an insult in itself.

Song Qingge calmed down and no longer recalled the grand dream that Fang Lin had just weaved for her.

On his side, Fang Lin stretched out his hand towards the door in front of him.

An invisible wave of air, carrying an astonishing and terrifying pressure, suddenly swept out towards the city gate.

boom--

After the huge roar, the city gate fell directly towards the city!

The soldiers couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

However, Fang Lin's eyes fluctuated slightly.

The fallen city gate revealed a figure behind it.

A head full of silver hair, but a straight back.

There is only one person standing here, but there is a majestic momentum rushing towards him, comparable to thousands of troops.

Fang Lin raised his eyes and their eyes met in the void.

"you

Who is it? "

The old man's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold.

"Long Family, the new head of the family, Long Zhenkong!"

Song Qingge's face obviously changed drastically, and a strong look of worry suddenly appeared in his beautiful eyes. .??.

"Senior Long... is still here!"

Fang Lin raised his hand and pushed Song Qingge aside. His voice sounded very plain.

"You not only harmed yourself, but also harmed the entire family."

Long Zhenkong's eyes were completely unmoved, "You have a choice, there is no turning back. Fighting to the death is the only hope!"

Fang Lin took a deep breath, and a golden halo gradually lit up in his eyes.

"Hope is often the phantom of despair."

Above the sky, suddenly, a large number of auspicious clouds gathered.

Fang Lin's body gradually lifted off the ground, and a pair of huge wings gradually extended out from his back.

Under the breath of terror, even the air became thicker.

Long Zhenkong's eyes finally showed a heavy look.

I have long heard how unfathomable Fang Lin is and how powerful he is.

It wasn't until he was standing opposite Fang Lin that Long Zhenkong truly felt such pressure.

The terrifying sense of oppression not only crushed Long Zhenkong's body in all directions, but also crazily destroyed his mind.

That figure with wings reaching into the sky, accompanied by the overwhelming sacred aura, is as unattainable as a god and must not be blasphemed!

The battle hasn't even started yet, but his momentum has already weakened by three points.

Is this the sense of oppression felt by top powerhouses?

Long Zhenkong's expression became more and more solemn. After a moment, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Fang Lin with one step.

He can't wait any longer!

The crushing momentum was getting more and more outrageous, and a voice even appeared in his heart. The person standing in front of him was really the sacred palace!

If this were to continue like this, he would already be on his knees before the fight even started!

Long Zhenkong shouted coldly, and the spiritual pressure on his body finally burst out without reservation.

Hollow, Dzogchen!

In the vast aura of awe, Long Zhenkong's eyes finally lit up.

This is the rhythm he should have.

"Bahuang, Long Jingtian!"

Buzz——

There seemed to be a violent buzzing sound in the air. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a high-pitched dragon roar coming from Long Zhenkong's body!

Long Zhenkong took a step forward, and in an instant, an icy blue aura enveloped him for a thousand meters!

The extremely powerful pressure was raging crazily, and the ice-blue light was rising crazily.

In just a few breaths, a huge dragon actually rose up in that grand glory!

The ice-blue dragon was extremely huge, and its huge dragon head was even more powerful. It swept directly towards Fang Lin quickly.

In just a moment, the city wall that stood between the two of them was brutally blasted to pieces, and the huge dragon head went straight to the front door of Fang Lin!

There was a hint of surprise in Fang Lin's eyes.

He is worthy of being the previous head of the dignified Long family. The hand in front of him is probably enough to stand at the top of the pyramid in the imperial capital.

Not everyone can withstand such pressure.

However, he was facing Fang Lin!

Fang Lin didn't seem to be moving at all, but behind his floating body, an extremely sharp aura suddenly filled the air!