Supreme Saint Of World

The red-haired Chen Fan's eyes flashed with a bloody light as he put away the Blood Demonic Boat. The Ink Dragon Sword in his hand rose into the air, transforming into a huge black flood dragon over three thousand feet long. It seemed to want to fight against the surrounding Nascent Soul phenomenon.    

However, without the help of the 'Demon' rune above his head, the red-haired Chen Fan had clearly lost the power to contend against a group of Nascent Soul cultivators!    

"Crack!"    

With a crisp sound, although the Ink Dragon Sword was a low quality treasure, it was hit by the countless Nascent Soul treasures and streams of light. It let out a cry as it flew toward Chen Fan's chest.    

As for the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators, their spells paused for a moment before landing on Chen Fan.    

"Boom!"    

A gigantic black mushroom cloud suddenly appeared in the sky a thousand meters away from where Chen Fan was standing. Countless pieces of the mushroom cloud were mixed in with the shattered fragments of the space, spreading out in all directions.    

Chen Fan seemed to have disappeared without a trace!    

Not only that, the surrounding thousand meters of space turned into a slowly rotating black vortex that emitted a powerful attractive force. It actually formed a natural black hole.    

The moment the black hole appeared, even the 20 Nascent Soul cultivators didn't dare to stop. They split into two groups and retreated backwards.    

"Chen Fan …" "He should be dead by now …"    

"That's about right. If he doesn't die from this level of attack, then he really is a monster!"    

"..."    

On the side of the human cultivators, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators were whispering to each other, and when the leader, Chen Xi, heard this, sighed and said, "Alright, let's do it!" "I feel very sad about Chen Fan, but let it go …"    

With that, she flew back to the Beast God Fortress with an ugly expression.    

She had no choice. She could either kill Chen Fan or destroy the Beast God Fortress. In the cultivation world, there would be another devil that would go berserk like to kill. There was no need to think about which one to choose!    

"Sigh, Chen Fan, it's all my fault that Master doesn't have the power to save you!"    

At this moment, Bai Xiang Liu flew over from the side with a soulless face.    

"Sigh, let's go!"    

The rest of the Nascent Soul stage cultivators also sighed as they flew towards the Beast God Fortress.    

On the side of the demon clan cultivators, Su Zihua also returned and gathered with the ten demon clan Nascent Souls.    

"That human boy is really too heaven-defying, but fortunately he died. Otherwise, who knows how many of us will die at his hands in the future!"    

The chief of the Flood Dragon Clan was a three thousand meter long black dragon. At this moment, he looked at the slowly rotating hole in the center of the river of stars with some lingering fear.    

"That's right, for the sake of this brat, all of our clansmen are going to die!" But luckily we killed him, we finally have an explanation with the Holy Son Mulan! "    

The patriarch of the White Tiger Tribe was a huge, malevolent looking tiger. However, as soon as his eyes touched the black hole, he couldn't help but shiver as he thought of the three thousand meter long demonic shadow.    

"Chen Fan …" Is he really dead? "    

At this time, Su Zi Yue was also looking at the black hole in the river of stars. Her eyes flickered with a peculiar expression.    

When Chen Fan was alive, he was like a human god of war, killing tens of thousands of demons. When he died, he was also the incarnation of an ancient demon.    

The figure of this human youth was deeply engraved in Su Ziyan's heart. She felt that she would never be able to forget this youth in her entire life.    

The many demi-humans believed that this youth was the hero in Su Zi Yue's heart. Moreover, she believed that amongst the numerous humans, only he would be like Chen Fan!    

"Let's go!"    

The group of demons also sighed before returning to their respective lairs. In an instant, the ten pyramids transformed into ten beams of light, shooting off into the distance …    

The reason why these demon clan members were here was to enter the Beast God Fortress. However, they didn't expect that one person alone would cause the ten demon clan lairs to suffer heavy casualties and lose the ability to fight again.    

At this moment in the Beast God Fortress, Chen Xiao and Chen Tiexin were both excited. They clenched their fists, revealing sparkling and translucent tears.    

Meanwhile, Ye Rolo and Luo Li were crying while hugging each other. Their beautiful eyes were as pale as ashes. Chen Fan was dead and they didn't know what they would do in the future.    

As for the rest of the cultivators, they were also standing blankly on the spot, staring blankly at the morning sun. Bai Xiang Liu and the other Nascent Soul stage cultivators had returned.    

Although they were spared this time because of Chen Fan, how many Chen Fan were there in the cultivation world, and how many Nascent Soul cultivators were willing to become bedeviled just for them? And where would they go in this era of the demonic world …?    

"Pain …"    

Chen Fan felt his mind go blank, followed by endless pain. He slowly opened his eyes, and the surrounding silver light caused his eyes to feel a slight stabbing pain. He couldn't help but squint.    

"Where is this place?"    

After getting used to the situation for a long time, Chen Fan was shocked to see that he was inside a simple and crude thatched cottage. His body was covered with a blanket, and a faint fragrance could be smelled.    

As he awakened, Chen Fan no longer felt the dazzling light; he just felt thirsty, and his meridians felt like they were on fire. He was in excruciating pain, and the talismans in his chest and dantian were all dim, calling out to the spiritual qi in the air.    

Chen Fan looked around with a puzzled expression. He wanted to roll over and sit up, but just as his arms got up from the bed, he collapsed powerlessly, causing him to heavily fall onto the bed. He let out a muffled bang, and at the same time, let out a painful groan!    

"He woke up!"    

In her hands was a basin of hot water that splattered in all directions, causing the hot water to fly onto the little girl's slightly red palm. Immediately, it caused her to frown from the pain, but the little girl still put the basin in her hand in front of Chen Fan. Only then did she put her two blistered hands in her mouth to exhale, and her large watery eyes curiously looked at Chen Fan.    

Three breaths of time after the little girl's voice fell, another person walked in, also dressed in coarse clothing, but with an extraordinary bearing and a three foot long beard. He faced the elegant old man and looked at the little girl's hands, revealing a pained expression: "Nannan, why are you still so fidgety!"    

With that, the elder turned his head to Chen Fan and said, "This old man is Feng Qing, the leader of the first-rate Medicine King Sect. I wonder where this young brother came from, to actually be so heavily injured by my sect?"    

Feng Qing's voice was low and hoarse, but it was like the spring wind of March, causing people to feel a sense of warmth in their hearts.    

"Beast God Fortress …" Monster invasion … Magic Will... That's right! I was possessed by the inner demons in my body, and then I started a massacre outside the Beast God Fortress, and was beaten to death by twenty Nascent Soul cultivators! But since I am still in pain, does that mean I am not dead and am instead in the Medicine King Sect? "