In the depths of the Myriad Burial Demonic Abyss.
Ling Fan emerged from the mountain ranges at the edge.
He was about to venture deeper into the Myriad Burial Demonic Abyss.
Suddenly.
A flicker of strangeness appeared in his eyes as he looked towards the depths.
He saw invisible sound waves emanating from within, as if sensing Ling Fan's presence, those invisible sound waves surged madly towards him.
Ling Fan did not stop the invasion of these sound waves.
He directly released his divine sense, and soon, those sound waves invaded his mind.
In an instant.
Countless voices sounded.
It was as if countless devils were groaning around him.
Trying to bring out the most primal desires, the most violent killing intent, and the most wicked thoughts from the depths of his heart.
Boom!
Ling Fan's killing intent erupted.
Powerful spiritual energy was involuntarily released from Ling Fan's limbs and bones, and in an instant, a terrifying force swept through heaven and earth like a tornado, even the void was affected by this powerful force, emitting waves of distortion.
Ling Fan frowned slightly.
With a cold laugh, his powerful divine sense surged out, and immediately, the terrified screams and roars of countless devils sounded.
These sound waves seemed to possess a trace of true demonic nature, knowing fear before the crisis of being annihilated.
But it was too late for these sound waves to escape Ling Fan's body.
Under the crushing force of Ling Fan's divine sense, all the demonic sounds abruptly stopped.
"This is somewhat similar to the innate secret technique of the Myriad Burial Demonic Tribe, the Six Desires Demonic Sound. Once this sound is released, it can magnify all the evil thoughts and malice in a person's heart, allowing those with weak minds to fall into demonic ways without deliberate control, and be lost forever!"
"Below the Golden Core realm, not many can resist this demonic sound."
"It seems that the Myriad Burial Demonic Abyss indeed has the existence of the Myriad Burial Demonic Tribe, but this demon must be severely injured, its strength less than one ten-thousandth of its peak."
"Otherwise, it would not just be at the border between the Tianluo Domain and the Tianshan Domain. A true Myriad Burial Demonic Tribe would be enough to sweep across this world and would not be lurking here."
"I just don't know what the strength of this Myriad Burial Demonic Tribe was at its peak, whether it was the Manifestation Realm, or if it had reached the Demonic Emperor Realm! If it was a Demonic Emperor, even a severely injured Demonic Emperor might cause some trouble..."
The mark of the Demonic Heavenly Eyes flashed in Ling Fan's eyes, and he looked towards the source of the sound waves.
His deep gaze seemed to pierce through infinite space.
He saw a massive black demonic palace standing on the earth in that direction.
Terrifying demonic energy shrouded the demonic palace, and as if sensing his prying, it churned, vaguely transforming into a vast and boundless giant devil roaring towards him.
It was filled with warnings and threats.
Ling Fan sneered coldly.
A dying demon, suppressed and daring to bare its fangs at him!
Ling Fan's figure suddenly shot up, transforming into a long rainbow, flying towards that demonic palace.
...
That demonic palace seemed very close.
However, that was from the perspective of Ling Fan's Demonic Heavenly Eyes. In reality, the demonic palace was hundreds of miles away, and even with Ling Fan's speed, it would take some time to reach it.
"Hmm?"
Ling Fan suddenly looked down.
He saw earth-shattering battle sounds emanating from a mountain valley below.
One side was people from the Tianluo Sect.
The other side engaged in battle was very unfamiliar.
Ling Fan recalled the powerful individuals who had entered the Myriad Burial Demonic Abyss, and he had not seen these people, nor any similar attire.
Suddenly.
Ling Fan's sharp gaze fell upon something.
He saw the extremely dense chaotic spiritual energy in the mountain valley forming a small stream, winding its way, and finally converging into a lake of spiritual energy at the very center of the valley.
A patch of crystal clear and radiant spiritual grass swayed in the wind at the center of the lake.
This spiritual grass displayed a very peculiar color, as if it were a mixture of countless pigments.
It was the Myriad Spirit Grass!
Roughly counting, there were at least twenty to thirty stalks in the center of the spiritual energy lake.
The powerful individuals of the Tianluo Sect were fighting with that group of people for these Myriad Spirit Grass.
The opponents fighting against the Tianluo Sect were not numerous, only five people, and each of them was very young, definitely not exceeding thirty years old.
However, these young people were quite powerful, each of them emitting the cultivation fluctuations of a Martial Venerable at the Core Condensation realm, and they were extremely strong, not those who had just broken through to the Core Condensation realm, nor those who had been pushed up by various cultivation resources.
On the other hand, the Tianluo Sect had no less than ten Martial Venerables at the Core Condensation realm, and there was even a late-stage Core Condensation realm leading the team.
But after a period of intense battle, the Tianluo Sect, which had the advantage in numbers, actually fell into a disadvantage, and many powerful individuals were killed.
Among the five young people, one performed exceptionally well.
This person's lips were tightly pursed, and his gaze was firm.
Not only did he hold back the late-stage Core Condensation realm expert from the Tianluo Sect with his mid-stage Core Condensation realm cultivation, but he also had spare time to kill two Martial Venerables from the Tianluo Sect.
Under his dazzling performance, their side's morale soared, and they soon pushed the Tianluo Sect experts to a dead end.
Puff!
This young expert once again raised his hand and chopped, a terrifying demonic energy saber gleam slashed across the sky, splitting another early-stage Core Condensation realm Martial Venerable from the Tianluo Sect into pieces, not even allowing his spiritual body to escape before perishing on the spot.
Soon.
Only the elder at the late-stage Core Condensation realm from the Tianluo Sect was still struggling to hold on, and under the siege of the five people, his injuries grew more and more.
"You demons of the Burial Demonic Tribe, you dare to stop me from taking the Myriad Spirit Grass, you will die a terrible death! If I can't have it, neither can you!"
The elder of the Tianluo Sect's eyes showed ferocity, and with a flash of scarlet light, he chose to self-destruct.
Boom!
A terrifying, sky-shattering storm suddenly surged out with his body as the center.
The self-destruction of a late-stage Core Condensation realm expert was too terrifying, and for a moment, destructive energy filled the entire mountain valley, causing the young experts to exclaim in surprise.
At this moment.
The most outstanding young man actually rushed in front of the other four people, his bloodline roaring, forcefully opening a defensive light screen, blocking all the self-destruction power.
Drip.
Drip.
After the self-destruction, the young man was tattered, blood flowing profusely, dripping from his body.
His body staggered, almost falling.
The demonic energy on his body churned, almost uncontrollable.
The other four young experts quickly supported him.
"Brother Mengzi!"
"I'm fine!" Wang Meng waved his hand, enduring his broken body, and straightened his back.
"Don't worry about me, hurry up and collect all the Myriad Spirit Grass. The clan needs the Myriad Spirit Grass the most now to suppress the demonic nature!"
"Yes!"
The other four young people carefully collected all the Myriad Spirit Grass.
At this moment.
Brilliant light suddenly erupted from Wang Meng's eyes, like two sharp swords piercing the void, staring dead at Ling Fan's direction.
"Are there still remnants that haven't been killed? Sneaking around, I've already found you, come out!"
Wang Meng shouted towards Ling Fan's direction.