69: Lin Fan was furious about the Blood God Temple's blood sacrifice plan.

"Baka!!!" The other Japanese Martial Artists were furious and drew their swords one after another.

Lin Fan didn't even look at them.

He just raised his hand towards the Japanese Swordsman who had just scrambled up!

He made a grabbing motion in the air.

"Rubber Rubber, Foreign Server's Number One Graves!"

His arm instantly elongated, and his fist slammed into the Japanese Swordsman's chest like a cannonball!

Bang!

The sternum was completely shattered!

The swordsman didn't even let out a scream before being sent flying, crashing through a ruined wall, his fate unknown.

"Who else wants to interrupt?" Lin Fan retracted his arm and looked around at the Japanese and Middle Eastern Martial Artists.

No one dared to respond.

Everyone was intimidated by this thunderous display of power.

One slap, one punch.

A Martial Ancestor Early-stage Japanese Swordsman was crippled.

This strength... "Now," Lin Fan turned around and looked back at the six Ghost Mask Men, "it's your turn."

A hint of solemnity flashed through the crimson pupils of the leading Ghost Mask Man.

But he soon began to grin hideously.

"Interesting..."

"Your blood and Qi are very vigorous."

"Eating you will surely be very nourishing."

He raised his hand and waved.

"Attack together!"

"Take him down! Offer him to the Master!"

Boom!

The six Ghost Mask Men erupted simultaneously!

Blood-colored Protective Aura soared into the sky, merging together to form a thick blood mist that enveloped Lin Fan!

Within the blood mist, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, as if countless wronged Souls were shrieking!

"The Blood God Temple's Blood Prison Great Array!" Qin Yue cried out in alarm, "It can corrode Protective Aura, devour blood and Qi, and trap and kill a Peak Martial Ancestor!"

"Lin Fan!" Su Muyu wanted to rush in.

But in the next second.

Lin Fan's lazy voice came from within the blood mist:

"That's it?"

Immediately after.

"Immortal Slaying! Opening Stance!"

"Severing Rules."

Shhh!

A Sword Qi as black as ink slashed out from the blood mist!

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the blood mist melted away like snow under a scorching sun!

Even the shrieks of those wronged Souls came to an abrupt halt!

It was as if this sword strike had severed the connection between the blood mist and some kind of rule!

"What?!" The leader of the Ghost Mask Men's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't even have time to react.

Lin Fan's figure had already walked out of the dissipating blood mist.

Holding a pitch-black longsword, the tip pointed diagonally at the ground.

"Blood God Temple?"

Lin Fan shook his head.

"The name is quite intimidating."

"But the strength..."

He raised his sword and pointed it at the leader of the Ghost Mask Men:

"Is a pile of dog shit."

"You!!!" The leader of the Ghost Mask Men was enraged, "Form the Blood God Curse! Kill him!"

The six Ghost Mask Men bit the tips of their tongues simultaneously and spat out essence blood!

The essence blood gathered in the air, transforming into a hideous blood-colored ghost face!

The ghost face opened its large mouth and let out a silent scream!

A terrifying shockwave targeting the Soul swept towards Lin Fan!

"A Soul attack?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, "What a coincidence."

"I have one too."

The Qiongqi on his shoulder suddenly looked up.

It opened its mouth.

"Roar!!!"

This time, the roar was not directed at the physical body.

It was directed straight at the Soul!

The ferocious might of an ancient Vicious Beast turned into an invisible Soul shockwave, slamming hard into the shriek of the blood-colored ghost face!

Shhh!

Like a hot knife through butter.

The shriek of the blood-colored ghost face was forcibly torn apart by the Qiongqi's roar!

Backlash struck, and the six Ghost Mask Men groaned simultaneously, bleeding from all seven orifices!

"Impossible!" The leader of the Ghost Mask Men's voice changed, "You... you actually have a Soul defense Supreme Treasure?!"

"Supreme Treasure?" Lin Fan smiled, "You mean this little guy?"

He patted the Qiongqi's head.

"It's just a pet."

"Specifically..."

Lin Fan's A cold look：

"For eating trash like you."

As he finished speaking.

The immortal slaying sword in his hand moved.

It wasn't a slash.

It was a thrust.

A plain and ordinary thrust.

But wherever the sword tip passed, space distorted, and rules wailed!

"Immortal Slaying First Form..."

"Severing Rules."

Shhh!

The sword light pierced through the chest of the leader of the Ghost Mask Men.

No blood sprayed.

No wound tore open.

But the body of the leader of the Ghost Mask Men began to... disintegrate inch by inch!

It wasn't the disintegration of the physical body.

It was the life rules, blood and Qi rules, and Soul rules that made up his body... being forcibly severed by this sword!

"No... No!!!"

The leader of the Ghost Mask Men let out a desperate roar. He wanted to struggle and resist, but found he couldn't even move a finger.

With the rules severed, he even lost the concept of "movement."

He could only watch helplessly as his body, like a sand sculpture, dissipated bit by bit into the air.

Finally, it turned into a puff of fly ash.

The wind blew.

Vanished into thin air.

[Ding! Slayed a Blood God Temple Peak Martial Ancestor with one sword strike, prestige value +5,000!]

[Current prestige value: 95,570 points!]

...Dead silence.

The remaining five Ghost Mask Men watched their leader turn into fly ash, their eyes under the masks filled with boundless terror.

Run!

This thought appeared in their minds simultaneously.

But before they could move.

Lin Fan's sword was already pointed at them.

"Now," Lin Fan grinned, "it's your turn."

"Tell me, who is your master?"

"Why are you targeting me?"

"Speak."

"Or..."

The sword tip trembled slightly.

"Vanished into thin air."

The five Ghost Mask Men looked at each other.

Suddenly, they all raised their hands and slapped their own foreheads!

They wanted to commit suicide!

However.

"In front of me, you don't even have the right to die."

Lin Fan raised his hand, spreading his five fingers.

"Rubber Rubber! Net!"

His arm shot out instantly, transforming into a large net that firmly bound the five Ghost Mask Men!

At the same time, he pointed his fingers like a sword and tapped repeatedly in the air!

Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!

Five streaks of Sword Qi precisely crippled their Dantians and sealed their Meridians!

"Want to die?" Lin Fan walked up to them and crouched down, "Did you ask me?"

He reached out and tore off the mask of one Ghost Mask Man.

Under the mask was a pale and distorted face, about twenty years old, eyes full of resentment.

"Speak." Lin Fan looked at him.

"Don't even think about it..." the Ghost Mask Man gritted his teeth.

"You have backbone." Lin Fan nodded and raised his hand.

Pfft!

Pointing his fingers like a sword, he sliced open the other's scalp... (cruel interrogation methods omitted here).

"I'll talk..."

"Master wants to revive the remnant Soul of an Ancient Demon God, sacrificing the Geniuses of all countries to open the Demon God's Seal!"

"You have a special Physique, a perfect Sacrificial Offering..."

After the Ghost Mask Man finished speaking, Lin Fan sent him straight to the afterlife.

"Ancient Demon God... revival plan?"

"Using me as a Sacrificial Offering?"

He looked at the remaining four Ghost Mask Men, his gaze cold.

"Your master has quite the nerve."

The four Ghost Mask Men trembled.

"However," Lin Fan suddenly laughed, "it's just as well."

"I was just worried about having nowhere to test my sword."

"Once I've finished looting the Opportunities in these ruins..."

He grinned, revealing pearly white teeth:

"I'll go meet that master of yours."

"Let's see if he sacrifices me..."

"Or if I chop him up to feed the dogs."

As he finished speaking.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

Four streaks of Sword Qi ended the lives of the four Ghost Mask Men.

Lin Fan stood up and looked at the already terrified Japanese and Middle Eastern Martial Artists.

"Now," he flicked the blood off his sword, "it's your turn."

"Kneel, call me daddy, and hand over your things."

"Or die?"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Both groups of people fell to their knees in unison.

"Daddy, have mercy!"

"We'll hand them over! We'll hand everything over!"

"Don't kill us!"

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

"Xiaoming, collect the items."

"Yes! God Fan!"

Wang Xiaoming led his men forward, skillfully looting the corpses and collecting the spoils of war.

Once they've handed over what they should... then they have no more utility.

If they have no utility, then why the hell should they stay alive?

The old rules!

After doing this, Lin Fan walked towards the Pill Sect Ruins.

The pale green protective light shield, although a corner was broken, the core area remained stable.

He walked to the light shield and pressed it with his hand.

Buzz!

The light shield rippled, and a gentle fragrance of pills wafted over.

"The Pill Sect's protective array is even harder to break than the one at the Sword Palace." Su Muyu walked to his side, "It requires a special Pill Dao Mark or a token to open."

"A token?" Lin Fan thought for a moment and took out the Black Token he had previously obtained from the Sword Palace's alchemy room from the System space.

The front of the token was engraved with the word "Pill," and the back was a mountain range pattern.

He held the token and pressed it against the light shield.

Buzz!

The moment the token touched the light shield, a soft green light erupted!

The light shield rippled like water, slowly opening a gateway.

"It really works." Lin Fan's eyes lit up.