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The air of resentment was jubilant, which meant that the Empress should be robbed.

The empress is not dead, and their resentment is hard to appease.

"I don't know how to lift!"

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, and the light in his eyes turned into the sword energy of the Heavenly Sword. When the light passed by, and the sword energy passed by, all resentment in the world would be cut.

Most of the stratus clouds covering the sky were cut off by the light of his eyes.

Resentment is not a living thing, it is difficult to kill.

As soon as the sword energy dissipated, the resentment condensed again.

The condensed resentment turned into a skull floating in front of Lin Fan.

"The Empress is not dead, I will die with peace in my eyes!"

"The empress killed my whole family, the whole family, I must kill her."

"If you want to keep her, you can't keep her. If she doesn't die, the catastrophe will never go away..."

There were voices from the skull.

It's not the voice of the undead, it's the voice of resentment.

Resentment will not kill, nor can it hurt the empress, but too much resentment can reduce the empress' luck and make the empress unknowingly step on a dead end.

"A bunch of weak scum. I can't get rid of the resentment? Don't force me to let your souls fly away. It really annoys me. I will kill you in the underworld. I don't believe it. If you kill all the ghosts in the underworld, you will still have a hard-to-dispel resentment? The ghosts are all dead. How come? resentment propped up."

Lin Fan's eyes became colder and colder.

If the empress is not let go of resentment, then Lin Fan will naturally not let go of the source of resentment, the ghost of resentment.

Lin Fan was not the type to be friendly with him.

In the past, as an emperor, he decided the life and death of thousands of people, ghosts and gods with one word.

Lin Fan couldn't even count the number of living people, ghosts, and ghosts whose life and death were determined by Lin Fan at a glance, and Lin Fan had nothing to do with benevolence.

Now that the resentment is hard to calm down, then solve and kill the source of the resentment.

Scattering ghosts will damage your fortune and luck.

but......

"Whom do I want to kill, can miscellaneous fish stop it?" The blood demon sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword pierced through the space barrier and reached the underworld.

"I've been doing things all my life, so why should I tell others? Even if a pile of resentment dares to stop me, then I'll let your source disappear in smoke."

"Senior, don't do anything. Innocently beating the ghosts into thin air will harm the peace of heaven, damage luck and fortune, and be very bad for the future." Nuwa reminded.

When it comes to luck and fortune, it is mysterious and mysterious, but it does exist.

In the future, Nuwa will become holy through merit.

Merit is one of blessings.

"Don't worry, my practice is unstoppable by virtue and luck!"

"But, it's useless for you to do so. The resentment against the empress is still aimed at the empress, and the doom of the empress will not be eliminated."

"You are wrong. As long as I do it, the resentment against the Empress will be transferred to me, the Nine Art of the Heavenly Sword, the Heavenly Extinguishing Sword!"

The heavenly sword's sword light goes up to the poor and the blue falls, and goes down to the underworld.

A sword spreads across many worlds.

Kill ghosts along the line of cause and effect.

The sword light illuminated the space of the underworld, causing ghosts to cry and gods to howl.

Countless ghosts and gods were cut under the sword, and under the light of the Mietian sword, their souls were scattered, and there were no traces left. Even the heaven and the earth forgot their existence.

Lin Fan's sword not only killed their souls, but also killed the traces of their existence in the wild.

On the way of heaven, there is no such person.

When the sword fell, ghosts and gods were shocked.

"Lin Fan, if you go against the sky, you will die a terrible death."

The skull condensed by resentment collapsed, and the resentment was dispersed invisible.

"My sword can cut even the sky and the earth, not to mention a pile of invisible resentment."

Mietian sword Qi is poor and blue, descending to Huangquan.

The sword light shines on the world, attracting the attention of many great powers in the prehistoric world.

The ancestors of the Dragon Clan, Zhulong and Qilin, cried and laughed at Mietian Jianqi, with hatred in their eyes.

They have come to the end of the mountain.

Apart from them, there are no more than ten quasi-sages from the three races.

Ruoda's three clans have dominated the prehistoric world for many years, but at this time they can't even find ten quasi-sages.

When the last moment came, Zhulong and Qilin Patriarch knew that Di Jun and others would come over sooner or later, they looked at each other, a trace of unbearableness flashed in their eyes, and then the unbearableness turned into determination.

They stood on the altar, each holding a torn book in their hands.

This is a blood book.

The strange bloody text is ominous and evil, and endless hatred and resentment emanate from the book.

It was the cursed blood book that the two ancestors took from Luo Hu when they exterminated the demons.

Zhulong and Qilin Patriarch combined the two halves of the blood book, and blood burst out immediately.

In the light of blood, the two patriarchs recited mantras, and as they recited, a quasi-sage of the Phoenix clan covered in blood joined them.

The quasi-sages of the Phoenix clan who joined hold the authority of the Phoenix clan, which symbolizes the highest leadership of the Phoenix clan.

If the Phoenix Clan did not suffer heavy casualties, then he is the new ancestor of the Phoenix Clan. With the help of his authority, he can mobilize the power of the Phoenix Clan and the luck of the whole family.

At this time, most of the Phoenix Clan was killed or injured, and all he had was authority.

"I curse!"