Invincible Bloodline

"Pfft..."

Like squeezing an ant to death, it refined the Holy Son Jinpeng into dregs.

Yang Fan turned his gaze and looked at the five Qingxuan Saints, with a hint of cat-and-mouse banter in his eyes, "Who is next?"

In an instant, the hearts of the five Holy Sons Qingxuan suddenly rose to their throats, their heartbeats accelerated rapidly, and they were about to jump out of their chests.

Want to escape? But thinking about the tragic ending of the Holy Son Jinpeng, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, unable to take a single step.

The speed of Holy Son Jinpeng was several times faster than theirs, but as a result, he was easily captured by the monster and escaped, which would only make him die faster.

"The Holy Son of Xuanming, Xuan Mo... The Holy Son of Jin Chan, Jin Rui... The Holy Son of Qingxuan, Qing Xuanzhen... The Holy Maiden of Flowers, Hua Ruoman... Holy Son Hou Chen..." Yang Fan softly chanted the names of the five people, and the sound was like a reminder, making the Holy Son Qingxuan and the five people tremble with fear.

The torment and panic in my heart are completely difficult to describe in words. There is still a hint of self-mockery in my heart. In the past, it was the five of them who decided the life and death of others. When did I have a day like this, where life and death were not at all my own? Under control.

Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes suddenly stopped on Hou Chen, the Holy Son of Heavenly Roar.

"No... no, brother Wuji, you... have you forgotten that our Tianhou clan is allies with your Sun, Moon and Star clans, and I am on your side. ..." Holy Son Tianhou's heart suddenly tightened, and he said tremblingly, he doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die, he has only lived for less than 40 million years, and still has billions of years to live. How could he just fall here?

"If you want to kill, just kill them. The Xuanming Saint Clan is the enemy of your three tribes. In the past, I don't know how many children of the three tribes fell at the hands of their Xuanming Clan." Dead Taoist Friend Budie Pindao , For the sake of his own life, Holy Son Tianhou no longer cares about so much.

"Shameless."

"Hou Chen, you bastard."

"You wait for me, the Holy Son, I'm not done with you."

.......

The four Holy Sons of Qingxuan were furious, especially the Holy Son of Xuanming, Xuan Mo, whose eyes were spitting fire. They wanted to cut this Hou Chen into pieces. You just said that you were greedy for life and afraid of death and begged for mercy. Why did you drag him on? us.

"The children of my three clans cannot die in vain." A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. He also understood the grievances between the Xuanming Saint Clan and the Sun, Moon and Star Clan. In the final analysis, it was all about resources and territory.

The Xuanming Mansion, where the Xuanming Clan is located, is adjacent to the Moon God Mansion, where the Yueguang Clan is located among the Sun, Moon and Star Clan, and there is inevitably friction and struggle between them.

"Huh..." Hearing this, Hou Chen breathed out secretly. Although he would definitely offend Holy Son Xuanming, so what, it was better than losing his own life. , and after today, it’s hard to say that there is no Holy Son Xuanming.

Looking at Wuji's ruthless attitude, I'm afraid he won't be allowed to leave here alive.

But at this moment, Yang Fan suddenly changed the subject and said coldly, "But I hate shameless people like you even more. And if I remember correctly, you, Hou Chen, was the one who shouted the most fun just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan moved his right hand and grabbed Hou Chen.

"Ah, no, brother Wuji, you can't do this, I'm on your side...ah..."

Suddenly, there was a shrill howl, and Hou Chen's voice stopped.

"Good! Good kill."

"Hou Chen, the dog thief, deserves to die."

"MD, it's so cheap to just die like this."

........

The four Qingxuan Saints cheered loudly. Hou Chen's shameless look just now really made them angry. If they were not afraid of Yang Fan, they would have taken action long ago and beat Hou Chen so hard that his mother didn't even recognize him.

But soon, the expressions of the four Qingxuan Saints became solemn again.

Although the thief Hou Chen was dead, their crisis was not over yet. Looking at Xing Wuji's posture, it was obvious that he was not prepared to let them go.

at this time.......

Yang Fan's cold voice sounded in their ears again, "Xuan Mo, it's your turn, go down and atone for the sins of my people."

"Xing Wuji, do you really want to do this to such an extreme extent? Aren't you afraid that my Xuanming clan will seek revenge on you?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Ho! Wuji kid, you forced me to do this..."

A fierce look flashed in Xuan Mo's eyes, and his face was ferocious, as if he were a fierce ghost from the Nine Nether Hell.

next moment.......

"Rumble..."

Xuan Mo's whole body was inflating rapidly like an inflating balloon.

Self-destruct.

Knowing that there was no hope of survival, Xuan Mo resolutely chose to self-destruct. Even if he died, he would drag Yang Fan along with him.

"Ah, no..." The expressions of Qingxuan Saint Son and the other three people changed drastically, and they all subconsciously stepped back.

Self-destruction, especially the self-destruction of a strong Half-Saint like Xuan Mo, is the most powerful Half-Saint. It is often a narrow escape from death, let alone late-stage Semi-Saints like them.

"Jie Jie Jie... Wuji kid, let's die together." Xuan Mo Jie Jie smiled strangely, his voice was so creepy.

"You want my life just by self-destructing? Xuan Mo, I have to say, you are really naive." Yang Fan sneered disdainfully. A late-stage semi-sage self-destructing is not terrible, but it is only compared to the fourth level. For the following low-level Perfect Half-Saint, with Yang Fan's current cultivation strength, as long as he activates the Holy Body of Ten Thousand Beasts, even if he stands still and lets it explode, there is no chance of hurting him.

After several years of seclusion, under the impact of the vast mana, Yang Fan's flesh shell defense also increased exponentially, which was enough to rival a high-grade quasi-sacred weapon, and it was still the top-notch high-grade quasi-sacred weapon. If it activates the sacred body of all beasts, It is comparable to the top quasi-sacred weapon.

An ordinary seventh-level perfect half-saint would never be able to break through his defense without a holy weapon in hand, not to mention that it was only a self-destruction comparable to a fourth-level perfect half-body blow.

Of course, Yang Fan would not waste it like this. This Xuan Mo is a great supplement.

"Rumble..."

A swallowing black hole appeared out of thin air, and instantly swallowed up the black ink that swelled like a meat ball.

........

"Gululu...it's solved...it's solved, it's just...it's solved so easily..." The Qingxuan Holy Son who retreated suddenly The three of them swallowed hard, their eyes were like fish eyes, almost protruding from their sockets, and they self-destructed. If it was so easy to solve, it would not be the monk's most powerful killing move.

With the cultivation level of Holy Son Xuanming, once he chooses to self-destruct his body and holy soul, the power will directly increase ten times or more than a hundred times in just an instant. Even most of the saint clan leaders can only temporarily avoid the sharp edge. It was impossible to kill Holy Son Xuanming like Yang Fan did.

Could it be...could it be that Xing Wuji...his power has already surpassed most of the saint clan masters?

How is this possible? How old is he? He is less than a fraction of the masters of the major saint clans.

"Okay! It's your turn now." Yang Fan's voice was a little impatient, but also a little funny. He was really bored, spending so long with so many ants.

Is it because I have been in seclusion for a long time?

"No...don't, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"I surrender, brother Wuji, as long as you spare my life, I swear that from now on, you will be the only one who obeys me. If you ask me to move, I will never go west. If you ask me to catch chickens, I will never chase the dogs. "

........

At the time of life and death, Qingxuan and the other two saints completely put aside their past pride and the dignity of the saints and saints, and were willing to submit to a royal disciple like Yang Fan. Surrendering was better than losing one's life, especially the flower goddess Hua Ruoman. She has charming eyes, scratches her head and poses, trying her best to show her graceful figure. As long as Yang Fan nods, she can become Yang Fan's woman immediately, and go to Wu Mountain with him to have a good time.

"Surrender to me? It's a pity that you are all half-saints, so you'd better go on your way."

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