Invincible Bloodline

In the endless starry sky, Yang Fan stood proudly, quietly waiting for the arrival of the inanimate fleet. His eyes were calm, and there was no trace of panic or uneasiness.

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Soon, a minute passed.

"Boom~~~"

A brilliant black light cut through the void, and a terrifying powerful man wearing a black leopard-headed armor with a majestic aura dominating the wilderness walked out.

This is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old and has a rough face. As soon as he stands casually, the void in all directions becomes unstable, and it seems that there is a possibility of complete collapse at any moment.

All over his body, in every cell, there is dormant stupidity, stupidity, desire, and ferocity.

It was none other than Quentin, who came to retrieve Yang Fan's dog head on the orders of the Innocent Lord.

Between breaths.

Quentin's cold eyes glanced at Yang Fan, who was millions of miles away, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You humble aphid, you must be impatient with life, you dare to block my innocent path."

There was a hint of joking in his voice, he was such a fake saint, I really don't know who gave him the courage.

"Aphids?" A deep disdain flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

The words just fell.

"Boom~~~"

Yang Fan waved his hand and grabbed Quentin with one palm. He was just a third-level saint, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

In this palm, Yang Fan didn't use much power. He didn't even use the power of the flesh shell. But how powerful Yang Fan is now. The power of the flesh shell alone is comparable to that of a sixth-level intermediate saint. His power is terrifying. , enough to suppress a fifth-level saint.

"Ah~~~"

With just enough time to let out the shrill wail of a dying beast, Quentin was captured by Yang Fan with one hand, and all his power was instantly sealed, and he was trapped in the Dorojin Pagoda like a dead dog.

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In the main control room of Wu Shenghao.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Saint Wusheng, "I didn't expect that I was mistaken." Although this boy's cultivation level is not good, the tyranny of the flesh shell is somewhat beyond his imagination. The power just now was already No less than a sixth-level saint, such a powerful flesh shell power is no more than that of an ordinary intermediate saint. Even if he, a ninth-level intermediate saint, is only slightly better than the flesh shell power alone.

"But even so, you still have to die." A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the Wusheng Saint turned his gaze, looking down at the ninth-level saint, and ordered, "Barry, come up."

"Yes, big boss."

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"Bad boy, let Quentin go immediately, I'll give you a treat." There was a sharp shout like a demon.

"Rumble..."

A brilliant golden light cut through the void, and a golden-armored divine general walked out, holding a golden divine spear. The whole person looked as if he were made of gold.

The golden light shines brightly in the starry sky.

"Ant, die."

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and without giving Nabari a chance to speak again, he just landed a palm.

With this palm, Yang Fan mobilized 1% of the power of the flesh shell, which was comparable to a full blow from a third-level intermediate saint. Nabari was only a ninth-level saint, and he did not have the power of the life star like the Yuxing Saint that day. With the blessing, the fighting power of a first-level intermediate saint can be unleashed.

Not even a breath.

"Pfft~~~"

This Barry directly followed in the footsteps of Quentin, who was suppressed by Yang Fan and included in the Dorojin Pagoda.

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Wu Shenghao, main control room.

The silence was a bit scary for a while. The twenty-five saints, including the Wusheng Lord, all had their eyes widened, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.

A mere false saint actually suppressed a ninth-level saint with one blow. How could there be such a monster in the world? Even the legendary Xingluo Saint was far inferior to him.

Not to mention Wusheng Shengzun and others, there are also a group of saints and pseudo-sages in the Shengwu Hall. They are like this, with eyes as big as fish eyes.

Although he knew that Yang Fan had the power to defeat a ninth-level saint, he never expected that it would be such a crushing method.

Not even a shred of magic power was mobilized, let alone any Holy Lord's laws. They were completely crushed by the power of the flesh shell.

This flesh shell is simply invincible, even the high-level saints are nothing more than this.

monster! What a monster! ! !

Is it...could he...he really...really be able to defeat...defeat the Wusheng thief?

Unknowingly, the thoughts of many saints and pseudo-sages began to waver.

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After a while, Holy Master Wusheng calmed down the shock in his heart.

next moment.......

His eyes turned and fell on the second person from the lower left. This was a middle-aged man wearing a white scale armor. His facial expression was very proud, and his whole body was filled with an almost death aura.

Cole, the fourth-ranking figure among the Wusheng Thieves, is a powerful sixth-level saint just below the big leader Wusheng Shengzun and the two deputy leaders.

"Cole, come on."

"Yes, boss."

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"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

A terrifying and invincible pressure came directly towards Yang Fan, covering the starry sky around Yang Fan.

"Dong~~~dong~~~dong~~~"

Heavy footsteps sounded, trampling into the void, causing the space to tremble.

Cole came through the air, and every step he took left a terrifying dent in the void.

The terrifying aura is enough to make countless saints tremble in fear.

.......

"He is actually a sixth-level intermediate saint. Yang Fan may be in trouble now." A heavy look flashed in the eyes of a high-level intermediate saint. Although Yang Fan was still hiding, in his opinion, he could have the combat power of a sixth-level intermediate saint. , which is the limit.

After all, Yang Fan is under four hundred years old by all calculations.

This battle is likely to be a close one. If you are not careful, Yang Fan may suffer some losses.

at this time.......

Cole spoke with an expression of indescribable arrogance, "Junior, your flesh shell is the only one I've seen in my life, but the way of the body is only a trail after all. You can never be my opponent. You can catch me without any help." , I don’t think I can give you a happy time..."

"You're an ant, and you're worthy of telling me all the secrets, and you're not afraid of making people laugh." Yang Fan sneered. How could a sixth-level intermediate saint, like an ant, have the confidence to dare to talk to him? High-profile speech.

Is the way of flesh~the body a small way?

I simply don’t know what to say. The Hongmeng Immortal Body that I have cultivated is a peerless divine art that points directly to the supreme true divine realm. Not to mention the small Tiannan Boundary River, even in the entire Emma Realm, it is not possible to find a book that is related to it. Compared with the magic formula between.

"Junior, look for..." Cole's eyes flashed fiercely, just about to explode.

But before he could say the word "death" behind him, Yang Fan had already torn apart the space and charged towards him.

A sixth-level intermediate saint still has some qualifications that allow him to show some strength.

"Be obedient and become the nourishment for my growth."

"Boom~~~"

With a grin, Yang Fan dropped his palm.

With this palm, Yang Fan not only used all the power of his flesh shell, but also mobilized the terrifying magic power in his body that was as vast as that of a sixth-level intermediate saint. The terrifying power in it was faintly surpassing that of a seventh-level intermediate saint, and directly catching up with that of an eighth-level saint. potential.

"Ah, how could this happen?"

The arrogance on Cole's face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless fear and despair.

"Boom~~~"

The sky collapsed.

The Three Tribulation Sacred Artifact defense shirt on Cole's body shattered and exploded.

The terrifying palm power continued to spread, causing his holy body to fall apart, his skin and flesh exploding, and even his bones were shattered and scattered in all directions.

"Pfft~~~"

Cole had just reborn with a drop of blood when a golden tower shadow flashed away and completely swallowed him up.

.......

"Fuck, it's suppressed. The sixth-level intermediate saint was suppressed by just one blow. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." An eighth-level intermediate saint in the main control room of the Shengwu stood up. He stood up and uttered a series of foul words, "Is this monster really my human race?"

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