Invincible Bloodline

Shengwu, in the main control room.

All the saints and false saints were horrified. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Many intermediate saints even cursed loudly. Damn, what did they see? They killed the inanimate thief sixth-level intermediate saint. He was instantly killed by Yang Fan.

Gululu...this...how is this possible, how is this possible?

Although they had thought that Yang Fan could defeat him, in their opinion, Yang Fan would have to endure a hard battle and even pay some price before he could suppress the sixth-level intermediate saint. They never expected that with one blow, With one blow, the sixth-level intermediate saint was destroyed.

Even an eighth-level intermediate saint would not dare to underestimate the power that Yang Fan just burst out.

Change...change, it's really too changeable.

He...how old is he?

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The saints and pseudo-sages in the Lingwu Holy Palace were at least mentally prepared. They knew that Yang Fan had the power to rival Na Cole, but it was different for the Wusheng thieves. Each of their eyes almost fell out of their own eyes. Staring out, one... a false saint would... have the power to rival a high-level intermediate saint. Damn it, I'm not dreaming, am I? Otherwise, how could such a ridiculous thing happen?

I can't believe it, I really can't believe it.

The gap between a false saint and a high-level intermediate saint is more than a hundred thousand light years.

.......

A quarter of an hour, a full quarter of an hour.

Wusheng Shengzun and others had just reluctantly accepted this shocking reality.

next moment.......

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying murderous intention that is difficult to describe in words flashed in the eyes of the Wusheng Saint.

Die, this monster must die today.

Otherwise, they would have trouble sleeping and eating without living and stealing.

The combat power of a mere pseudo-sage is almost comparable to that of an eighth-level intermediate saint. If he is given another period of time to grow, it will be a blessing. Even he, a ninth-level intermediate saint, is far from his opponent.

However, Saint Wusheng did not take action directly, but issued an order to gather and fire.

An eighth-level intermediate saint who specializes in the power of flesh shell. Even if he takes action personally, it is easy to defeat him, but it is very difficult to kill him. If he is not careful, he may still be killed. A heavy price will be paid.

Not even a breath.

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

The Wusheng, together with hundreds of skeleton battleships, opened up their firepower, and their endless beams of destruction directly tore through the sky, turning into a terrifying shower of meteors and fire, blasting towards Yang Fan.

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Shengwu, in the main control room.

"Ah, no..."

The expressions of all the saints and pseudo-saints suddenly changed. Wusheng and hundreds of skeleton battleships fired a salvo. The power was so terrifying that even the ninth-level intermediate saints could be severely damaged or even exploded. Although Yang Fan He showed that he was chasing the eighth-level intermediate saint, but he was still very weak under the terrifying power that could destroy even the ninth-level intermediate saint.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Lingwu Shengzun.

At this moment, the only one who can save Yang Fan is the Lingwu Saint.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the Lord Lingwu was actually sitting on his throne, with no intention of saving Yang Fan.

What the hell is going on here...?

Why hasn't the Patriarch taken action? Could it be... Could it be that the Patriarch... He...

Suddenly, a terrible thought emerged in the sea of ​​saints' consciousness. With Yang Fan's incredible potential, it would be easy to threaten the status of Lingwu Saint.

Grandmaster is so confused, this is completely destroying his own future.

Less than 400 years old, he has the fighting power of a high-level intermediate saint. The future of such a monster is beyond their imagination. As long as Yang Fan is here, their Lingwu Holy Palace will surpass other major forces and dominate the Tiannan Boundary River, even the Tiannan Boundary River. It is not impossible to dominate the Emma Realm. How can you ignore the desperate situation just because of a little selfishness? This is so unwise.

at this time.......

"Boom~~~"

Millions of destructive light beams exploded in the starry sky near Yang Fan. The terrifying energy frenzy completely destroyed the starry sky within a light-year area, and the stars turned into the most brilliant fireworks. .

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"Hahaha~~~ It's dead, this little monster is dead..." The Wusheng Saint and a group of saints laughed wantonly. No matter how talented you are, you will die without me. The hands of thieves.

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"It's over, everything is over." The pseudo-holy saint fell on his seat as if he was dead, looking at the Lingwu Holy Lord on the throne one by one, full of unconcealed resentment, if he didn't know that he was far from being Opponents of the Lingwu Saint, they really want to ask the Lingwu Saint, what does he think? How many holy palaces are there for such a heaven-defying monster like Yang Fan? Even the big forces can't ask for something, but our Lingwu Saint Palace can appear. One person, that’s how much virtue he has accumulated.

You actually just watched him die, getting kicked in the head by a donkey, or something like that.

Many people secretly have the intention of withdrawing from the Lingwu Holy Palace.

Heartbroken, really heartbroken.

Even a monster like Yang Fan can give up at will, let alone people like them.

It's better to leave Lingwu Holy Palace as soon as possible, lest one day become an outcast.

"Don't worry too much, you still don't know who I am..." Lingwu Shengzun shook his head helplessly, "Yang Fan is not as simple as you think..." ..."

"What? Could things be turning around?" The bodies of the saints and pseudo-saints were shocked. Thinking carefully, the Patriarch is not the one who is jealous of the virtuous. Otherwise, the Heavenly Punishment Saint and the others would not be able to successfully advance to the position of senior saint. And to be honest, if the ancestor really couldn't tolerate Yang Fan, Yang Fan would probably have been out of the world for a long time.

With the power of the ninth-level high-ranking Lingwu Saint, it would be extremely easy to murder an intermediate-level saint.

But is this possible? That was a terrifying power that could destroy even a ninth-level intermediate saint.

at this time.......

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

Endless divine light burst out from the center of destruction, and the light was bright and swept across the entire starry sky.

next moment.......

A terrifying giant with a height of millions of feet appeared in everyone's sight.

It was Yang Fan.

After the power of the flesh shell advanced to the sixth-level intermediate saint level, Yang Fan's flesh shell defense was almost comparable to the Five Tribulations Sacred Artifact. He fully mobilized the sacred body of all beasts. Although the flesh shell defense was not as terrifying as the Six Tribulation Sacred Artifacts, it was Among the many Five Tribulations Sacred Artifacts, they are considered top-notch.

Although that round of volleys was terrifying, there was still a big gap between destroying a top-level Five Tribulation Sacred Artifact.

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"Ah! He's not dead, Yang Fan is not dead."

"Okay~~~Okay~~~Okay~~~It's really great."

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In an instant, the entire Shengwu main control room erupted into shocking cheers. Soon, everyone looked at Lingwu Shengzun apologetically. If they didn't understand at this moment that they had misunderstood the Patriarch, their lives would have been in vain. For many years.

We are trying to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. With the character of our ancestor, how could we do that villain's thing?

.......

There is no birth number.

"No...not a human being, he...he is not a human being..."

The wild laughter of Saint Wusheng and the others stopped, replaced by endless panic. Even Saint Wusheng's eyes flashed with unspeakable panic.

The Wusheng fleet fired a salvo, and even he had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

But the monster was lucky. It was able to survive with only its flesh shell and was unscathed.

fear! It's really scary.

And the aura he was emitting at this moment was more than a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than before. It had already surpassed the category of an intermediate saint, which made him tremble with fear.

Go, go now.

Soon, there was a hint of retreat in the mind of the Wusheng Saint. The fleet fired a volley, which was almost the strongest attack method of their Wusheng bandits. The result was that it was still unable to hurt it at all. In other words, the monster was already invincible. Continuing to fight will serve no other purpose than increasing casualties.

Just wanting to leave is not that easy. After finally encountering such a big piece of fat, how could Yang Fan let them run away like that.

It's too late, it's fast.

"Pfft~~~"

Yang Fan moved his body, took a step forward, and appeared directly in front of the Wu Sheng fleet.

"Okay, let's get it over with."

"Boom~~~"

Yang Fan struck out with a palm, swallowing, five elements, suppressing...the power of the twenty-five great saints' laws all burst out, shrouding the inanimate fleet.

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thanks to my friend Huangmao for the reward.