Invincible Bloodline

The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.

Showing your sharpness is sometimes not a good thing.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of those top holy palaces, Yang Fan retreated to practice again.

Today, although he can be called powerful, he has the confidence to fight against a ninth-level high-level saint like Lingwu Shengzun, but he is still far behind those top-level saints, let alone those In a powerful top-level holy palace, there are not only top-level saints, but even an even more terrifying half-step king.

If it really aroused the killing intent of these old monsters, then he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

The law of the holy king is by no means comparable to the law of the holy king. Even the weakest half-step holy king can easily suppress a ninth-level top saint who has mastered the thirty-six laws of the holy king.

After retreating for a hundred years, Yang Fan once again comprehended the three laws, making the number of laws he comprehended reached a terrifying sixty-six.

If this is spread, it will shake the entire Tiannan Boundary River and frighten countless saints.

The sixty-six laws, even the legendary holy king may not be able to comprehend so many laws.

But until now, it was almost Yang Fan's limit.

If he wanted to comprehend the next law, he would either spend tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years to slowly comprehend it, or his bloodline potential would improve further, and he would be promoted to the seventh-rank middle-level holy vein.

Unable to comprehend the new law, Yang Fan can only rely on refining a large amount of holy medicine to strengthen his own strength. Unfortunately, compared to directly devouring the Holy Lord, this speed is completely tortoise speed, more than a hundred times slower, but there is no way to do it .

It's not that he didn't want to ask the Holy Spirit of Wukong to take action, but after thinking about it, Yang Fan still chose to give up. In this world, the most difficult thing to repay is the debt of favor. It's my patriarch, and secondly, it's not safe for the Lingwu sage to take action at this moment.

If you are not careful, you may fold yourself into it.

Today, on the bank of the Tianhe River, there are countless great powers gathered in the Holy Palace, including many top-level saints, and there are hundreds or even thousands of ninth-level high-level saints like Lingwu Shengzun.

 …

In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.

Seeing that the Origin Continent has only appeared in the past few years, the struggle between the major forces has become more and more intense.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Almost every day, there are saints falling.

Among them, there are many middle-level saints, and even high-level saints, and several of them have fallen.

As for under the Holy Venerable, there are more, countless.

Fortunately, there were no members of their Lingwu Sacred Palace among the dead.

A ninth-level high-level saint is still quite intimidating. Coupled with the convenient location, even if the top-level saint is a little careless, he will be disgraced.

As long as they don't go out to kill themselves, no one would dare to take the initiative to trouble them.

 …

Soon, another three years passed.

On this day, the gate of Yang Fan's closed palace slowly opened, and Yang Fan, who had not seen the sun for hundreds of years, slowly walked out of the hall, his steps were very slow, but his body was filled with an unspeakable Confidence, it seems that everything between heaven and earth is under its control.

Just like the high-ranking emperor patrolling the mountains and rivers, people can't help but prostrate on the ground and bow their heads.

Not long ago, Yang Fan received a voice transmission from the Spirit Martial Lord. According to the calculation of the Divine Machine Holy Lord, there are at most ten days left, which is the day when the Origin Continent came into the world.

Not only Yang Fan, but other false saints and half saints who were practicing all came out of their own palaces.

 …

An hour later, in a large square covering millions of acres of land.

A large number of half-saints and false saints gathered here, but compared to hundreds of years ago in the floating city, the number is significantly less than a hundred times.

Of the millions of ordinary semi-sages, none of them are missing, and even the three hundred thousand perfect semi-sages, there are only so few less than 50,000 people at this time.

It's not that there was an accident with those half-sages, but that they were all temporarily put away by people using space treasures. In the Lingwu Sacred Palace, Yang Fan was not the only one who was recruiting soldiers. Those 13 false saints were A lot of semi-saint powerhouses were gathered on each of the big hills, and those high-level consummated semi-saints also attracted a lot of powerhouses.

Of course, the strong men under their command are far from being able to compare with Yang Fan. Even for the strongest false saints, a hundred perfect half saints under their command is the limit.

As for Yang Fan, even without counting the huge army of demon puppets, there are nearly two thousand consummated semi-sacred capitals under his command.

For so many years, those half saints under him were not in vain.

Suppressed the massive resources of the three major factions such as Wusheng Pirates and Xuantian Fleet. Except for the five floors that were handed over to the Lingwu Sacred Palace, the remaining five floors of resources, Yang Fan took half of the resources for cultivation, and the remaining half of the resources They were all bestowed by Yang Fan.

Now, under Yang Fan's command, even the most ordinary soldier is worth more than some great saints.

And those semi-sacred patriarchs have ten times, or even dozens of times, the wealth of other semi-sages in Lingwu Sacred Palace.

I really envy the other elders and half-sages. If Yang Fan hadn't made up his mind and stopped recruiting subordinates, including those false saints, they would have all joined Yang Fan's command in one go.

 …

Time is passing by little by little, just as countless powerful people are looking forward to.

One day...three days...five days...seven days...

 …

Noon on the ninth day.

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

The huge waves of the vast Milky Way are monstrous, and they set off terrifying waves that are as high as billions of feet, as if they want to overturn the entire starry sky.

 …

"Ah~~~ Something happened."

"Come out, the Origin Continent will come out soon."

"This time, I will definitely capture a burst of primordial purple energy."

 …

In an instant, the starry sky near the Tianhe River boiled up. Countless demi-saints, false saints, and saints all stared at the center of Tianhe River with wide-eyed eyes.

I'm afraid I missed a little detail.

Witness this once-in-a-billion-year event.

 …

All attention.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

at this time........

"Boom~~~"

A vast and terrifying continent rose slowly from the center of Tianhe River for an unknown number of light years.

 …

An hour later.

The terrifying continent finally surfaced completely.

The whole big character is so big, Lingwu Continent is in front of it, that is an inconspicuous small island.

Even the entire Lingwu Great World, in front of him, is not as good as one hundred and one.

Some top big worlds are nothing more than that, and even worse.

The entire continent is covered by a layer of gray mist, so hazy that people can't really see everything in the continent.

Even the half-step holy king has an extremely dreamy, unreal, and unattainable feeling.

 …

"The Continent of Origin has finally appeared. As long as I arrive at the Continent of Origin, I don't need to worry about anything..." Yang Fan was so excited that he couldn't wait to enter it. In the past 130 years, he has given him I couldn't hold back, "Seven days, there are still seven days..."

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