Invincible Bloodline

Qinglin Emperor City, above.

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

Streams of bright green light suddenly cut through the void, and in an instant, they were millions of miles away from Yang Fan.

Thirteen powerful and terrifying men were revealed who were dominating the wilderness.

False saints are all powerful false saints.

Especially the middle-aged man wearing cyan unicorn armor in the center is a pseudo-sage of the Seven Paths. In terms of cultivation alone, he is no less than those of the top saints and saints of the Holy Palace.

"Ancestor, it's ancestor, we can be saved, we can be saved."

In an instant, the panic in the hearts of countless foreign races in the Qinglin Emperor City was swept away. The ancestor was the most powerful person in their Qinglin Empire. Even in the entire Yangyun Domain, he was ranked among the top powerful people. Moreover, with the help of so many false saints from the royal family, he will definitely be able to defeat the demon.

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"One false saint with seven paths, one false saint with six paths, three false saints with four paths, five false saints with three paths, and three false saints with two paths. It seems that I have underestimated these natives of the mainland." Yang Fan said twice. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. These thirteen false saints alone were almost enough to drink a pot of hundreds of false saints from the Lingwu Holy Palace. This was just an ordinary empire, and with The Qinglin Empire's strength is far from adequate among the 1,080 regions in the entire Origin Continent, not to mention the top 1,000, but even the 10,000,000 strong.

In this continent of origin, perhaps these natives are their real enemies.

Faintly, Yang Fan's mind began to waver.

But soon, the distracting thoughts in his heart were replaced by a scorching heat. Many of the holy laws controlled by these thirteen false saints were exactly what he needed. The forty holy laws he controlled Among them, there are only eleven paths that have truly entered the realm of Dzogchen. The remaining twenty-nine paths of the Holy Lord are nine in the realm of Dacheng, twelve in the realm of Lesser perfection, and eight more. A good introduction.

Moreover, there is also a holy law that he has understood but has not yet advanced to. If he devours them, his combat power will definitely increase a lot.

at this time.......

"Who are you, and why did you invade our imperial capital for no reason?" Ancestor Qinglin asked with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You are a little seven-path false saint. Who gave you the courage to question me? Or are you just relying on these aphids behind you?" A look of disdain flashed across Yang Fan's face, and there was also a hint of confusion. Although he had not used all his powers just now, The power that can be unleashed is no less than that of a first-level intermediate saint.

If he is a false saint, he must have at least twelve pseudo-holy combat powers.

Ancestor Qinglin and others are not weak in strength, but at most they can only compete with the Nine Pseudo Saints. Compared with the Twelve Pseudo Saints, it is a world of difference.

At this moment, they didn't even think about how to escape, but they actually dared to appear in front of them. This was quite courageous.

"Abominable evil spirits from outside the world, how dare you underestimate us..." Ancestor Qinglin and the twelve false saints behind him gritted their teeth. For hundreds of millions of years, they had never been so despised, but in the end They still suppressed the anger in their hearts. Although they had something to rely on, it was their Qinglin Empire's last trump card. It was better not to use it.

"Huh~~~" Taking a deep breath, the Qinglin Ancestor slowly said, "Humans, retreat now. I will assume that nothing has happened. Otherwise, I, the Qinglin Empire, will not be easy to mess with. "

"Oh~~~~I would like to see how difficult it is for your Qinglin Empire to mess with you." Yang Fan drawled his voice, with a trace of cat-and-mouse teasing in his eyes.

"Human, don't force me..." Qinglin Ancestor's eyes were fixed on Yang Fan, who was almost on the verge of explosion.

"Forcing you? I will force you. If you have any means, use it. On the provincial road to Huangquan, blame me for not giving you that chance." Yang Fan was aggressive. He didn't believe that the Qinglin Empire could use any means to do this. Comeback.

Even if the Qinglin Empire really has some means to threaten the intermediate saint, so what?

The worst case scenario is to summon the deity.

With the connection between the clone and the main body, the main body can arrive in this area within a few breaths at most.

"Okay~~~Okay~~~Okay~~~Human, you forced me..." Ancestor Qinglin flashed a fierce look in his eyes, as if he had made some decision.

next moment.......

A green Qilin piece appeared in his hand, and it seemed that he could vaguely see a green wood Qilin galloping around.

In an instant, an ancient aura of vicissitudes burst out and swept across the world.

This is a piece of sapphire unicorn in the sixteen realms of pseudo-holy realm. It contains the holy power of the sapphire unicorn. Once activated, it can erupt with the terrifying power of twelve or even thirteen pseudo-holy realms. It is The most powerful weapon in the Qinglin Empire.

If Yang Fan hadn't forced him hard, Patriarch Qinglin would never have used this trump card.

That holy power is really gone once you use it.

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It's too late, it's fast.

"Boom~~~"

The sapphire unicorn piece suddenly merged into the body of the ancestor Qinglin.

next moment........

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

Ancestor Qinglin's whole body's strength surged like a landslide and tsunami, and his whole body's aura skyrocketed crazily, rising steadily.

The body is also taller inch by inch, one foot... three feet... ten feet... fifty feet... one hundred feet... .Thousands of feet...... Ten thousand feet......

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying giant spirit that was more than ten thousand feet tall, pointing at the sky and stepping on the ground, looking down at the world.

"Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~"

In all directions, large pieces of space were like tiles, all of which collapsed into slag and turned into powder.

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"Jiejiejie~~~Power, this is the power of the ancestors...powerful, really too powerful...I have never had such power. Now I can easily You can destroy a Nine-Path False Saint in a short time... Hahaha... Ants, tremble, despair..."

Ancestor Qinglin's voice suddenly turned into a roar, whirling between heaven and earth.

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"Hiss~~~ Today's ancestor is really too strong. There is a huge gap in life levels between us and us. Even if twelve people and I join forces, there is absolutely no way that we can be the master of the ancestor." The enemy..." The twelve false saints of the Qinglin Imperial Clan, who had already retreated thousands of miles away, gasped when they looked at the majestic figure like a demon god.

"Okay~~~Okay~~~Okay~~~ With the ancestor's current strength, he will definitely be able to kill the evil spirits outside the sky."

"Abominable evil spirit from outside the world, how dare you underestimate our Qinglin Imperial Clan, your time to die has come."

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"Is this the strongest trump card of your Qinglin Imperial Clan?" Yang Fan shook his head with some disappointment. He thought it was some kind of trump card that would make the gods cry, but it turned out to be such a small trick. Although the Qinglin Patriarch was not inferior in momentum at this time, As for the Thirteen Pseudo Saints, the power that he can forcibly improve with the help of external forces cannot be compared with the real Thirteen Pseudo Saints. It's not much better than coming.

At most, it is comparable to a top-level first-level intermediate saint. With this power, not to mention Yang Fan himself, even his avatar does not take it seriously.

"Human, what do you mean by this?" Ancestor Qinglin's laughter stopped, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

"That's it for now. Be obedient and become the nourishment for my growth." A cruel sneer flashed across the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, and he slapped it with a palm.

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying swallowing black hole suddenly appeared, crushing towards the Qinglin Ancestor.

"Oh no......."

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