Invincible Bloodline

Mangcang ancient country, Mangcang Imperial Palace.

Ancient Emperor Mangcang and the ancestors of the eight empires gathered together.

Discussing how to deal with Yang Fan, the evil spirit outside that day, and his army of evil spirits.

Soon, everyone unanimously decided to gather the power of the nine countries, take the initiative to attack, and complete the battle in one go, destroying Yang Fan and his army of evil spirits in one fell swoop.

Waiting for the army of evil spirits to attack, the only thing waiting for them in the end is to be defeated one by one. The nine great empires in the southwest are good exceptions.

Not only their nine kingdoms, they were also able to summon those kingdoms to attack the southwest together.

Although these kingdoms alone are far less powerful than their major empires, let alone compared to the vast ancient kingdoms that have been passed down for tens of billions of years, the combined power of dozens and hundreds of kingdoms is still a huge force that cannot be ignored. Power is to completely subvert one or even multiple empires.

at this time.......

A slightly joking voice sounded in the hall.

"Want to join forces to deal with me? It's a good idea, but it's a pity that you don't have that chance."

"Who is it?" The expressions of the nine powerful men, including Mang Cang Ancient Emperor, changed one after another, and a deep fear flashed in their eyes. The nine of them were not weaklings. After all, each of them had the power of the Seven Pseudo Saints. Cultivation, the strongest person, even controls the twelve false saints. The newcomer can actually approach them silently. The terrifying strength can be imagined, and it is very likely that he has surpassed the twelve false saints. In the realm of the Thirteen Pseudo Saints, it is even higher.

Quietly, Ancient Emperor Mangcang pressed a mechanism under the throne.

"Pfft~~~"

The space in the center of the hall was torn open like a curtain.

next moment.......

A very young figure in black clothes, who looked to be in his twenties, appeared in everyone's sight. This person had a mediocre aura and looked like a rich man with no knowledge of martial arts.

But such an ordinary boy made an imperial ancestor exclaim, "Ah, evil spirit Yang Fan, is that you?"

Yang Fan took action to destroy the nine imperial capitals one after another. The ancestors of the major empires were already familiar with Yang Fan's image.

In an instant, everyone's breathing was stagnant, their eyes were full of fear, and even faintly filled with panic. The bark of the tree, the name of the person, the strong suppression again and again, how strong Yang Fan was, everyone had it in their hearts. It is not impossible for him to be at least a pseudo-sage of the fifteenth path, or even a pseudo-sage of the sixteenth or seventeenth path.

Although the nine of them are all ancestors of the same country and the top powerhouses in the Yangyun Domain, even so, if the nine of them join forces, they can only fight against the fourteen false saints. One fifteen false saint can easily suppress them. They were defeated, not to mention that the evil spirit Yang Fan probably had more than fifteen pseudo-sage cultivation levels.

"Yang Fan, what do you want to do? Our Mangcang Ancient Palace is not a place for you to run wild." The Mangcang Ancient Emperor suppressed the panic in his heart and said calmly.

"You are all discussing how to deal with me, and you actually ask me what I want to do?" Yang Fan sneered, and then his face turned cold and said, "If you dare to plot against me, I will kill you."

"Rumble~~~~"

A swallowing black hole suddenly emerged, shrouding the nine powerful men including Mang Cang Ancient Emperor.

They hit them as fast as they wanted, with great force and force, without giving the Ancient Emperor Mang Cang and the others a chance to speak.

"Damn it, you bastard. Everyone, stop it. I have already informed the ancestors. In just a few breaths, the ancestors will be here. By then, this beast will die." Ancient Emperor Mangcang cursed and puffed up.

Hearing this, the spirits of the ancestors of the eight empires were immediately shocked. They did not expect to be better than Yang Fan, but they were only able to hold him for a few breaths, and they were still sure of it. This was even an opportunity for them. As long as they could solve this Yang Fan , the army of evil spirits will definitely be leaderless, and they will be able to easily defeat them and sweep across the southwestern land.

They have full confidence in Ancestor Mangcang. He is one of the most powerful people in their Yangyun Region. He was already a pseudo-sage of the seventeenth path hundreds of millions of years ago. Even if he has not broken through to the pseudo-sage of the eighteenth path now, , I’m afraid it’s not much different.

What's more, this is still in the ancient capital of Mangcang. With the foundation of the ancient country of Mangcang, the combat power he can exert will definitely far exceed his cultivation.

"MD, let's fight."

"Success or failure lies in one move."

"The art of great reincarnation, the power of reincarnation, bless my body."

........

The ancestors of the eight empires gritted their teeth and used their own methods to suppress the situation. A fifteen-path pseudo-sage, or even a stronger one, would never allow them to underestimate him in the slightest, even if it only held him for a few breaths. Same.

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

In an instant, their momentum surged, and their cultivation strength increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The weakest person's momentum at this time is no less than that of a Nine-Path False Saint, and the aura erupted by the strongest Twelve-Path False Saint is faintly surpassing that of the Thirteen Paths False Saint, and directly catching up with the Ten Pseudo Saints. The power of the four false saints.

But the most terrifying thing is the ancient Emperor Manghuang, who directly crossed from nine pseudo-holy realms to fourteen pseudo-holy realms in one fell swoop, directly crossing a great secret realm and five great realms.

An ancient country is an ancient country, and its methods are far more sharp than ordinary empires.

"Ho~~~ Let this emperor defeat you."

"Break it into pieces, Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist."

.........

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

The four ancient emperors of Manghuang unleashed their strongest attacks almost at the same time.

The terrifying power shattered the entire palace into pieces in an instant. In all directions, large areas of space, the palace collapsed into rubbish.

"Ah, how is this possible..."

The nine Mang Cang Ancient Emperors looked in disbelief. Their nine powerful men would do anything to deliver a killing blow. The power contained in it had definitely surpassed that of a fifteen-path pseudo-sage who struck with all his strength. The false saints of the Six Paths will suffer big losses if they are not careful.

But what they saw was that the devouring black hole swallowed up their attacks instantly, so effortlessly.

"Haha... Do you really think that I am still the same person I was before?"

Yang Fan sneered, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. If it was him half a year ago, it would not be easy to take the killing blow of the nine Mangcang Ancient Emperors. It is impossible to say that he would have to pay some price. The sixteen false saints, among others Although his combat power is far less than that of the seventh-level intermediate saint, he still barely reaches the threshold of the sixth-level intermediate saint.

Unfortunately, today is different from the past. After devouring a large amount of Hongmeng Purple Qi and devouring hundreds of false holy queens, my combat power has increased by leaps and bounds. The strength of these clones has also increased.

All of them have reached the seventh-level intermediate saint realm, and among many seventh-level intermediate saints, they are all considered top-notch.

It's too late, it's fast.

"Boom~~~"

The swallowing black hole continues to crush down.

"Ah, no~~~"

The Mangcang Ancient Emperor's expression changed, and he wanted to escape, but the surrounding space had been completely blocked, and there was no way to escape. He could only watch the swallowing black hole crash into his body.

.........

"Evil obstacle, stop."

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying aura of eighteen false saints suddenly swept out from the eastern sky, rolling like a tide, crushing towards Yang Fan.

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