Invincible Bloodline

The world of ferocious beasts is above a grand canyon stretching for thousands of miles.

Yang Fan stood in the air, with a frightening cold light flashing in his eyes. He looked around and said coldly, "After following me for so long, it's time to come out."

The reason why he parted ways with the strong men from the Emperor God Clan was partly because he was afraid that the strong men from the Emperor God Clan would compete with him for the King of Ferocious Beasts, but more importantly, he wanted to get rid of those bugs. He really thought that he could almost rival the Half-Step Holy King. Is the power of the Holy Soul vegetarian? How could he not have noticed that tracking method? He just kept hiding it.

"Why, you still haven't come out? Do you want me to invite you to come out?" Yang Fan stared at the void, as if he could see through everything.

"Little Yang Fan, you are quite capable of discovering our whereabouts." A sneer came from all directions.

next moment........

"Boom~~~"

The void that Yang Fan looked at was distorted, and a group of powerful men with terrifying auras emerged from it.

Everyone looked at Yang Fan with the most brutal murderous intent, and several of them wanted to eat Yang Fan's flesh and drink Yang Fan's blood.

Surprisingly, it was Patriarch Jin Yuan and others. Before entering the world of ferocious beasts, Patriarch Jin Yuan secretly left a mysterious mark on Yang Fan.

"Little Yang Fan, if you are with the old man Di Shen and the others, I really won't be able to do anything to you. Unfortunately, you are seeking death on your own. Today next year will be your death anniversary." Ancestor Jin Yuan sneered and looked towards Yang Fan's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

This time, in order to kill Yang Fan in one fell swoop, he not only brought most of the top false saints from their Golden Dragon tribe, but also took away most of the top false saints from their allies and affiliated races.

Among them, there are two pseudo-sages of the thirty-sixth path alone, eight ancestors of the thirty-fourth and thirty-fifth paths, and even more top-level pseudo-sages, as many as forty-two. This lineup is really too terrifying. As long as they don't encounter the Half-Step Holy King who controls the Holy King's laws, they are enough to surround and kill any of the thirty-six false saints.

Ancestor Jin Yuan would not believe that Yang Fan could possess half the Saint King's combat power. You must know that in the entire Origin Continent, which is the largest domain - the Source God Domain, there are several old monsters who have understood the laws of the Holy King. But Even so, because there is no real holy body, there is a big gap between the real combat power and the real half-step holy king.

Yang Fan, such a young boy who is less than ten thousand years old, no matter how defiant he is, if he can be better than him, that is the limit.

Today, Yang Fan's child will die.

"Someone will indeed die today, but it won't be me, but you." Yang Fan sneered. The Golden Dragon Tribe wanted to surround him and kill him. Why didn't Yang Fan want to kill them? Coming here alone was just a trick. .

Yang Fan has full confidence in his own strength. Although the lineup of Ancestor Jin Yuan and others is strong, Yang Fan is confident that he can still take it.

Pseudo saints, in the final analysis, are just false saints. If they were replaced by two top ninth level saints, eight high level top saints, and forty-two middle and low level top saints, Yang Fan would be more afraid of them.

"You dare to speak harshly when you are about to die. I hope your bones are as hard as your tongue." Ancestor Jin Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly, "The Nine-turn Golden Dragon Formation has arisen."

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

With Ancestor Jin Yuan as the center, endless ancient dragon patterns burst out, and in an instant, they enveloped the ancestors and powerful men behind him.

"Ouch~~~"

A terrifying dragon roar that shook the heavens and made the gods cry.

Ancestor Jin Yuan and others suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a nine-clawed golden dragon that was countless tens of thousands of feet long.

The terrifying dragon power was overwhelming, shocking the whole world.

The momentum is far beyond the scope of the thirty-six false saints. At this moment, those thirty false saints, standing in front of the nine-clawed golden dragon, will be crushed to pieces by the terrifying dragon power. .

"Bang~~~Bang~~~Bang~~~"

In all directions, endless evil energy twisted and exploded, and countless spaces completely collapsed into slag.

The Nine-turn Golden Dragon Formation - one of the top formations of the Golden Dragon Clan. Although it only took a few days to run in, it has not been able to fully exert the power of this top-level killing formation. However, even if it is only seven or eight points of power, it is enough to destroy Heaven destroys earth and suppresses everything.

"Child Yang Fan, your death has come."

The voice sounded a bit like Patriarch Jin Yuan, but also a bit specious. It was so aloof and arrogant.

"If you want to kill me, Chang Chong, you are a hundred million years too early."

"Hongmeng Immortal Body, open."

"Boom~~~"

Endless purple light burst out from the pore cells of Yang Fan's body like purple dragons. The momentum of his whole body was rising steadily, skyrocketing crazily, and his body was also rising rapidly, ten feet... Zhang... Baizhang... Thousand Zhang... Ten thousand Zhang... Hundred thousand Zhang... Million Zhang... . Tens of millions of feet......

In an instant, he transformed into a sky-high giant that was nearly 100 million feet tall, as if the Chaos Demon God had descended into the world, standing tall against the sky and looking down upon the world.

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

This is not over yet, swallowing, five elements, destruction... Sixty-nine holy laws came out, flashing crazily around Yang Fan.

Yang Fan has no reservations. There are fifty-two top pseudo-sages, and they have also formed a top-level killing array. He has the qualifications to take action with all his strength.

"Ah~~~Six...sixty-nine holy laws, you...you...how could you...how could it be possible? ..." The nine-clawed golden dragon exclaimed, and his star-like eyes almost stared out of his sockets. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him. It's not that the pseudo-holy realm can only comprehend thirty-six ways. The law of the Holy Lord?

Ancestor Jin Yuan, for example, had already perfected the thirty-six Holy Laws billions of years ago. However, billions of years have passed, and he still has not made a breakthrough and comprehended a new Holy Law.

Even in the huge Origin Continent, I have never heard of anyone who has understood the thirty-seven holy laws. The number of forty-nine is the limit of false saints. This is the shackles of all false saints.

Even evildoers, after completing the thirty-six holy laws, will refine one holy law in the hope that it will undergo a qualitative change and transform into the holy king's law.

But what kind of monster is this in front of me? Not only has it broken an unprecedented fate, but it has also comprehended the sixty-nine laws of the Holy Lord.

God, this is not one more, two more, but almost doubled.

"Go to hell and ask the King of Hell."

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his body moved, tearing the void apart, and he was in front of the nine-clawed golden dragon in an instant.

"Death~~~"

"Boom~~~"

The planet-like right fist swept everything, and the terrifying storm seemed to be able to blow up the entire world of ferocious beasts.

Under the blessing of the sixty-nine holy laws, the terror of this punch was beyond imagination even for Yang Fan himself, especially in the past ten days, he had devoured the rock holy king, giving him the strength of his flesh shell. It has more than doubled, and the pure power of the flesh shell is almost comparable to that of a third-level top saint.

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"Ah, no..."

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: It's so cold that my hands are covered in frostbite. The south without heating is really miserable.