Invincible Bloodline

Tiannan Boundary River, Southwest Starfield.

The alliance army headed by ten major forces, including Nine Heavens Temple, Demon God Palace, and Truth Sect, has besieged the Lingwu Great World for twenty years.

In the past 20 years, both sides have been jealous of each other. Although they are constantly fighting every day, the top powerhouses at the half-step Saint King Realm seldom make a move.

"Boom~~~"

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the void thirty light-years away from a large fortress stretching hundreds of light-years to the northwest of Lingwu Great World.

next moment.......

A person appeared out of thin air, it was a young man dressed in black, very young, about 20 years old, with an ethereal aura around him, making people unpredictable, with a kind of back-to-basics artistic conception.

The young man in black who suddenly appeared was none other than Yang Fan who had rushed back from the central Tianhe.

That day, after suppressing a group of half-step saint kings and top-level saints, although Yang Fan found the traces of those saints, after thinking for a moment, he decided to spare their lives. After all, they were not those half-step saint kings and top-level saints. The holy venerable had never done anything to him, and he happened to use their mouths to announce his arrival to many great forces in the Tiannan Boundary River.

Of course, the most important thing is that their cultivation base is too poor, even if they are all devoured and refined, it will not increase Yang Fan's strength.

Afterwards, Yang Fan rushed to the Lingwu Great World non-stop, and had been away from home for 1,400 years, but the longing for his parents in his heart was hard to suppress, like the billowing tide, surging in his heart.

Yang Fan is a Yang Fan who does not want to stay outside for a moment, and rushes to the road with all his strength. His speed is extremely fast. Even those thirty-six half-step saint kings are far behind. It took nearly five hundred years to go. , didn't even take three days.

"Um?"

Looking at the densely packed war fortress in front of him like a space fortress, Yang Fan frowned.

In an instant, a holy soul power far beyond the imagination of the thirty-six half-step holy kings shot out from Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness and enveloped the entire Lingwu world.

Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief until he realized that his parents were safe and sound and had not suffered any harm.

If his father, mother, and the others had a good or bad relationship, he would have to regret it for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he had arranged True King Yuanlong and the others back to the Lingwu Great World. enemy's opponent.

next moment.......

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

Streams of cold killing intent erupted in Yang Fan's heart like billions of volcanoes.

The dragon has reverse scales, and if you touch it, you will die.

These forces dared to attack his relatives, they really deserved to die!

die! Everyone present must die! ! !

at this time.......

"Who? How dare you spy on my Shengluo Fortress." A voice like the roar of a demon god erupted from the War Fortress, boiling and sweeping across the starry sky.

"Looking for death!" Yang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the killing intent in his heart completely broke out.

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying big hand that covered the sky and the sun suddenly emerged, and fell towards the Shengluo Fortress with a bang.

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

Countless spaces, a large number of stars, were completely shattered.

"Ah, not good~~~"

"Damn it, how could this happen."

"No, save me, my lord, save us."

 …

A shrill and desperate wail erupted from the Shengluo Fortress, and a red-gold barrier rose up to protect the surrounding area of ​​the Shengluo Fortress.

"Bang~~~"

The sky-covering big hand slammed on the red-gold barrier, and in a thousandth of an instant, the barrier was like glass, shattered and shattered into slag.

"Boom..."

The big hand that covered the sky continued to crush, and the sky fell apart.

The entire Shengluo Fortress was torn apart and turned into countless rubble. The terrifying energy frenzy destroyed everything. With the Shengluo Fortress as the center, the starry sky hundreds of light years away was in chaos. The terrifying space vortex seems to swallow everything.

In the fortress, all the people below the Holy One didn't even have time to utter a scream, and they uttered it completely. Even those saints only relied on the indestructible power in their bodies to last a few breaths longer.

"Chi~~~chi~~~chi~~~"

Strands of primordial purple energy just flashed, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if a pair of invisible hands were collecting primordial purple energy.

Yang Fan despises the cultivation of these saints, but Yang Fan will not let go of the majestic purple energy in their bodies.

 …

"Ah~~~ not good."

"There is a half-step Saint King Realm to the strongest to make a move."

"Southwest Star Region requests support, requests support."

 …

In an instant, in the nearby starry sky, the alarm bells of many war fortresses rang loudly, and the calls for support continued.

Although the Shengluo Fortress is not the top among all the fortresses, it is also a large fortress with a diameter of more than a hundred light years. The Shengluo clan stationed in it is quite powerful, and there are nine top-level saints sitting in it. , there are no less than two thousand saints of other ranks, plus the defense of Shengluo Fortress itself, even a low-level half-step saint king can fight.

To be able to blow up the Shengluo Fortress so easily with one palm, you can see the terror of the power of the comer.

At least it is a high-level low-level half-step holy king, and even an intermediate half-step holy king is not impossible.

Such a top powerhouse is definitely not something they can deal with.

 …

"presumptuous!"

A yell full of sullenness.

"Boom~~~"

A demonic energy that passes through the heavens and latitudes descends from the sky, rolling around like wolf smoke, piercing through the starry sky, and out of it comes a terrifying demon god in black armor. The whole body is full of demonic energy, and the aura dominates the world. Even some half-step holy kings would have the courage Trembling, with an instinctive fear of it.

"Chi~~~chi~~~chi~~~"

In all directions, a large ~ large ~ piece of void was corroded by endless magic energy, turning into a forest of demons.

 …

"It's Sen Luo Demon God."

"Hahaha... Good! Good! Good! The time for this beast's death has come."

"Being able to die at the hands of Sen Luo-sama, this beast is proud enough."

 …

In an instant, countless strong men in all directions sneered, looking at Yang Fan as if looking at a dead person.

Senluo Demon God, that is the top powerhouse of the Demon God Palace. In the entire Demon God Palace, he can be ranked in the top ten, or even hit the top five. His strength is terrifying, only below the top half-step holy kings , once fought against a twenty-eight-level half-step holy king, but only slightly weaker, and this is not the world of Lingwu, without the suppression of the power of the world, it is by no means a mere intermediate half-step holy king can match, even if The same is true for having a high-level holy talisman in his hand. Although the holy talisman is powerful, the Senluo Demon God is not a target. He can stand still and let you attack.

If you can't hit someone, it's useless in a high-level holy talisman.

at this time.......

"Boom~~~"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and without a word, he slapped the Sen Luo Demon God with his palm.

"Ah, no~~~"

Sen Luo Demon God just had time to let out an unwilling wail before being suppressed by Yang Fan and completely banned.

 …

"Ah~~~ How could this be, how could this be..."

"No, it's not true, it must not be true..."

"How could Demon God Sen Luo lose? How could he lose?"

 …

In the four war fortresses, countless powerhouses were stunned, and they couldn't believe everything in front of them. Although the half-step holy kings in the Lingwu Great World were powerful, they were nothing more than the power of holy talismans, and their real cultivation was nothing. Strong is a half-step holy king of sixteen paths. Without the help of a holy talisman, any top half-step holy king can suppress them.

However, what they saw was that the mysterious strong man just now had no holy talisman power at all, and completely suppressed Sen Luo Demon God by his own power.

This power has definitely reached the top half-step holy king state, and it is not even as simple as twenty-eight or twenty-nine half-step holy kings.

 …

"Ah, Sen Luo~~~" A heart-piercing, mournful scream erupted from a war fortress stretching thousands of light years.

next moment.......

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

Dao after wave of magic light pierced the void and shot towards Yang Fan.

Every ray of magic light is full of magic energy, containing the supreme magic way.

Soon, thirty-six peerless demon cultivators appeared in front of Yang Fan, all of them were half-step saint kings, and the three in front were even top-level half-step saint kings, especially the leader, whose cultivation was terrifying and had already reached After reaching the thirty-three half-step holy king realm, there is only one chance before he will step into the thirty-four half-step holy king realm.

This person is the king of the Tiannan Jiehe Demon God Palace.

But at this moment, the face of the king of demon gods was ashen, and his eyes were spitting fire, like a wild beast that was thoroughly enraged. There was a cooing sound in his throat, thunder and lightning anger, and he grinned. The strong man, who is also his personal disciple, is deeply loved by him.

"Who are you? Why do you want to meddle in our affairs with the Lingwu Sacred Palace?" The demon king was furious, wishing to crush Yang Fan, but he didn't do it directly. In his eyes, there was a faint A trace of fear, the strength of his big disciple, he knows very well, even if it is compared to the twenty-eight half-step saint kings, it is only a little inferior, even if it is some thirty half-step saint kings, it is easy to defeat him, But it is absolutely impossible to suppress it with one blow like the person in front of him.

The strength of the person in front of him, even if he is not as strong as him, the thirty-three half-step holy king, is not much worse.

"Hahaha...hahaha...that's really funny..." Yang Fan seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke, and laughed, "You mobilize people to attack my Lingwu University Isn't the world just wanting to take revenge on this seat? You even ask who this seat is?"

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