Invincible Bloodline

Lingwu Great World, the outer starry sky.

"Ah~~~This...how is this possible, you...you are the Holy King?"

The Lord of Nine Heavens burst into a hysterical wail, his voice was almost insane. After fusing a part of the leg bone of the Holy King, his strength has far surpassed the category of a half-step Holy King. Under the Holy King, almost nothing can be found. An opponent, unless that person also has the remains of the holy king in his hand, or is a real Taoist weapon.

But what he saw, Yang Fan's burst of aura was actually more than a thousand times stronger than what he is now.

With such a terrifying power, he really couldn't think of another possibility other than the real Holy King Supreme.

On the great road, how could there be such a monster in the world, he is not yet long live, not long live.

At this moment, the Lord of Nine Heavens was so frightened that he forgot to continue attacking Yang Fan.

"You have some knowledge, you aphid." Yang Fan glanced at the Lord of the Nine Heavens flatly, his voice was indifferent, and he did not deny it. Although he has not yet certified the position of the Holy King, Xiaocheng's Primordial Indestructible Body, Combat strength is not inferior to ordinary saint kings. If you add the eighty-six laws of saint kings controlled by him, the horror of combat power is even better than that of ordinary saint kings. Not a saint king. But he is a holy king.

He definitely has the qualifications to be called a holy king.

"Holy...Holy King, really a Holy King..." Although the Lord of the Nine Heavens had already guessed that Yang Fan might be a Supreme Holy King, but if Yang Fan admitted it frankly, he still accepted it. No, his eyes were dull, and his energy seemed to be emptied all of a sudden.

He who fused the leg bones of the holy king is strong, even the thirty-six half-step holy kings are just a slightly stronger ant in his eyes, but in front of the real holy king supreme, he is nothing at all. It was just the remains of a fallen holy king, and under the erosion of the power of time, the power of it had long since faded.

Time is ruthless, stronger than a holy king, and it is impossible to be truly immortal. Maybe the Supreme True God has that possibility.

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"How did this happen, how did this happen?"

"How could he be the Holy King, no, it's not true, it must not be true."

"The way is unfair, the way is unfair, how can you be so biased towards Yang Fan."

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In the starry sky in all directions, the half-step holy kings completely collapsed. They couldn't believe the scene in front of them. Is there anything more absurd than this in the world for the supreme holy king who is less than ten thousand years old?

Not to mention them, even True King Yuanlong and the others were stunned, their mouths seemed to be able to swallow a goose egg, although they never doubted that their master (Yang Fan) could prove the truth The throne of the king means breaking through the holy realm, proving the Tao and becoming a god, they have never had any doubts, but in their view, it must be at least a million years, tens of millions of years later.

Especially Lingwu Shengzun and others have the urge to see a fake Yang Fan. Is this the Yang Fan they know?

Think about the strength of their cultivation base when they parted with Yang Fan, it seems to be the combat power of a high-level saint, how long has it been since now? It's less than 600 years old at all times.

He actually became the Supreme Saint King in one fell swoop?

The gap between them cannot be described in words at all.

Compared with a beggar who turned around and changed, he became the horror that the emperor wanted to come.

If this spreads, not to mention a mere Tiannan Boundary River, even the huge Emma Boundary, and even the entire Boundary Sea will be shaken by it, less than ten thousand years old, to be exact, the Holy King who is less than two thousand years old Supreme, who would believe it, who would dare to believe it?

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among the stars.

Yang Fan's body is surrounded by purple air, and his aura is sacred and unparalleled, like a god on high, coming to the mortal world and ruling the world.

"Okay, everything ends here." Yang Fan's voice was indifferent, as if announcing a trivial matter.

It's just that the Lord of Nine Heavens, who was fused with a part of the leg bone of the holy king, was not taken seriously by Yang Fan at all, unless the real holy king was resurrected, and Yang Fan could treat it with caution.

next moment.......

"Boom~~~"

With a movement of Yang Fan's right arm, he slapped the Lord of Nine Heavens with his palm.

It was ordinary, without the slightest mystery at all, but it was such an ordinary palm, but it made the Lord of Nine Heavens completely desperate, and he was completely unable to arouse the slightest resistance.

"Bang~~~"

The sky is falling apart.

The body of the Lord of Nine Heavens was completely shattered and exploded.

Soon, the aura of the Lord of Nine Heavens quickly dissipated.

By fusing with the leg bones of the Holy King, half of the original power of life has been absorbed by the leg bones of the Holy King. The Lord of Nine Heavens, who is almost exhausted, does not even have the power to regenerate from a drop of blood.

"Om~~~"

A golden light shot up from the center of the explosion, with a speed that was dozens of times faster than that of the thirty-six half-step holy kings. In one ten-thousandth of an instant, several light-years passed.

It's too late to say it.

"Boom~~~"

A big purple hand descended from the sky, holding the golden light in it.

A golden leg bone exuding an immortal aura was revealed, so what else could it be if it wasn't the leg bone of the Holy King.

Compared with the Lord of Nine Heavens, this leg bone of the holy king is the real tonic. Yang Fan has a feeling that as long as he swallows it and refines it, the effect will be better than devouring ten saints and thirty-six half-step saints. Wang Lai is more than anything.

The holy king, the half-step holy king, the difference of half a step, but it is a creature on two levels of life.

Even if it's just a leg bone, it's far inferior to those half-step holy kings.

How could Yang Fan let such a great tonic slip away from his nose? As early as when the Lord of Nine Heavens took out the leg bones of the Holy King, Yang Fan had already set his sights on him.

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"Fall... fell? The Lord of Nine Heavens just fell?"

"This...how is this possible?"

"Fake, it must be fake."

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Sifang Xingkong, all the half-step holy kings were terrified, even though they had prepared themselves, knowing that the Lord of Nine Heavens was not Yang Fan's opponent, but the gap was too big, one move, just one move, Nine Heavens The master was completely blown up, leaving no bones left.

This is completely beyond their imagination, it shouldn't be like this, even if the Lord of Nine Heavens is really lost, he will have to support a few tricks no matter what.

But soon, the shock in my heart was replaced by endless panic.

Even the Lord of the Nine Heavens, who was fused with the leg bones of the Holy King, was easily killed by Yang Fan. What else can they fight against Yang Fan? You must know that all of them together, it is difficult to be the opponent of the Lord of the Nine Heavens.

"No, it can't be done. I have worked hard for hundreds of millions of years to achieve today's cultivation. How can I fall here?"

"No, Patriarch, I can't die, absolutely can't die."

"Escape! Escape immediately."

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

In an instant, a group of half-step saint kings turned into streamers of light and fled in all directions. Their disciples, descendants, and ethnic inheritance were all left behind by them.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and my own life is the biggest.

Old Ancestor, my own life is in jeopardy, so I don't have so much free time, I don't care about you juniors.

As long as I can not die, so what if the ethnic group is destroyed, and the sect is wiped out.

With their power, they can easily create another group and establish a foundation.

The half-step holy kings seemed weak as ants in front of Yang Fan, but that didn't mean they were really weak.

It's hard to say the top-level world, but a high-level world like the Lingwu World, if a half-step holy king is willing, can easily occupy it and become the master of a big world.

"Want to escape? Come here obediently."

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the power of the Holy Soul, which was no less than that of the Supreme Saint King, burst out through his body, turning into pairs of invisible hands, and instantly captured and dragged the scattered half-step Saint King Let them fly towards Yang Fan, even the king of demon gods, the 33rd and 34th half-step holy kings like the truth leader can't break free.

It can be seen that the power of the holy king is terrible, that is, the thirty-six half-step holy kings can attract a little attention from them.

"Ah, no, my lord, spare your life, spare your life."

"Forgive me, the old man surrendered, surrendered."

"Hey! Yang Fan, you bastard, you must die, I curse you..."

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Lingwu Great World, the main hall of the All Saints Palace.

"Gululu~~~captured~~~ Captured, all the half-step holy kings have been captured by the master (Yang Fan)... powerful, the master (Yang Fan) is really too powerful... ...." Yuanlong Zhenwang and others who have not yet recovered from the shock of Yang Fan's blow to the Lord of the Nine Heavens saw this trembling again, and swallowed with difficulty, it was a full two hundred and six The seventeen half-step saint kings, and even many of the top half-step saint kings, were captured by their master (Yang Fan) in an instant, which is simply terrifying.

Invincible, my lord (Yang Fan) he is really invincible in this southern border river.

"Hahaha~~~Okay, okay, okay, everyone, it's time for us to go, today, we must let those bastards come and go..." True King Yuanlong laughed loudly, and there was a smile in his eyes. Shining with bloodthirsty light, in the past twenty years, although they have not suffered too much, and even in general, the half-step holy kings and top-level holy kings who fell from the coalition forces are much more than them, but they have always been It is an indisputable fact that they are suppressed in the Lingwu Great World and are not allowed to go out, and everyone has long been filled with anger.

Now, the chance for revenge has finally come.

At the end, True King Yuanlong seemed to have remembered something, and ordered to a top-level saint below, "Quickly, go and inform the old master, the old lady and the others, the master is back..."

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