Invincible Bloodline

Lingwu Great World, Outer Starry Sky.

The lord of the gods, Wan Lei Zhenwang and other eight holy kings were already in complete despair. The opponent's lineup was too luxurious, so luxurious that they couldn't afford the slightest resistance. Few people have the power to kill them instantly, it is simply not something the eight of them can compete with, even the invincible master in their hearts is far from their opponent at this moment.

However, they never expected that they still misjudged the strength of their own monster master. One blow, just one blow, directly killed a terrifying holy king who was ten times stronger than them, and more than a hundred times stronger.

In an instant, it was as if a thunderbolt appeared in their hearts, causing their hopeless hearts to suddenly burst into light of hope.

Maybe the lord, he really... really can create another miracle and defeat a powerful enemy.

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Three floors above the boat.

Tianwu Shengzi's complexion suddenly changed, his eyes were full of disbelief, some couldn't believe the scene in front of him, the power of Qingshan Witch King, he was very clear, under the hundreds of Witch King guards sent to him by his master Among them, they can all be squeezed into the top thirty, even against some high-level second-level heavenly saint kings, they still have the power to fight.

Fortunately, Yang Fan couldn't make a move in the hands of the child.

This power has definitely reached the realm of the triple heavenly sage king, and can even be called the best among many triple heavenly saint kings.

What a child Yang Fan, it seems that the Holy Son still underestimated him.

The benefits he obtained from Hongyu Tianzun's treasure are probably beyond my imagination.

Damn, these should all be mine.

This little thief, damn it! Really deserve death.

An unspeakable resentment flashed in his eyes, the Son of Heavenly Witch waved his hand, and said coldly, "Fei Xing, go up and catch that little thief for me." The top-level powerhouses are so profound that they have almost reached the peak of the low-level witch kings. Even if they are against some high-level third-level heavenly saint kings, they have a good chance of winning.

Even if that child Yang Fan also possesses the power of the triple Heavenly Saint King, with the power of the Flying Star Witch King, he will definitely be able to suppress it.

"Yes, my lord." Respectfully, the Flying Star Witch King stepped forward.

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying aura that was thousands of times more terrifying than that of the Qingshan Witch King burst out from his body, crushing towards Yang Fan.

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"Ah~~~My lord, be careful..." The faces of the eight masters of the gods changed wildly, and they exclaimed, it was terrible, it was really terrible, the people in front of them didn't need to make a move, Just by breathing, they can be completely crushed.

However, before they finished speaking, the faces of the eight masters of the gods changed again, and their jaws almost fell from their mouths. What did they see? , with the same claw, the terrifying and invincible holy king was captured by their master, just like an eagle catching a chicken.

This.......this.......this....... we can't get it wrong, right?

Suppressed, so suppressed by the Lord?

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Three floors aboard.

At this moment, the Son of Tianwu couldn't sit still anymore, damn it, how could this happen.

How could his little thief be so strong... No, this is not true, it must not be true.

The Flying Star Witch King has the combat power of a high-level third-level heavenly saint king, and this power is at least a low-level fourth-level heavenly saint king.

You know, after being baptized by a drop of the ancient witch god's blood, his talent has skyrocketed by more than ten times, and he has been trained by his master. Up to now, he has only barely entered the realm of the witch king, barely possessing the first level of the holy king Combat power, if you want to break through again, step into the middle-level witch king realm, and possess the combat power of the fourth-level heavenly saint king, if there is no great opportunity, you will have to practice hard for at least 100,000 years.

But Yang Fan's child, who just got the treasure of Hongyu Tianzun, has such terrifying power, which is unimaginable.

You must know that it is only a fraction of the treasure left by Hongyu Tianzun when he was still the sage king of the Nine Heavens. Even if there are some good things in it, it is absolutely impossible to compare with his master's careful cultivation.

Or is my talent really so different from this little thief?

In any case, no matter how high the price is, this little thief must die today.

Soon, the murderous intent in Tianwu Shengzi's heart skyrocketed again, not to mention the various enmities between Yang Fan and him, just because of his potential, he must die today, otherwise, he will have to sleep in the future and will not be able to sleep soundly.

"Go together and kill him for me."

The Holy Son of Tianwu finally paid attention to Yang Fan completely, and directly dispatched all his subordinates, intending to besiege and kill Yang Fan in one fell swoop.

"Little Yang Fan, no matter how talented you are, next year's today will be your death day!" The corner of Tianwu Shengzi's mouth flickered with a smirk, looking at Yang Fan as if looking at a dead person, even if you really have the fourth heavenly saint So what about the king's combat power, under the siege of hundreds of low-level witch kings, there is only one dead end.

You know, among his group of guards, twelve of them have the power to rival the third-tier heavenly saint king, thirty-six have the combat power of the second-tier heavenly saint king, and the remaining sixty-four basically have the power to rival the first-tier heavenly saint king. The battle formation of the witch clan is the high-level fourth-layer heavenly saint king, and they are all sure to besiege and kill him.

Unless this little thief possesses the combat power of the fifth heavenly saint king.

Just is it possible? It is not so easy for the Saint King of the Fourth Heaven to break through the realm of the Fifth Heaven, even if he is as monstrous as the Son of God.

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"MD, shameless."

"Asshole, if you have the guts, you can fight alone, what's the point of fighting in groups."

"Master, we are here to help you."

 …

The expressions of the eight Wan Lei Zhen Wangs changed wildly, and they were hard to beat with four hands. No matter how powerful their master was, facing the siege of hundreds of holy kings, they might not be able to do anything good. Gritting their teeth, the eight of them pressed down How could they not know the fear in their hearts, the desire to fight side by side with Yang Fan, and the reason why their lips were dead and their teeth were cold.

Not to mention that their lives have already been shared with Yang Fan. Even if they didn't, as Yang Fan's general, once Yang Fan's master is suppressed, Wu Shengzi will let the eight of them go that day?

"Let's all step back, you just need to hold the line at the back." Yang Fan directly rejected the kindness of the eight Wanlei Zhenwangs. The next big battle is not something that eight ordinary saint kings can intervene in, okay? It is easy to train eight holy kings, and Yang Fan expects them to protect his family after he leaves, so how can they just sacrifice like this.

"My lord..." The eight Wanlei True Kings opened their mouths, wanting to say something else.

Yang Fan moved his body and rushed towards the hundreds of witch kings.

"Die!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Fan's fleshy strength was pushed to the extreme all of a sudden, and he just slapped it out with a palm.

Although this palm only used the power of the flesh shell, the power contained in it is still far beyond the imagination of these low-level witch kings.

You must know that Yang Fan's life was not in vain during the past two hundred years, and nearly five million primordial purple qi were devoured and refined by Yang Fan, which directly made his flesh shell power go a step further.

Even compared to some lower five-layer heavenly saint kings, they are not much inferior.

"Boom~~~"

The terrifying big hand covered the sky and the sun, like the hand of a god, engulfing the whole world in one fell swoop.

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

With the power of the palm, everything, void, stars, space, airflow... all collapsed and turned into nothingness.

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"Ah, not good."

"Damn it, this little thief is hiding his strength."

"Quick, brothers, the battle of witches is about to start."

"Roar~~~ Fight! Fight! Fight!"

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"Boom~~~"

Terrifying fighting intent burst out from the bodies of the Witch Kings, and finally condensed into a phantom of the Witch King with a height of billions of feet.

"Broken~~~~"

A roar like an ancient god's roar.

The phantom of the witch king also slapped it with a palm. This blow gathered all the power of hundreds of witch kings, and it was multiplied by more than a few times. Not bad at all, even worse.

"Boom~~~"

Two big hands that covered the sky collided together.

The terrifying energy frenzy seemed to blow up the entire starry sky.

In a land with a radius of tens of thousands of light years, large ~ large ~ large pieces of stars, all collapsed into slag and turned into a dead space.

Even the Eight Great Sage Kings, including Zhenwang Wanlei, withdrew from the Lingwu Great World, and with the help of the power of the world-protecting formation, they were able to withstand the aftermath of the battle.

Otherwise, at this time, they would have turned into ashes like those stars.

Under the frightening energy frenzy, ordinary holy kings like them are really weak.

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Not a breath.

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

The phantom of the Witch King, which was billions of feet high, exploded.

Although the battle witch formation is powerful, even the top four heavenly saint kings may not be his opponents, but under Yang Fan's palm power, which is almost comparable to the fifth heavenly saint king, it is still far behind.

"Wow~~~噗~~~噗~~~" In an instant, all the witch kings vomited blood, and their breaths were rapidly sluggish, especially the sixty-four low-level witch kings who only had the combat power of a first-level heavenly saint king. Under the force of backlash, his body exploded completely, and his whole body exploded into blood mist.

Not waiting for them to be reborn.

"Boom~~~"

The big hand that covered the sky descended from the sky, and with one palm, all the witch kings were captured and suppressed.

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"Win....won, we won? Isn't this seat dreaming?"

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