Invincible Bloodline

Fanyin Star, three hundred thousand light years away.

"Boom~~~"

The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the dragon screamed sadly.

Not a single one of the seventy-two prince dragon guards from the two teams was left alive. They were all beaten to pieces by the sky-shrouding hand, leaving no bones left.

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"Hiss...beat...beat it to pieces. The seventy-two prince Long Wei was beaten to pieces just like that?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What did I see?"

"How is this possible, how is this possible?"

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From all directions, a powerful Saint King was horrified, and many people even started swearing. They couldn't believe the scene in front of them. This was the famous Crown Prince Long Guard. Although he had never seen two teams of Crown Prince Long Guard attack at the same time. , but just a team of thirty-six Crown Prince Dragon Guards can be said to be shocking to the world. They once directly surrounded and killed a sixth-level Heavenly Saint King, establishing a great reputation.

The power of defeating the Seventy-Two Prince Long Guards with one palm was far beyond their imagination.

In the Kowloon Golden Palace, the Holy Prince Zhan Tai Pengfei was even more stunned. Even the jade cup in his hand fell to the ground without any reaction. No one knew the power of the 72nd Prince Long Wei better than him. It is impossible for the Holy King to kill all the Crown Prince Long Guards so easily.

at this time.......

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~Buzz~~~"

The drops of essence and blood scattered in the void swelled, and in the blink of an eye, Prince Long Wei, who had just been blasted to pieces, recovered as before.

All saints have the ability to be reborn with a drop of blood, let alone a saint king.

Of course, the key is that Yang Fan was merciful and never really erased the traces of the holy soul mark in the blood of Prince Long Wei. Otherwise, rebirth by blood would be a joke.

Saints and holy kings can be reborn with a drop of blood only because their holy soul is integrated into the blood. Once the holy soul is extinguished, the blood essence is just a drop of ordinary blood, which at most contains a huge amount of energy.

The seventy-two princes, Long Wei, are all third-level holy kings, and there are as many as twelve fourth-level holy kings. The two captains have mastered the nine perfect top five of the 216 holy king laws. The Holy King of Chongtian, neither big nor small, is a piece of fat, and there are several of the Holy King's laws that Yang Fan has never mastered. It would be a waste to completely wipe them out with one palm.

Yang Fan is used to living a hard life and considers himself not a wasteful person.

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It's too late, it's fast.

"Boom~~~"

The sky-covering hand crushed down again and headed towards the 72nd Prince Long Wei to capture him.

"Oh no......."

"Stop, break it for me!"

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With a cry of despair, the 72nd Prince Longwei, who had just been reborn with a drop of blood, was grasped in the palm of his hand. Without the blessing of the Double Dragon God-Slaying Formation, the 72nd Prince Longwei's comprehensive combat strength was ten times weaker. Not only that, let alone the siege and killing of the middle-level Sixth-level Holy King, even the battle with the low-level Sixth-level Holy King was extremely reluctant. There was no resistance at all, and he was captured in one fell swoop.

The next second......

"Pfft~~~"

The space in front of the Kowloon Golden Palace was distorted, and a young man dressed in black appeared out of thin air.

It was Yang Fan.

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"Who is this person? Could it be... could he be the mysterious strong man?"

"Is he the one who suppressed the Seventy-Two Prince Long Wei?"

"Gululu...how is this possible?"

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The holy thoughts of the saint kings from all directions fluctuated. Some people thought that Yang Fan was the one who suppressed the crown prince Long Wei. However, they were quickly denied by other saint kings. What a joke, the junior in front of him is so old, and his life breath will definitely not exceed a hundred. At the age of ten thousand, even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, he would never be able to possess such heaven-defying combat power.

"It should just be someone close to the mysterious strong man, or a representative sent by the mysterious strong man."

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In the void.

"Something like an ant dares to attack me. Who gives you the courage?" Yang Fan looked down at the Kowloon Golden Palace. His eyes seemed to be able to ignore the many legal restrictions of the Kowloon Golden Palace and see through everything. He said indifferently.

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"Ah~~~This voice? It's...it's really him."

"Hiss...this...what kind of monster is this?"

"The top-level...the top-level Sixth Heavenly Saint King who is less than...less than a million years old, this...this...is this still a human being? ?”

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In all directions, countless powerful men gasped. The voice was the same as the voice they had heard before, and they would never mishear it.

"Compared with this monster, our so-called evil genius is nothing but a joke."

"Even the number one monster, the Saint Prince, is far less than what is possible."

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"This time, the Zhan Tai clan may have hit a brick wall." Suddenly, many saint kings' hearts froze. What kind of background would such a peerless evildoer have? Even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe that in the world of monks, talent is important, but resources are even more important. Take the Holy Prince Zhan Tai Pengfei as an example. If he was not the legitimate son of the Lord of Sanskrit, but was born into a small family, don't say that now. Having broken through the fourth level of the Holy King, whether he can gather the heart of the Holy King is still unknown.

It is not certain that he may have died a long time ago.

However, although the Zhantai clan is the largest clan in their Fanyin Star Territory and controls nearly half of the Fanyin Star Territory, looking at the entire Guangling River System, it is nothing. It can be said that the first and third-rate forces are extremely reluctant.

"Maybe this is our chance."

More holy kings rolled their eyes, not knowing what was brewing.

In just one hundred billion years, the Zhan Tai clan has grown from a first-rate clan to the largest clan in their Fanyin Star Territory.

During this period, I don’t know how many big families and big forces were offended, especially the star teleportation array, which was particularly eye-catching.

If any force can control this star field teleportation array, it is almost equivalent to controlling the lifeblood of the Sanskrit Star Field.

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In the Kowloon Golden Palace.

An unspeakable panic spread in Zhan Tai Pengfei's heart. As the crown prince of the Zhan Tai clan, Zhan Tai Pengfei relied not only on his talent that was different from ordinary people, but also on his methods and scheming. Otherwise, it would be impossible to secure this position. .

The Lord of Sanskrit has countless harems, and his descendants number in the tens of thousands.

Although most of them are insignificant, they are not without people with outstanding talents and great talents.

What other holy kings could think of, Zhan Tai Pengfei couldn't think of.

The power behind such a monster and evildoer is definitely not comparable to that of their little Zhan Tai clan. It is not impossible for them to be a high-level holy king, or even a demigod, and there may even be more than one.

At this moment, Zhan Tai Pengfei really hated the Black Skeleton Slave Catching Group. Don't these bastards have eyes? Is this a monster that your little black skeleton slave hunting group can provoke?

You are looking for death, forget it, but you still sent some images. Why are you lonely down there? You still want me, your master, to accompany you, right?

And you, a monster, are really capable. Are there any people like you who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?

A peerless evildoer like you, even if you don't ride on a seventh-grade or above high-grade Holy King battleship, you must still be worthy of a sixth-grade Holy King battleship.

With just such a second-grade Holy King battleship, don't you think it's embarrassing for the forces behind you?

at this time.......

"Pfft~~~"

The space in front of the Kowloon Golden Palace was forcibly torn apart again.

The next second......

A thin old man wearing a green robe with an owl-like face and eagle eyes walked through it.

"It's Mr. Ying." Zhan Tai Pengfei's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grasping at the life-saving straw, and the panic in his heart dissipated a lot.

This green-robed old man is a peerless powerhouse conquered by his father, a top-level Sixth Level Heavenly Saint King of the Nine Paths. He is the undisputed second powerhouse of their Zhan Tai clan, second only to his father, the Master of Sanskrit Sound, and is deeply loved by him. The Master of Fanyin trusted his father, and during the period when his father, the Master of Fanyin, was in seclusion and breaking through, the Ying Lao had always been there to watch over the Tai clan and frighten Xiaoxiao.

"Young Master, this young master bumped into me. It's all my young master's fault. For the sake of the Tai family, please spare my young master this time. Don't worry, young master, I will express my gratitude to the Tai family..." ....." Elder Ying said with a flattering smile on his face as he apologized.

He is stronger than others and has to bow his head. Such a peerless monster is not something that the Zhan Tai family can afford to offend.

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"You actually gave in? This is the Zhan Tai family that has always been domineering?"

"Domineering? Haha... That also depends on the person. Can the power of cultivating such monsters and evildoers be something that the Zhan Tai clan can contend with?"

"If you don't give in, are you still waiting for the annihilation of the clan? What an old fox... What a pity! What a pity."

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The holy kings from all over the world were talking about it. The old eagle was wise and immediately apologized and surrendered. Hey! It seems that this battle cannot be fought.

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"Haha...for the sake of your Zhan Tai family? Who are you Zhan Tai family? You are worthy of me giving you face!"

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: There are more than two hundred flowers, and it is still the third watch today. Finally, I weakly ask for a flower, so that the flowers can go to two hundred and five.