Invincible Bloodline

Shang Yuanyang had a good idea. He captured Yang Fan with lightning speed, and then quickly left the Weeping Blood Continent. As long as he returned to the Chilong Continent, he would be protected by the Qiankun Sect. The strong support him, and he can't do anything about it.

At that time, as long as he tries hard to persuade, one day, Yang Fan will be moved by his sincerity and worship him under his sect.

In the Lingwu Great World, it is perfectly normal to join several forces and worship several masters. For example, he himself has several masters in his life.

It's a pity that he missed a little bit in his calculations. Yang Fan is not as weak as he imagined, and he can be manipulated by him. Instead, he is a prehistoric beast, which can easily devour his old bone and break it easily. To his mana big hand.

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"It's not rude to come and go, old man, now it's my turn." Yang Fan's eyes flickered with a hint of teasing.

next moment..........

With a slight movement of his right hand, he grabbed that Shang Yuanyang with a claw.

"Boom..."

Yang Fan's right hand suddenly grew bigger, like the hand of a legendary demon god, directly crushing everything, and went to capture Shang Yuanyang.

"Ah! How could this be..."

An ominous omen of disintegration swept across Shang Yuanyang's heart, his eyes bulged, full of disbelief, the horror of this blow was simply horrific, it made people despair, he was a three-star quasi-sage, Even the four-star quasi-sage is only one step away, even the four-star quasi-sage can hardly make him feel such a sense of powerlessness, and Yang Fan is only a half-step quasi-sage, how could he have such a feeling? Such a terrifying power?

"Ah! Break it for me! Break it! Break it!!!"

There was a desperate wail from the beast before it was about to die. Shang Yuanyang ignored any side effects and directly used the forbidden technique to burn the original mana and forcibly increase his combat power.

"Aw!", "Aw!", "Aw!"......

Tens of thousands of dragons roared, and tens of thousands of golden true dragons erupted from his body. Each golden dragon had the power to wipe out a star quasi-sage. Tens of thousands of golden dragons joined together to form a mysterious The formation, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, is even more terrifying.

It's like a golden dragon world crushing everything.

The power is so strong that it can almost match a four-star quasi-sage with a full blow. Ordinary three-star quasi-sages will be ruthlessly suppressed even if they have no possibility of escape.

Unfortunately, there is no soft use.

Not a breath.

"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"......

All the golden dragons were completely destroyed, leaving no one behind.

The Holy Physique of Ten Thousand Beasts is almost at the stage of perfection. With the power of the flesh shell alone, Yang Fan can kill some seven-star quasi-sages. Even now, he only uses a little power of the flesh shell, which is enough to suppress most of the four-star quasi-sages. Holy, how can Shang Yuanyang, a small three-star quasi-sanctuary, be able to compete.

Shang Yuanyang's various performances were just in vain.

"Oh no.........."

With a mournful howl, the big hand covering the sky suddenly fell, and captured Shang Yuanyang in one fell swoop.

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"Ah! How did this happen, how did this happen!!!"

"I don't believe it, how could the ancestor lose?"

"It's not real, it must not be real, an illusion, it must be an illusion."

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Including Shang Haowu in Yang Fan's hands, all the emperors of the great business royal family burst into heart-piercing wailing as if they were mourning concubines. They couldn't believe all of this. The old ancestor is a three-star quasi-sage, surpassing the ancient emperor With such an invincible existence, how could he be defeated? It was still at the hands of a brat like Yang Fan who didn't even have a full hair.

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"Old guy, you want to take me as an apprentice, do you deserve it?" Yang Fan looked contemptuously at Shang Yuanyang who was struggling desperately, and sneered.

"Yang... Yang Fan, you... what do you want?" Shang Yuanyang's eyes were flickering with panic, and he was no longer as vigorous as before.

"What do I think? You people from the Shang family are really funny. You are so small, and you are the same old thing. You framed me for no reason, seriously injured me, and sent people to deal with me. You still ask me what I want to do?" How are you guys? It's really funny." Yang Fan had a sneer on his face, and those who didn't know thought they were all the victims, "Today, all of you Shang clan will die."

"Yang Fan, how dare you..." Shang Yuanyang's heart tightened. Those unfilial descendants of the Shang clan died as well, but Yang Fan's words obviously included his Shang clan old ancestors.

"Murderers will always kill them, and if they dare to plot against my relatives, they will all die." Yang Fan's eyes flashed coldly, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Yang Fan, you...you...don't act foolishly. I am the elder of the Qiankun Sect in the Chilong Continent. If you dare to kill me, the Qiankun Sect will definitely not fight with you." Why don't you..."

"Qiankunzong? Hmph! He should be cognizant, otherwise, there would be no need for him to exist." Yang Fan said indifferently. No matter how powerful Qiankunzong is, how can it be stronger than their Lingwu Sacred Palace? It's amazing, even if there are a few great saints and powerhouses sitting in the town, there is no need to disturb the holy palace. With the power under his command alone, this Qiankunzong can be expelled from this world.

The thirteen great sages are not joking, except for those superpowers with sage masters sitting in their command, Yang Fan is enough to challenge any big power.

However, sometimes, no one would believe the truth, and Shang Yuanyang sneered, "Hehe... Junior, don't be arrogant if you have some strength. The strength of my Qiankunzong is beyond what you can imagine , that is, the great sage and strong man, who offends my Qiankunzong, will not be able to eat it and walk around...... Junior, if you are sensible, let me go quickly, so as not to give it to you, to the sect behind you bring disaster..."

at this time..........

"It's such a big tone, what kind of a small Qiankunzong dares to threaten my Patriarch?" A disdainful sneer sounded from behind Yang Fan.

next moment..........

"Boom..."

The space behind Yang Fan was forcibly torn apart like a curtain.

A middle-aged man in a white robe stepped out of it, with extraordinary bearing and unparalleled power.

It was Ji Dong who stayed behind in the Sky Sea Fleet.

"You...you...who are you?" An unspeakable panic flashed in Shang Yuanyang's eyes, and Lin Yi gave him the feeling that he was better than them. Zong's great ancestors are still trembling with fear, you must know that those great ancestors are all great saints and powerhouses.

"Who am I? Ant, listen to me, Lin Yi, the steward of His Royal Highness Yang Fan, the sixth young master of the Lingwu Sacred Palace." Lin Yi said proudly, his pride is indescribable, to be able to become Yang Fan's steward, this It is the greatest luck in his life.

"Spirit.........Sixth young master of Lingwu Sacred Palace...Yang Fan?"

"Presumptuous!!!" Anger flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, and the terrifying coercion was crushed towards Shang Yuanyang. A little three-star quasi-sage dared to call the name of the Lord directly, who gave him the courage.

"Ah! Poof..." In an instant, Shang Yuanyang spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and his breath quickly weakened. This is because Lin Yi didn't have Yang Fan's order, and he didn't kill the killer. Otherwise, how could he It's as simple as spitting blood.

"It's over... It's over! It's over!!!"

Shang Yuanyang's face was dusty, and there was nothing but despair in his eyes. Qiankunzong, as a powerful force with several great saints and powerhouses sitting in its command, is considered to be the number one in the entire Lingwu world. The records of Lingwu Sacred Palace.

That is the true ruler of the Lingwu Great World. Compared with the Lingwu Sacred Palace, their Qiankunzong is nothing.

As for Ji Dong's words, he didn't have the slightest doubt. Now he is a prisoner, and the other party wants to kill him, but it's just a matter of thought, there is no need to lie to him.

In an instant, endless remorse flooded Shang Yuanyang's heart like a torrent of water. He had a good life in the Chilong Continent, but why did he have a headache and wanted to go back to the Weeping Blood Continent? , just let it fend for itself, but now it's good, even I have lost it.

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"Old Lin, I'll leave this old guy to you." Throwing Shang Yuanyang in his hand to Lin Yi casually, Yang Fan turned his gaze to Shang Haowu who was still in shock and couldn't recover for a long time, and said sarcastically, "The ancestors you rely on seem to be nothing more than this!!!"

"You...you...you..." Shang Haowu was trembling all over, he was too afraid to speak a complete sentence, even The old ancestor was defeated, who else could save him.

"Hehe...don't be afraid!" Yang Fan smiled evilly and said, "I said before that I will let this old bastard and you Shang clan die in front of you, so I will never You will break your promise, so until they die, you are still safe......"

"Yang Fan........No........No, please let them go, the one who hurt you is the one who hurt you, and the one who framed you is Shang Tianxun, if you want to kill us, kill us, everyone else is innocent..." Shang Haowu's complexion changed again, and he begged bitterly, at this moment, he completely resigned to his fate , Today, he is doomed and must die, but his people, his relatives, are unwilling to die for this.

Otherwise, even if he goes to hell, he won't feel at ease."

"There is a wrong and a debtor? You deserve to say this." Yang Fan smiled coldly, and said indifferently, when you besieged Shengjizong before, why didn't you think that they were all innocent, and when it was your turn, you said They are all innocent, it's ridiculous.

"Old Lin, do it!!!"

"Yes, my lord."

Lin Yi responded respectfully.

next moment...........

Turning his gaze, he looked at the pale Shang Yuanyang on the ground, showing a cruel smile, and moved his hands together, making strange blood-colored curse marks.

"Boom..."

Countless strange blood mist appeared out of thin air, swarming towards Shang Yuanyang on the ground.

"Ah! What do you want to do..." A sense of extreme unease instantly filled Shang Yuanyang's whole mind.

"Blood is the guide! Blood curse kill!!!"

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