Invincible Bloodline

"Rumble..."

The wind and clouds surged, and the sky and earth changed color.

A terrifying coercion that was more than a thousand times more powerful than the giant whale ancestor descended from the sky and enveloped the entire Tianhai Fleet in an instant.

"This... this power is..."

On the top floor of the Tianhai, the face of the Great Sage Yuanming suddenly changed. Under this terrifying pressure, even he felt as humble as an ant. The person who came was definitely a peerless expert in the Holy Lord Realm, and he was not an ordinary person. It is not impossible for the Holy Lord to be the later-stage Holy Lord, and even the peak Holy Lord.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to give him that kind of palpitating feeling.

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

"Rumble..."

In the sky above the Tianhai Fleet, a majestic figure appeared like a mirage.

It is unknown how many tens of thousands of feet high it is, and its divine light is as bright as the Chaos Demon God who created the world. With his head in the sky and his feet on the ground, he can support the entire world.

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

"Rumble..."

The divine light faded, and the stalwart figure shrank sharply, and finally turned into a middle-aged figure in white. The momentum around him was erratic and unpredictable, and there was a trace of nature and return to nature all over his body.

However, between his eyebrows, there is a kind of peerless majesty that cannot be concealed. Just one glance can make people feel a kind of instinctive fear.

I couldn't help but kneel down in front of him and worship him.

...........

In front of Tianhai No. 1 Manor.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the first Holy Lord who came to the door would be a human Saint." Yang Fan looked at the middle-aged man in white carefully, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He thought it would be a Sea Saint. Lord, I didn’t expect it to come from the human race.

But soon, that touch of surprise was replaced by a hint of coldness. I hope this middle-aged man in white can be more understanding, otherwise, I won't be merciful because you are a human race.

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

The eyes of the middle-aged man in white glanced around the entire Tianhai Fleet, and finally fell on Yang Fan. An unspeakable shock flashed across Gu Jing Bubo's face. This... this. .........How is this possible? A four-star quasi-sage, that's just a small four-star quasi-sage.

It is extremely ridiculous for me to actually feel the slightest hint of danger. I am a late-day holy master. I am a serious late-day holy master. I can destroy millions of people with just a breath. A four-star quasi-sage.

Illusion, this must be my illusion.

I can't believe it, I absolutely can't believe it. Even ordinary early-stage holy masters can't give him such a sense of danger, let alone such a small four-star quasi-sage.

He shook his head gently to get rid of the absurd thoughts in his mind.

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

The middle-aged man in white opened his lips lightly and said, "Who is Yang Fan? Come out and answer!!!" His voice was calm, with no hint of emotion or anger.

When Yang Fan heard this, he first sent the little Sifan beside him back to his parents with a soft force. Then he took a step, jumped into the air, and walked towards the middle-aged man in white clothes in the air, as if there were a row of invisible stairs in the air.

Not even a breath.

Yang Fan stood level with the middle-aged man in white. He looked at the middle-aged man in white calmly and said, "This is Yang Fan."

"This junior is quite courageous."

The eyes of the middle-aged man in white brightened slightly. Being able to face him without humiliation or saying a word was something that even some early saint masters might not be able to do, but Yang Fan, a little four-star quasi-sage, could do it. I have to admit that there is something different from ordinary people.

"Yang Fan, for the sake of fellow human beings, I will not embarrass you. Just hand over the secret key of Saint Doro, and you can leave." The voice of the middle-aged man in white was so condescending, and seemed to be able to give Yang Fan and the others a way out. It was Yang Fan and the others who were extremely lucky.

"Haha...what if I don't pay?"

Yang Fan sneered, what the hell, do you really think you are the supreme saint? It is simply ridiculous to want to hand over the secret key of Saint Doro with just one sentence.

"Yang Fan, don't be stubborn." A hint of anger flashed through the eyes of the middle-aged man in white, "Do you really think that the people around you can defeat those trash, so they can run rampant? There are many people in this world who are like you You can’t afford to mess with him.”

He had also heard about the news that Yang Fan and his party had killed the twenty-eight half-step holy masters of the nine great sea clan empires in the Blue Sea, but he didn't take it to heart at all. It took him more than half a month to finally do it. The twenty-eight half-step Holy Lords were completely destroyed, and their power was at most comparable to that of an average mid-stage Holy Lord.

If it were a late-stage Holy Lord like him, he would be able to completely wipe those twenty-eight Half-Step Holy Lords from this world in less than a cup of tea.

"There are indeed many people in the world that I, Yang Fan, cannot afford to offend, but you are definitely not included among them." Yang Fan refused to give in, fighting each other. A late-stage holy master, two years ago, he could not even be afraid of the third one. points, but now, it’s just a dish.

"What a young man who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. You have successfully angered me." The cold murderous intention flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in white. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon became dull.

"Annoy you? Huh! I want to kill you... a late-stage holy lord who devoured you should be worth hundreds of half-step holy lords!!!" Yang Fan's eyes flashed. A scorching light bloomed, which was the light of the hunter looking at his prey.

"What?"

The face of the middle-aged man in white changed slightly, and there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He practiced the Fengyun Wuding Dharma, not to mention a small four-star quasi-sage, even the peak holy master would find it difficult to completely see through him. Today's cultivation level is.

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

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"..........

Endless bright divine light burst out from the hair on Yang Fan's body, the light was brilliant and dazzling.

In an instant, it was as if a terrifying ancient ferocious beast had awakened from its slumber. The momentum around its body surged wildly, rising steadily and without restraint.

The 1.8 meter body also grew taller inch by inch at a terrifying speed, one foot... ten feet... one hundred feet... one thousand feet .........lofty..........

............

"This...this...how is this possible?" Looking at Yang Fan, who was transformed into a terrifying giant spirit tens of thousands of feet tall, the middle-aged man in white was horrified, and his eyes were filled with horror. It was full of disbelief. At this moment, the momentum Yang Fan unleashed had faintly surpassed the scope of the early Holy Lord. God, how could there be such a monster in the world? He was only a four-star Quasi-Saint cultivator. Why.

The most important thing is that Yang Fan's momentum is still soaring rapidly, with no intention of stopping.

"In the middle...the middle period is the Holy Lord, Gululu...he...he is really...so... You... only have a four-star quasi-sage cultivation level?" The middle-aged man in white swallowed hard and began to doubt his own eyes. Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, and he seemed to have thought of something. , "Is it possible...could it be that the person who suppressed...the twenty-eight-and-a-half-step Holy Lord of the Hai Clan was not his men at all, but Yang Fan himself?"

The terrifying power that Yang Fan unleashed at this moment was enough to kill twenty-eight Half-Step Holy Lords of the Sea Tribe.

"Later...the Holy Lord of the Latter Day, he...his momentum...is still...still improving , No......not a human, he is not a human..." The voice of the middle-aged man in white almost collapsed, and there was a trace of unconcealable panic in his eyes, thinking that he was born. In the ancient years, he lived for hundreds of millions of years and went through countless hardships before he could achieve what he is today. But as for Yang Fan, judging from his bone age, he couldn't be more than a hundred years old.

This blow is completely difficult to describe in words.

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

Suddenly, the expression of the middle-aged man in white changed again, and he exclaimed, "You...you...are you a disciple of Lingwu Holy Palace?"

Such freaks and evildoers are not something that small forces can possess, not even the many peak powers with powerful Holy Lords at their command. In the entire Lingwu world, only the high-ranking Lingwu Holy Palace has that qualification. .

"Yes, I am the sixth young master of Lingwu Holy Palace." Yang Fan sneered and admitted frankly.

There is nothing to hide about this identity, and there is no need to worry about bringing any trouble to Lingwu Holy Palace. In the huge world of Lingwu, the forces that dare to retaliate against Lingwu Holy Palace have not yet been born.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding, Your Highness, this is all a misunderstanding..."

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Please give me some flowers. Friends who have flowers, please don’t be stingy with the flowers in your hands and let them go to the fifty flowers.