Ancestral Place Place Challenge.
Yang Fan challenged Cang Ming, the sage son of Canglong.
In the beginning, except for the children of the Sun, Moon and Star tribes, almost no one of the hundreds of millions of other races was optimistic about Yang Fan. It was really difficult to refine the Star Origin Crystal in just nine years, even if it was only one level. That probability is infinitely close to zero.
Even many foreign races began to regret that such an ancient evildoer would fall here.
However, the facts are far beyond the imagination of the world. Yang Fan has not only completely refined the star source crystal, and the combat power is against the sky, but also has the potential to surpass the peak semi-sage and rival the strongest semi-sage.
One palm, just one palm, completely exploded the blue dragon vision that the son of the blue dragon had painstakingly cultivated for tens of millions of years, and his body broke and was severely injured.
"Horrible! It's really scary. It's worthy of being the first evildoer since ancient times.... This time, the son of Cangming, I'm afraid it will be completely planted..." , Countless foreign races looked at the exploding Son of Canglong with some sympathy, and encountering a monster like Young Master Starlight was definitely the greatest sorrow of Son of Canglong in his life.
It's not that the Canglong Saint Son is incompetent, it's that this Young Master Starlight is too enchanting and can't handle it with common sense at all.
On the ring.
"Damn, this damn beast..." Sage Cang Ming stared at Yang Fan with both eyes, like a wounded beast, the power of the blue dragon surging crazily, turning into a torrent of water. , Constantly washing through the shocking wounds.
However, it can't be completely recovered for a while. Although Half-Holy has stepped into the Supreme Holy Realm with one foot, he is not a true saint supreme after all.
"Boom..."
Yang Fan's body moved directly tore through the space, and in a flash, he caught up with the Son of Cang Ming.
"Die!!!"
With a grin, Yang Fan took a palm again.
Taking advantage of his illness and dying for his life, Yang Fan wouldn't give this Saint Cang Ming the slightest chance to breathe.
"Boom..."
The terrifying palm power far surpassing the power of a hundred million dao half-sacred powers, resembling the wrath of a god, blocked the square space, and smashed towards that Cang Ming Shengzi.
Saint Cang Ming cursed, gritted his teeth, and the anger of Canglong in his hand bit the scalp to meet Yang Fan's terrifying palm.
Saint Cang Ming once again spouted a big mouthful of blood, and the wound he had just recovered became even more shocking, and he even faintly saw the deep bones.
"Go to die! Go to die! Go to die!!!"
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
Yang Fan moved his hands together, bringing up the shadow of the sky, and beating again and again.
Saint Cang Ming resisted desperately, vomiting blood again and again, and the blood flowed all over his body, unable to find a complete place.
"It's miserable! It's really miserable. This is to beat Saint Cang Ming alive." In all directions, a touch of pity flashed in the eyes of many foreign experts, especially some women, who closed their eyes and dared not dare. Look at this bloody scene.
"Chang Chong, go to hell for this young master!!!"
"Rumble..."
There was a murderous flash in Yang Fan's eyes, and the power in his hand suddenly rose again. Suddenly, he blasted Cang Ming's wrath of Canglong, and the terrifying palm power continued to spread, shattering all Cang Ming's defenses.
The bloody and bloody Saint Cang Ming fell from the air like a flop, and slammed heavily on the arena, smashing a huge human-shaped pit.
"Unexpectedly, before he died, this young master will show his mercy and see you off again."
Yang Fan's eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, step by step towards the Cang Ming Saint Child who had passed out in a coma.
"Niezha, what do you want to do!"
A terrifying force of the strongest semi-saint erupted from the eastern high platform, crushing towards Yang Fan.
This is a middle-aged man wearing a silver dragon robe, unparalleled in majesty, like a high emperor, king over the world, and his face is very similar to the son of Cangming, the son of Cangming is like a young version of him.
It is the patriarch of the Canglong Saint Clan-the Lord of Canglong.
At this moment, the Lord of Canglong finally couldn't sit still.
Said it was fast at that time.
"Rumble..."
Another strong and semi-sacred aura burst out from the high platform, colliding with the aura of the lord of the blue dragon.
"Lord of the Canglong, the dispute between the juniors, you, the elder, are not in compliance with the rules, right?"
The one who opened his mouth was a middle-aged man in a golden robe, his face was carved like a rock, cold and fortitude, his eyes were like gods, and it seemed that he was born to attract all light. Vaguely, one could see a round of bright sun transpiring on his head, just like that. The sun god aloft, came to mortal dust.
"Lord of the Sun, do you really want to be an enemy of my Canglong Saint Clan?" The Canglong Lord's eyes breathed fire, as if the enraged beast wanted to eat people.
"Lord of Canglong, please don't talk nonsense. Since you are in the ring, everything is alive and dead, and you are afraid of death, don't participate in the battle of the ancestral land." The Lord of Sun sneered, as if he did not see the Lord of Canglong. People's eyes are average.
Since the Battle of the Bloody Battlefield nine years ago, the Sun, Moon and Star tribes had completely torn their faces with the Canglong tribe. If it hadn't been for the Holy League to suppress them, it would be impossible to say that the two sides had already started a war.
There is no possibility of relaxation at all, even if this Cang Ming is released with compassion, this Canglong clan would not appreciate it.
It might as well take this opportunity to solve the big pillar of the Cang Ming, Broken Canglong clan.
With Cangming's current combat power, the entire Canglong Saint Clan can definitely rank in the top five, and with Cangming's potential, it is not impossible to surpass the Canglong Lord in the future. It is definitely a big danger for their Sun, Moon, and Star tribes.
"That is, stay in Canglong Island if you are afraid of death, and take part in the battle of the ancestral land." Another playful voice came from not far away. It is the Lord of Tianhou, and the Tianhou clan is the enemy of the Canglong holy clan. , I would never let go of such an opportunity to satirize the Lord of the Blue Dragon.
And because of the Wanhualou issue, coupled with the common enemy of the Canglong Saint Clan, the Heavenly Roar Saint Clan and the Sun Moon Star Clan can now be said to be in the honeymoon period, so they have just signed an agreement and become allies.
"You...you...you...Don't deceive people too much!" Seeing that Yang Fan is less than a hundred meters away from the Son of Cang Ming, the Lord of Cang Long could no longer hold back his heart. Angrily, he stood up from his seat. He had already lost two excellent sons. If he was losing the saint son of Cang Ming, the young generation of their Canglong clan would be completely over.
But at this moment... ... ... ..
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
A strong half-holy horror aura erupted from the surroundings of the Canglong Lord, firmly sealing his surroundings.
"Lord of Canglong, enough. The battle of the ancestral land can't help but life and death. Since you are in the ring, you must have the consciousness of death." These old guys, not only watch the challenge, but also shoulder the referee. Responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the challenge.
If the Lord of the Blue Dragon was really allowed to intervene in the battle, they wouldn't need the faces of these old guys.
After taking a deep breath, the Lord of Blue Dragon suppressed the anger in his heart, "Lord of Sunlight, you have won this battle, surrender, and we have surrendered."
It’s just that the Lord of the Sun doesn’t want to let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he misses the present, he wants to clean up the Canglong Son, but it’s difficult. "Acknowledge? The Ancestral Land Challenge, only the parties can admit defeat. , Your lord of the blue dragon surrenders, but that's not enough."
"That's right, Mr. Canglong, your words don't work. I want to admit defeat and let boy Cangming speak for himself." The Lord of Sky Roar echoed, and the Lord of Sun didn't want to miss such a rare opportunity in a billion years. He didn't even want to miss it. , As an old enemy, how many people of their Tianhou clan died at the hands of this Cangming Saint Child
One hundred thousand? million? Or more
"Lord of the Sun, you...do you really want to do things so marvelously?"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thank you for your long-term rewards. It's been the last three hours. For those with flowers, don't hesitate anymore. After twelve o'clock, everything is cleared.