Exotic ancestral land, before the sea of despair.
Yang Fan stopped his pace, after more than four years, finally successfully reached the destination.
According to the secret key information of Saint Doro, its treasure house is hidden in the center of this fiery world.
Just wanting to obtain the treasure of the Saint Doro is not so easy, just the sea of fire ahead is enough to discourage countless warriors.
The outermost purple sky fire can already kill the half-step saint master powerhouse, and the destruction flame at the center is the half saint ancestor. If there is no treasure body, it will be burned into ashes over time.
Fortunately, as soon as I got the secret key of the Saint Doro, I didn't blindly look for the treasure of the Saint Doro. Otherwise, even if I could enter this ancestral land, I could only look at the endless sea of fire in the end, silently.
But it's different now.
Without too much hesitation, Yang Fan stepped out and stepped into the purple sky fire.
He didn't take any defensive measures, just like walking in the courtyard, walking in the sea of fire, letting the raging fire burn himself.
However, the purple sky fire that can burn a half-step holy lord into dregs in just ten breaths fell on Yang Fan's body, just like a breeze blowing on his face, it would not cause the slightest danger to him, don’t He said that he had burned his body, but there was no trace of burn marks left.
Two years later, Yang Fan has once again swallowed and refined dozens of seas of spiritual power. At this moment, the horror of the defense of the flesh shell is simply shocking to the world. Compared with some medium-grade quasi-sacred artifacts, they are all surpassed. Moreover, although the Ziji Heavenly Fire was powerful, it was still too far to burn the middle-grade quasi-sacred artifact.
Yang Fan's steps seem to be slow, but every step he takes is a million miles away, shrunk to an inch, so close to the end of the world.
In less than a cup of tea, he has already gone hundreds of millions of miles.
An hour later.
The surrounding Ziji sky flames suddenly changed, turning into jets of black and ink-like flames of destruction.
The horror is extremely horrible, and the power has not only skyrocketed a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Even Yang Fan's body now has a faint tendency to be melted.
"Wow.", "Roar.", "Tweet."... ... ....
The roar of the beasts, one after another, vaguely, seems to be able to see countless divine beasts, flashing all over Yang Fan.
The Eucharist of the Ten Thousand Beasts erupted, and in an instant, Yang Fan's momentum rose steadily and frantically, and the defense of the flesh shell skyrocketed hundreds of times, almost rivaling some of the best defensive quasi-sacred weapons.
Soon, the burning sensation that made people want to melt, disappeared without a trace, at most it was a little hot.
In the blink of an eye, another hour passed.
Suddenly, the sky revolves around the earth, time and space transform.
The flames of destruction all around disappeared without a trace, and Yang Fan found himself in a scorched, terrible world without a trace of vitality.
In the whole world, there are only a series of terrifying hurricanes, like a series of peerless dragons, tearing the sky and shattering the vacuum.
"Apocalyptic wind, is this the second test set by Saint Doro?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed slightly. This is a terrifying hurricane that is not inferior to the flames of destruction. Every hurricane is no less than the initial half-sacred hurricane. A full blow, and in this world, the apocalyptic wind is more than a thousand times, ten thousand times, that is to say, it is equivalent to being besieged by thousands of early semi-sages.
Even the strongest semi-holy, a little careless, may be torn to pieces by this apocalyptic wind.
"Unfortunately, it's far from keeping me."
With a move, Yang Fan flew towards the end of the world according to the secret key.
Although the apocalyptic wind is strong, it is far from breaking Yang Fan's defense. The body comparable to the best defense quasi-sacred weapon is not a joke, unless it is hit by thousands of apocalyptic winds at the same time.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Rumble..."
The world changed again, and Yang Fan found himself in a world of ice.
"Aw!", "Aw!", "Aw!"... ... ... ..
Wan Long roared, and immediately saw a line of cold ice glass dragons that were more than 100,000 feet long and exuded the mid-term semi-sacred atmosphere from all directions.
"It's a pity that it was only transformed by the ice spirit power, not the real cold ice glass dragon." A touch of disappointment flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. If these cold ice glass dragons are true half-step sacred beasts, these hundreds of cold ice glass dragons, It was enough to raise his eucharist of ten thousand beasts by a large amount.
Unfortunately, they are not.
A black hole of swallowing suddenly appeared, and headed towards the surrounding cold ice glaze dragon.
Although it is not a true half-step sacred beast, it is also transformed by pure spiritual power. Swallowing and refining these cold ice glass dragons is definitely no less than refining several seas of spiritual power.
"Woo!", "Woo!", "Woo!"... ... ....
The cold ice glass dragons uttered desperate wailing, attacking and devouring the black hole frantically, trying to break the black hole.
However, it's just useless work.
In the past two years, under the accumulation of dozens of squares of spiritual power, Yang Fan’s cultivation can be said to be a rapid progress, directly breaking through two small realms, reaching the half-step Saint Lord’s late stage, and his combat power has skyrocketed several times again. One blow is enough to kill several supreme semi-sages.
Although these cold ice glass dragons have mid-stage semi-sage powers, they have low intelligence, no magical powers and secrets, and no powerful quasi-sacred artifacts. Any one of the early semi-sages in a foreign land can single out several or even more. Many cold ice dragons.
No matter how large the number is, it is just a pile of scattered sand, and it can't be a big climate. At most, it is to besieged and killed the ordinary Xeon Semi-Holy.
Three days later.
"Boom..."
With the last cold ice glass dragon being refined, Yang Fanxiu's cultivation reached the stage of the second half-step holy master peak in one fell swoop, only one step away from the peak half-step holy master.
A quarter of an hour later.
Yang Fan passed directly through this world of ice and appeared in a sea of thunder.
The thunder dragon roared, and the terrifying thunder dragons exuding the semi-sacred atmosphere of the late stage, carrying the might of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, came towards Yang Fan.
"Come just right, swallow it for me."
Without a second word, Yang Fan slapped it out with a palm. The Law of Swallowing rioted, that is, one party swallowed the black hole and rolled out.
These are all transformed by the purest Thunder Spiritual Power, the vastness of Spiritual Power, ten times that of the previous Frost Ice Glass Dragon, each one is a great tonic, how can it be so wasted.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
A stream of extremely pure thunder spirit power swallowed the black hole, poured into Yang Fan's body, transformed into the purest mana, injected into the vast world of dantian, and made his cultivation directly begin to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. .
Seven days later.
All the dragons of the Thunder Spirit were swallowed by Yang Fan, and Yang Fan's cultivation level also smoothly entered the peak half-step Saint Lord realm, and even took a big step forward.
If I let Saint Doro know that the many tests he put in his mind had not caused any hindrance to Yang Fan, on the contrary, he had also fulfilled Yang Fan and made his cultivation go further. I don't know how it would feel.
Soon, Yang Fan crossed that thunder sea and appeared in a great wilderness.
It's boundless and can't see the end at all.
Even with Yang Fan's ten times more powerful than the strongest semi-sage, a hundred times the power of spiritual consciousness, it is difficult to detect the end of this wild world.
In the whole world, from time to time you can see heads of luan birds across the sky, and there are countless giant beasts running on the ground.
What made Yang Fan a little disappointed was that these giant bird beasts, ancient alien species, just looked fierce. In fact, each of them was low-blooded and weak, and generally only the emperor was cultivated. Don’t talk about half-holy, holy lord. Now, even the quasi-sage, can't find a few.
It completely made Yang Fan unable to bring up any desire to devour him. With his current cultivation base, even the quasi-sage beasts of the holy main realm could not improve him much, let alone these quasi-sages, the emperor.
Even if they swallowed all of them and refined them, it would be difficult to increase his strength.
These behemoths should be nothing more than playthings kept in captivity when Saint Doro was bored.
Soon, Yang Fan's attention was attracted by a giant hall in the center of the Great Wilderness.
This giant hall does not know how many tens of thousands of meters high, deeply inserted into the sky and clouds, majestic and huge, ancient and elegant, magnificent and majestic, it does not know how many miles, it exudes a sacred breath, which is awe-inspiring.
Endless holy light radiated from the giant hall, seeming to be able to illuminate the entire wilderness world.
Like a temple where gods live, it is really too solemn.
"Dora Sacred Palace, this young master is here."