"Puff..."
As if squeezing an ant to death, the Jinpeng Saint Son was refined into dregs.
Yang Fan turned his gaze and looked at the five Qingxuan Sage Sons, with the slightest banter of cat and mouse in his eyes, "Next, who should it be?"
In an instant, the hearts of the five Qingxuan Saints raised their throats, their heartbeats speeding up rapidly, and they almost jumped out of their chests.
Want to escape? But thinking about the tragic ending of Saint Jinpeng, those feet seemed to be filled with lead, unable to take a step.
The speed of the Jinpeng Shengzi was more than that of them, but the result was that the monster was not able to easily capture and escape, it would only make him die faster.
"The son of Xuanming, Xuanmo... The son of Jin Chan, Jin Rui... The son of Qingxuan, Qingxuanzhen... The goddess of flowers, Hua Ruoman... Tianhou Shengzi Hou Chen..." Yang Fan whispered the names of the five people softly. The voice sounded like a reminder, and the five Qingxuan Shengzi were frightened.
The suffering and panic in the heart is completely difficult to describe in words. Vaguely, there is still a little bit of self-deprecation. In the past, the five of them decided the life and death of others. When will they have such a day, life and death are completely not theirs. Under control.
Suddenly, Yang Fan's gaze stopped on Tianhou Shengzi Hou Chen.
"No... No, brother Wuji, you... Don't you forget that our Tianhou clan and your Sun, Moon and Star tribes are all allies, and I am on your side. .. ... ." Tianhou Shengzi's heart was tense in an instant, and he tremblingly said, he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die, he only lived for less than 40 million years, and he still has billions of years to live. How could it just fall here.
"If you want to kill, just kill them. The Xuanming Saint Clan is the enemy of your three clans. In the past, I don't know how many children of the three clans fell into the hands of their Xuanming clan." , For the sake of his own life, Tianhou Shengzi could not take care of so much.
"Shameless."
"Hou Chen, you bastard."
"You wait for Ben Shengzi, Laozi will never finish with you."
The four of Qingxuan Shengzi were furious, especially Xuanming Shengzi Xuanmo's eyes spit fire, wishing to give this Hou Chen to the corpse thousands of pieces, you said that you are greedy for life, afraid of death and begging for mercy, why bother to drag on we.
"My children of the three races can't die in vain." A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. He also understood the grievances between the Xuanming Saint Clan and the Sun, Moon and Star tribes. In the final analysis, it was for resources and territory.
The Xuanming Palace where the Xuanming Clan is located is adjacent to the Moon God Palace where the Moonlight Clan of the Sun, Moon and Star Clan is located, and friction and struggle are indispensable between each other.
"Huh..." Hearing this, Hou Chen secretly let out a sigh of relief. Although this way, he is bound to offend Saint Xuanming, but what about it is better than losing his own life. , And after today, it’s hard to say that there is no Saint Xuan Ming yet.
Look at Wu Ji's fierce energy, I'm afraid he won't let him leave here alive.
But at this moment, Yang Fan suddenly changed his conversation, and Sen said coldly, "But this seat hates shameless people like you more, and if I remember correctly, you were the favorite of Hou Chen's name just now."
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Fan moved his right hand to grab Hou Chen.
"Ah, no, brother Wuji, you can't do this, I'm on your side... Ah..."
Suddenly, with a screaming howl, Hou Chen's voice stopped.
"Good! Killed well."
"Hou Chen, a dog thief, there is more to death."
"MD, it's so dead, it's really cheap for this dog thing."
The four Qingxuan Saint Son shouted in applause. The shameless appearance of Hou Chen just now really angered them. If it weren't for the jealous Yang Fan, they would have already taken action, and the mother who beat Hou Chen didn't know him.
Only soon, the complexions of the four Qingxuan Saint Sons became solemn again.
Although the dog thief Hou Chen died, their crisis had not ended there yet. Looking at the posture of Xing Wuji, it was obvious that he was not going to let them go.
at this time... ... .
Yang Fan's cold voice rang in their ears again, "Xuan Mo, it's your turn, go down and make atonement for my people."
"Xing Wuji, do you really want to do things this way? You are not afraid. Will my Xuanming clan ask you for revenge?"
"You don't need to worry about it."
"Roar! Promise child, this is all for you to force Laozi..."
A fierce stern flashed in Xuan Mo's eyes, and his face looked terrifying, just like the ghost from the Jiuyou Hell.
next moment... ... .
"Rumble..."
Xuan Mo's whole person was like the balloon that was being inflated, swelling rapidly.
Blew up.
Knowing that he had no hope of life, Xuan Mo resolutely chose to blew himself up, even if he died, he still had to pull Yang Fan on his back.
"Ah, it's not good..." Qingxuan Shengzi's three complexions changed drastically, and the whole person subconsciously retreated back.
Self-destruction, especially semi-sage strong like Xuan Mo, self-destruct, they are the strongest and half-sages, they are often the result of nine deaths, not to mention them these late semi-sages.
"Jie Jie Jie... .. Promise child, let's die together." Xuan Mo Jie Jie smiled strangely, his voice was so creepy.
"You want my life if you just blew up? Xuanmo, I have to say, you are really naive." Yang Fan sneered disdainfully, a late-stage semi-sage blew himself up, it is not scary, but it is only relative to Tier 4 For the following low-level Consummation Semi-Holy, with Yang Fan's current cultivation strength, as long as he urges the Eucharist of the Ten Thousand Beasts, he stands still, allowing him to explode, and he can't even think of hurting his hair.
After several years of retreat, under the impact of the boundless mana, Yang Fan’s flesh defense also exploded in a geometric multiple, enough to be comparable to the top-grade quasi-sacred artifact, or the top-grade quasi-sacred artifact. It is comparable to the top quasi-sacred instrument.
The general seventh-order consummation half-holy, if there is no sacred weapon in hand, he can never break his defense, not to mention that it is just comparable to the fourth-order consummation half-body full blow.
Of course Yang Fan wouldn't be so wasteful, this Xuan Mo is also a great supplement.
"Rumble..."
One side of the swallowing black hole appeared out of thin air, and instantly swallowed the swollen Xuan Mo like a fleshy ball.
"Gurulu... Solve... Solve it, just... Solve it so easily..." Qingxuan Shengzi who retreated. The three of them swallowed hard, their eyes were like fish eyes, almost protruding from the eye sockets, and blew themselves up. If it was so easy to solve, it would not be the monk's strongest desperate move.
Based on the cultivation base of the Saint Xuanming, once you choose to explode the body and the holy soul, that power will directly skyrocket tenfold in a short instant, more than a hundredfold, that is, most of the masters of the holy race can only temporarily avoid the edge. It is impossible to kill Saint Xuan Ming like Yang Fan.
Difficult... Is it possible that Xing Wuji... his power has... has surpassed most of the masters of the holy race
How could this be possible, how old he is, and he is not even a fraction of the masters of the great saints.
"Okay! It's up to you now." Yang Fan's voice was a little impatient, and there was a hint of amusement. He was really boring enough to spend so long with so many ants.
Is it because I have been in retreat for a long time
"No... Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
"I surrender, Brother Wuji, as long as you spare my life, I swear, from now on, you will only look forward to your head. You let me move, I will never go west, if you let me catch a chicken, I will never chase a dog. "
At the time of life and death, the three of Qingxuan Shengzi completely abandoned the pride of the past, the dignity of the saint son, and are willing to surrender to a royal son like Yang Fan. It is better to surrender than to lose his life, especially the flower sacred female Hua Ruoman. It is even more charming ~ eyes are like waves, scratching ~ first ~ doing ~ posture, trying to show her graceful posture, as long as Yang Fan nods, she can immediately become Yang Fan's woman, and go to Wu ~ mountain, cloud ~ rain with him.
"Surrender to me? It's a pity that you are all semi-holy, so let's go on the road obediently."