In the world of warriors, no matter how large the number of ordinary warriors, it will not help. The only ones who really decide the victory of the war are the strongest.
In such a big world battle, only the supreme saint can dominate the battlefield.
Although the number of Star Cultivation Army at this time was a hundred times, a thousand times that of Yang Jiajun, but without the Nine Great Star Sages, all the Star Cultivators, from the Great Star Ancestor to the ordinary Star Emperor, were all distracted and unable to lift their minds. With the slightest intent to fight, there is only one thought in their hearts at this moment, and that is to escape, to escape far.
It’s a pity that the Yang family’s army, who had been prepared for a long time, could make them retreat so easily. The tens of thousands of Yuehua warships and millions of star warships, like the tiger out of the cage, chasing and killing the army of star repairers, of course the most terrifying. It is still Yang Fan's top ten clones.
Although each clone only has the combat power of the third-order saints, the nine star saints, even the weakest star saints, under the blessing of the life star power, have the power of one enemy ten, but for the stars under these holy realms As far as Xiu is concerned, it is a peerless god who makes them desperate.
Ten avatars, every time the figure flickers, a big ~ Pian Xingxiu is suppressed.
Among them, there is no lack of peerless powerhouses in the Star Ancestor Realm who are comparable to the Consummation and Semi-Holy. For the third-order saints, these Star Ancestors are still weaker.
Thousands of star ancestors are united together, and they can barely fight with one or two avatars. Unfortunately, at this time, their fighting spirit has disappeared, and they can't organize a powerful battle at all. Ten levels of combat power can show three. It's not bad even if it is layered.
Even compared to the suppression of the power of the world, the cultivation base has been suppressed by the great veteran, and it is much inferior.
"Uuuuu...I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
"Ah... don't kill me, don't kill me."
"I surrendered, surrendered."
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
A large number of Xing Xiu knelt down on the ground in despair, praying for their lives. Those who can fight to the death are only a few, and there is no one in all.
It's better to die than to live. The ants are still alive, not to mention that they are the great emperors, star gods who have lived for tens of millions of years, or even billions of years.
For these kneeling beggers for mercy, as long as they do not resist and accept the ban, Yang Jiajun will not rush to kill them. These are all resources. Those alien gods with low combat power can sell for high prices. They want to come to these alien stars to cultivate. The price will not be worse, it is likely to be higher.
Compared with the spirits of the beast gods in the Great World, these stars are not as powerful as a star. Although they are not comparable to the elites of the Lingwu Sacred Palace of the same level, they are not inferior to some of the Holy City powerhouses. Not much.
Three days later.
The battle finally came to an end.
Hundreds of billions of star repairs became captives and were captured among the warships. Fortunately, there are other things inside the warships. Even the most inferior star warships can easily carry tens of millions of people. Don’t worry about running out of space.
Of course, there are not a few who fled. Compared with the trillions of Star Repairs, the number of Yang Jiajun is a bit less, even after Yang Fan removed a group of people from the Lingwu Sacred Palace to supplement the loss of Yang Jiajun. It is only close to 2.1 billion.
In the end, Xing Xiu successfully escaped from the starry sky, definitely not less than 300 billion, or even 400 billion, it is not impossible.
However, eight to nine out of ten Star Ancestors and Great Star Ancestor Realms were left behind.
The ten avatars of Yang Fan focused on taking care of these Star Ancestors and Great Star Ancestors who were comparable to the half-holy, half-consummation and half-holy. The ordinary star god and star emperor Yang Fan was not very attractive.
Soon, another day passed.
The deity Yang Fan sits in the nine-day starry sky, and continues to devour and refine the nine stars beyond.
Under the leadership of the top ten clones, the 2.1 billion Yang Jiajun frantically swept the entire Star Continent.
The battle of the stars in the realm has already exhausted most of the vitality of the star universe, and even the nine star saints have been completely suppressed. Although many powerful people have fled the starry sky, these star emperors, star gods, and star ancestors have long been Having been smashed, he tried to find a place to hide his whereabouts, and where he dared to contend with Yang Jiajun.
The Ten Route Army, under the leadership of the ten clones, is invincible.
In less than half a year, it swept a small half of the Star Continent.
If it weren't for this Heavenly Star Continent to be vast enough, nearly ten times the area of the Beast God Continent, it would have been completely taken down.
Nine sky starry sky.
A terrifying giant sitting cross-legged on the void.
The endless source of life force, through the engulfing black holes one by one, poured into Yang Fan's body endlessly, strengthening Yang Fan's fleshy shell.
In just half a year, Yang Fan's flesh-hued power has once again been upgraded to a level, comparable to a ninth-level saint.
And the power of the life origin that was swallowed was definitely not much weaker than that red flame giant lizard beast.
However, the nine star sages seemed to have no damage, and their breath did not diminish.
I have to say that the horror of the star power borne by the nine fate stars is really appalling.
one year later.
The Heavenly Star Continent had already fallen to nearly three levels, and the remaining dynasties, although they had not yet fallen, were all shrouded in a shadow of despair, and there was no trace of hope.
Countless people collapsed directly, burned, killed and looted, and the ugliness of human nature was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
Anyway, the country is going to be subjugated, so there is nothing to worry about.
Doomsday, this is the real doomsday.
Five years later.
"Rumble..."
Yang Fan's stalwart body seemed to rise indefinitely all at once.
Cover the sky and the sun, like a towering mountain.
The momentum of the whole body is rising steadily, exponentially soaring, and the power of the flesh is soaring like a landslide and tsunami.
A breakthrough, after five years of continuous devouring, Yang Fan's fleshy power finally took that crucial step.
Reaching the realm of intermediate saints, with the flesh shell alone, you can fight against the first-order intermediate, and fully urge the eucharist of all beasts, enough to fight against the third-order intermediate saints, plus the twelve great sage rules, the horror of combat power , Even if it is not as good as the seventh-order intermediate saint, it is not much worse.
In five years, surpassing two great realms in succession, speaking out, can definitely frighten a large number of saints.
Ten years later, the entire Tianxing Continent fell into the hands of Yang Jiajun, and there was no resistance to it, at least on the surface.
In the center of the Star Continent, a vast interstellar teleportation array has been constructed in an orderly manner. Most of it has been completed, and it will be completely completed in a few years at most.
After leaving some elites and one clone to guard the mainland, the nine clones led most of the Yang family's army and began to conquer the big, medium and small worlds of the Star World.
As the top junior big world, the middle world and the small world of the star big world are also ten times larger than the big world of the beast gods, and the resources in it are far from those of the big world of the beast gods, which are comparable to those of the middle and small worlds. Fatty, how can Yang Fan let it go.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
A large number of star emperors, star gods and even star ancestors were captured and captured, and countless resources were transported back to the Star Continent.
Above the nine-sky starry sky, Yang Fan was motionless like a mountain, focused on refining the nine-star saints, time passed so slowly, and the entire sky-star universe was in front of him.