In the endless starry sky, Yang Fan stood proudly, waiting quietly for the arrival of the lifeless fleet, his eyes were calm, and there was no panic or anxiety.
Soon, one minute passed.
"Boom~~~"
A radiant black glow cut through the void, and out of it came out a figure wearing a black leopard head armor, a terrifying powerhouse with a strong breath that dominates the wild.
This is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old and has a rough face. He stands casually, and the void in all directions is unstable, and it seems that it is possible to completely collapse at any time.
Up and down the whole body, in every cell, are dormant with stupid ~ stupid ~ desire ~ fierce movement.
No one else, but Quentin who came to fetch Yang Fan's dog's head on the order of the Inanimate Lord.
Between breaths.
Quentin's cold gaze swept Yang Fan a million miles away, and a cruel smile crossed his mouth, "The humble aphids, are you impatient to live? You dare to stand in my way."
There was a trace of joking in his voice, and the little one was a false saint, who really didn't know who gave him the courage.
"Aphids?" A deep disdain flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.
The voice just fell.
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan waved his hand and grabbed Quentin with a palm. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with a third-order saint.
With this palm, Yang Fan didn’t use much power. Even the power of the flesh shell was never used in case. But what kind of strength Yang Fan is today. The power of the flesh shell alone is comparable to a Tier 6 intermediate saint. The power is terrifying. , Enough to suppress a fifth-order saint.
"Ah~~~"
Just in time for the beast to let out a mournful wailing before it died, Quentin was captured by Yang Fan, instantly banning all his powers, and was included in the Dorothy Golden Pagoda like a dead dog.
The main control room of the No.
A flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the Venerable Wusheng, "Unexpectedly, this seat has gone away." Although this child's cultivation level is good, the tyrannical flesh is somewhat beyond his imagination. The power just now is already. No less than a sixth-order saint, such a powerful flesh-shell power is just a normal intermediate-level saint. Even if he, a ninth-order intermediate-level saint, only talks about flesh-husk power, he is slightly better.
"But even so, you still have to die." A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the lifeless saint turned his eyes, looking at a ninth-order saint below, and commanded, "Barry, you go."
"Yes, big boss."
"Niezha, let Quentin go quickly, this seat will give you a good time." He shouted like a demon.
"Rumble..."
A radiant golden light cut through the void, and out of it came out a golden armored god general, holding a golden gun, the whole person was like a cast of gold.
The golden light shines on the starry sky.
"Ant, die."
A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he didn't give Na Bari a chance to speak again, just a palm fell.
With this palm, Yang Fan mobilized 1% of the power of the flesh shell, which is comparable to a third-order intermediate saint's full blow. Nabari is no more than a nineteenth-order saint, and it is not like the star of the day, with the power of life star. The blessing of, can burst out the battle power of a Tier 1 Intermediate Saint.
Less than a breath.
"Pouch~~~"
This Barry directly followed Quentin's footsteps, was suppressed by Yang Fan, and was included in the Dorothy Quinta.
No birth number, main control room.
For a while, it was a little frightening. Including the inanimate holy ones, the twenty-five holy ones opened their eyes wide, and they couldn't believe everything in front of them.
One by one false saints, they actually suppressed a ninth-order saint with one blow. How could there be such a monster in the world, that is, the legendary Xingluo saint, it is far from an emergency.
Don't talk about the inanimate saints and others, it is the saint martial name, a group of saints hypocritical, why not be like this, the eyes are as big as fish eyes.
Although he knew that Yang Fan had the power to crush the ninth-order saint, he never expected that it was such a crushing method.
He didn't even mobilize a single bit of mana, and he didn't use any holy laws. It was completely crushed by the power of the flesh.
This fleshy shell is simply invincible, it is the high-ranking holy person, nothing more than that.
monster! What a monster! ! !
Difficult... Is he... he really... can really defeat... defeat the immortal thief
Unconsciously, many saints' hypocritical ideas began to waver.
After a long while, the inanimate holy lord calmed down the shock in his heart.
next moment... ... .
He turned his gaze and fell on the second person at the bottom left. This was a middle-aged man in a white scaly shirt. His facial expression was very proud, and his whole body was filled with a breath of almost death.
Cole, the fourth-ranked person in the lifeless thieves, is a powerful sixth-order saint only under the big boss, the lifeless holy lord and the two lieutenants.
"Cole, you go in."
"Yes, boss."
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A terrifying and invincible coercion directly crushed Yang Fan, covering the starry sky around Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Heavy footsteps sounded, trampled in the void, shaking the space constantly.
Cole stepped into the air, and every step he stepped out left a scary dent in the void.
The terrifying breath is enough to make countless saints tremble.
"It turns out to be a Tier 6 Intermediate Saint, Yang Fan is probably in trouble now." A heavy weight was drawn in the eyes of a high-level Intermediate Saint. Although Yang Fan still has hidden it, in his opinion, he can have a Tier 6 Intermediate Saint's combat power. , Which is the limit.
After all, Yang Fanman is less than four hundred years old.
This battle is likely to be a close match, and if you are not careful, Yang Fan is likely to suffer a bit.
at this time... ... .
Na Kerr spoke, with an unspeakable expression of arrogance, "Junior, your fleshy shell is the only thing I have seen in my life, but the way of the body is only a trail. You can never be the opponent of this seat. , I can’t say that this seat can give you a happy...."
"Just you ant, you are also worthy to talk to me about the roads and paths, and you are not afraid to make people laugh." Yang Fan sneered, a small sixth-order intermediate saint, something like ants, where is the self-confidence, dare to talk to yourself High-profile and broad theory.
Flesh~The way of the body is a trail
I just don’t know the so-called, the Harmony Immortal Body I cultivated, but the Peerless Divine Art that directly refers to the Supreme True God Realm, not to mention the small Tiannan Boundary River, even the entire Emma Realm. The magic of the comparison comes.
"Junior, look for..." Cole's eyes flashed fiercely, just about to explode.
Just without waiting for the word "death" behind him to exit, Yang Fan had already torn the space directly and culled at him.
A Tier 6 Intermediate Sovereign, still has some qualifications to let him show some strength.
"Be obediently becoming the nourishment for my growth."
"Boom~~~"
With a grinning grin, Yang Fan dropped a palm.
With this palm, Yang Fan not only used all the power of his own flesh, but also mobilized the terrifying mana in his body that was as vast as the sixth-order intermediate saint. Among them, the horror of power, faintly surpassed the seventh-order intermediate saint, and pursued the eighth-order saint. Potential.
"Ah, how could this be?"
The arrogance on Cole's face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless panic and despair.
"Boom~~~"
The sky is falling apart.
The Three Tribulations Saint Weapon defensive battle robe on Cole shattered directly and exploded.
The terrifying palm power continued to spread, shaking his sacred body torn apart, his skin and flesh, all exploded, and even bones were blown to pieces and splashed in all directions.
"Pouch~~~"
Cole had just been reborn from a drop of blood, and a golden tower shadow flashed away, swallowing it all at once.
"Fuck, it's suppressed, the sixth-tier intermediate saint was suppressed by one blow, fuck, fuck, fuck..." An eighth-tier intermediate saint in the main control room of the Sacred Martial Arts squatted and stopped. He got up, his mouth exploded, "Is this monster really my human race?"