The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
The sharpness is revealed, and sometimes it is not a good thing.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of those top holy palaces, Yang Fan once again went into seclusion for meditating.
Today, although he can be called powerful, he is a ninth-order high-ranking sage like Lingwu Shengzun. He has the confidence to fight a battle, but for those top sages, he is still far behind, not to mention those. Among the powerful top-level holy palaces, there are not only top-level saints, but even more terrifying half-step kings.
If it really caused the murderous intent of these old monsters, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.
The law of the holy king is by no means comparable to the laws of the holy kings. Even the weakest half-step holy king can easily suppress a ninth-tier top saint who controls the 36 holy laws.
After a hundred years of retreat, Yang Fan once again comprehended the three laws, making the number of laws he comprehended reached the terrifying 66.
If this were to be spread, it would have to shake the entire Tiannan Boundary River and frighten countless deities.
Sixty-six laws, even the legendary Holy King Supreme is not necessarily able to comprehend so many laws.
But now, it is almost the limit of Yang Fan.
To comprehend the next law, it would either take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years to slowly comprehend it, or his bloodline potential would be more diligent, and he would be promoted to the seventh-rank middle sacred vein.
Unable to comprehend the new law, Yang Fan can only rely on refining a large number of holy medicines to strengthen his own strength. Unfortunately, compared to directly devouring the Holy Venerable, this speed is completely the turtle speed, which is more than a hundred times slower, but this is also impossible. .
It’s not that he never thought of asking the Lingwu Sage to take the shot, but after thinking about it, Yang Fan chose to give up. In this world, the most difficult thing to pay is the favor debt. If it is not necessary, Yang Fan does not want to owe too much favor to the Lingwu Sovereign, even if it is. It's his ancestor, secondly, it is not safe for the Lingwu Sage to make a shot at this moment.
If you are not careful, you are likely to fold yourself in.
Now on the banks of the Tianhe River, I don't know how many great powers of the Sacred Palace have gathered, that is, there are many top sages, and there are hundreds of high-ranking ninth-ranked sages like Lingwu Sage.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.
Seeing that the Origin Continent has been present in the past few years, the fights between the major forces have become more intense.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Almost every day, the Lord has fallen.
Among them, there is no lack of intermediate holy priests and even high-level holy ones, and several of them have fallen.
As for the Lord, there are more, countless.
Fortunately, none of them were from the Lingwu Sacred Palace among the dead.
A high-ranking ninth-ranked sage is still quite deterrent, coupled with the convenient location, even the top sage's slightest carelessness will have to touch a humiliated face.
As long as they don't go out and die by themselves, no one dares to take the initiative to make trouble for them.
Soon, another three years passed.
On this day, Yang Fan's closed palace door slowly opened. Yang Fan, who had not seen the sun for hundreds of years, slowly walked out of the hall. His steps were very slow, but there was something unspeakable all over his body. Confidence, it seems that everything between heaven and earth is under its control.
Just like the high emperor patrolling the mountains and rivers, people can't help but squat on the ground, bowing their heads.
Not long ago, Yang Fan received the voice of Lingwu Shengzun. According to the calculations of Shenji Shengzun, there are at most ten days left, which is the day the continent of origin came to the world.
Not only Yang Fan, but the other pseudo-holy and semi-holy who were cultivating, all walked out of their palace.
An hour later, one party was on a large square covering millions of acres of land.
A large number of semi-holy and pseudo-holy gathered here, but compared to the floating city hundreds of years ago, the number is significantly less than a hundred times.
Those millions of ordinary semi-sages, that is one missing, even 300,000 completed semi-sacreds, at this time there are only so few and less than 50,000 people.
It’s not that there was an accident with those semi-sages, but that they were all temporarily taken away by people using the space treasures. In the Lingwu Sacred Palace, not only Yang Fan was recruiting troops, and the one hundred and thirteen false saints, that’s A lot of small hills, one by one gathered a lot of semi-sage powers, and those high-level perfect semi-sages, also recruited many powers.
Of course, the strong under their command are far from being able to compare with Yang Fan, even if it is the strongest hypocrites, a hundred of them are the limit.
And Yang Fan, even if not counting that huge army of demon god puppets, his semi-sacred capital was almost two thousand.
For so many years, the semi-sages under his hands are not in vain.
It suppressed the massive resources of the three forces such as Wushengthief and the Xuantian Fleet. Except for the fifth floor, which was handed over to the Lingwu Sacred Palace, the remaining five levels of resources were left. Yang Fan took half of them for cultivation, and the remaining half of the resources They were all given by Yang Fan.
Now, under Yang Fan's command, even the most ordinary soldier is worth enough to surpass some great saints.
And those half-saint ancestors, one by one, are ten times, even dozens of times, the other semi-saints in Lingwu Holy Palace.
I really envy the other veterans and half saints who don't want it. If it's not for Yang Fan's determination and not recruiting his subordinates, including the false saints, all of them have been thrown into Yang Fan's command.
Time is passing by in countless powerful forces eagerly awaiting.
At noon on the ninth day.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The huge waves of the vast Tianhe are surging into the sky, and they set off a terrifying wave that reaches hundreds of millions of feet, and it seems to be about to overturn the entire starry sky.
"Ah~~~ Something happened."
"Come out, the Origin Continent will come out soon."
"This time, this seat is bound to seize a great purple qi."
In an instant, the starry sky near Tianhe boiled, and countless semi-holy, false saints, and saints all stared at the center of the river without blinking.
I'm afraid of missing a little detail.
Witness the grand event of the world once in a billion years.
Much attention.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
at this time... ... ..
"Boom~~~"
One side does not know how many light years the terrifying continent slowly rises from the center of the river that day.
An hour later.
The terrifying continent finally surfaced completely.
It was a big character, and Lingwu Continent was in front of it, and that was an inconspicuous island.
That is, the entire Lingwu Great World, in front of it, is not one hundred one.
Some top big worlds, that's just the case, and there is even less.
The entire continent was enveloped in a layer of gray mist, hazy, making it impossible for people to truly understand everything in the continent.
Even the Half-Step Saint King has an extremely dreamy, extremely unreal, and unattainable feeling.
"The Origin Continent is finally here. As long as you arrive at the Origin Continent, you don't need to worry about anything..." Yang Fan was surging, and he couldn't wait to enter it. In the past one hundred and thirty years, he gave him Suffocated, "Seven days, there are still seven days..."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thanks to my little friend Yellow Cat for the reward.