Qinglin Emperor City, above.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The dazzling green light suddenly cut through the void, and in a flash, it reached a million miles away from Yang Fan.
Revealing thirteen powerful and terrifying powerful men who dominate the wild.
The false saints are all false saints.
Especially the middle-aged man wearing the cyan unicorn armor at the center is even more of a seven false saints. The cultivation base alone is no less than those of the top holy palace sons and saints.
"The ancestors are the ancestors, we are saved, we are saved."
In an instant, the panic in the hearts of countless foreign races in the Qinglin Emperor City was wiped out. The ancestors were the number one powerhouse in the Qinglin Empire. Even in the entire Yangyun domain, they were the top powerhouses in the ranks. What's more, there are so many imperial sages to help, and they will definitely be able to defeat the devil.
"One seven false saints, one six false saints, three four false saints, five three false saints, and three two false saints. It seems that this seat still underestimates these native mainland natives." Yang Fanliang His eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. The thirteen false saints alone are almost enough for the hundreds of false saints in the Lingwu Sacred Palace to drink a pot. This is just an ordinary empire. The strength of this Qinglin Empire is far from being qualified in the entire 1,080 region of Origin Continent, not to mention the top 1,000, even the tens of millions.
In this continent of origin, perhaps these natives are their real enemies.
Faintly, Yang Fan's heart began to waver.
But soon, the distracting thoughts in the heart were replaced by fierce heat. Among the thirteen false sanctuary laws, many of them are exactly what he needs, the forty rules of the gods he controls. Among them, there are only eleven realms in the realm of great perfection, and twenty-nine holy laws are left. There are nine realms in the realm of great achievement, twelve realms in the realm of Xiaocheng, and eight realms. It's worth getting started.
And there is also a rule of the Lord that he has understood that he has not yet advanced. If he swallows them, his combat power will surely increase a lot.
at this time... ... .
"Who are you, why did you offend my imperial capital for no reason?" Ancestor Qinglin questioned with a touch of jealousy flashing in his eyes.
"Little one of the seven false saints, who gave you the courage to question this seat? Or is it just relying on the aphids behind you?" A touch of contempt was drawn across Yang Fan's face, and there was a hint of puzzlement, although he didn't use all Power, the power that can burst out, is no less than a Tier 1 Intermediate Saint.
If it is a false saint, at least it must be the power of the twelve false saints.
The ancestors of Qinglin and others are not weak, but at most they are to contend with the nine false saints, and the twelve false saints are completely in the sky.
At this moment, they didn't want to escape, but they still dared to appear in front of them. They were bold enough.
"Damn evil spirits from the outside world, how dare I look down on me so..." Qinglin ancestor and the twelve false saints behind him gritted their teeth. For hundreds of millions of years, they have not been so despised by anyone, but in the end They still suppressed the anger in their hearts. Although they had something to rely on, it was the last card of their Qinglin Empire. It would be better to not use it or not.
"Hu~~~" Taking a deep breath, the ancestor Qinglin slowly said, "Humanity, now retreat, nothing has happened to this seat, otherwise, my Qinglin Empire would not be easy to provoke. "
"Oh~~~~ I have to see how your Qinglin Empire is not easy to mess with." Yang Fan dragged his voice, eyes flashing with cat and mouse jokes.
"Human, don't force me..." Qinglin ancestor Yang Fan, whose eyes were dead, was almost on the verge of an explosion.
"Forcing you? This seat is forcing you. If you have any means, just take it out. I blame this seat on the Huangquan Road in the province for not giving you that opportunity." Yang Fan is aggressive, and he doesn't believe that the Qinglin Empire can have any means. Overturned.
Even if the Qinglin Empire really has any means to threaten the Intermediate Saints, what about it
The big deal is to summon the deity.
With the connection between the clone and the deity, within this domain, the deity can arrive within a few breaths at most.
"Good~~~Good~~~Good~~~Humans, you forced me..." A fierce stern flashed in the eyes of Old Ancestor Qinglin, as if he had made some decision.
next moment... ... .
A turquoise unicorn piece appeared in his hand, faintly, it seemed to be able to see a head of a green wood unicorn galloping.
In an instant, a breath of ancient vicissitudes burst out, sweeping the world.
This is a piece of the sacred sacred sacred jade unicorn with sixteen sacred realms. It contains a sacred power of the jade unicorn. Once activated, twelve or even thirteen sacred horror powers can erupt. The strongest killer of the Qinglin Empire.
If it weren't for Yang Fan's bitterness, the ancestor Qinglin would never use this hole card.
That sacred power is really gone after using it.
It's too late to say, then it's fast.
"Boom~~~"
That sapphire unicorn piece merged into the body of the ancestor of Qinglin.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The strength of the Qinglin ancestor's whole body, like a landslide and tsunami, breeds, and the whole body's momentum is soaring and rising.
The body is also raised inch by inch, one zhang.... Three zhang.... Ten zhang.... Fifty zhang.... Hundred zhang... ... .Qianzhang....... Wanzhang....
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying giant with a height of ten thousand feet, pointing the sky and stepping on the earth, watching the world.
"Puffy~~~Puffy~~~Puffy~~~"
In all directions, the large~large~slices of space are like tiles, all collapsed into dregs and turned into powder.
"Jie Jie Jie~~~ Power, this is the power of the ancestors... Strong, really too strong... I have never had such power before, now I am easily I can blow up a nine false saints in a moment... Hahaha... Ant, tremble, despair..."
The voice of the ancestor Qinglin suddenly turned into an urn sound, whirling between heaven and earth.
"Hs~~~The ancestors today are really too strong. I wait for them to be nothing but heaven and earth. The gap in the life level, even if I wait for twelve people to join hands, it is absolutely impossible to be the ancestor. The enemy... "The twelve false saints of the Qinglin emperor clan who had already exploded for thousands of miles, looked at the stalwart figure like a devil, and gasped.
"Good~~~ good~~~ good~~~ With the current strength of the ancestors, it is certain to be able to kill the evil spirits that day."
"Abominable evil spirits, dare to underestimate my Qinglin emperor clan, your death date is here."
"This is the strongest trump card of your Qinglin emperor?" Yang Fan shook his head in disappointment, thinking that it was a terrifying assassin. It was such a trick. Even though the ancestor of Qinglin was not inferior at this time. Yu Thirteen Dao False Saints, but like him, with the help of external force, forcibly ascending force, can not be compared with the real Thirteen Dao False Saints, and the combat power that can be exerted is comparable to that of the Twelve Paths It's not much stronger to come.
At most, it is comparable to a top-tier Intermediate Saint. This strength, not to mention Yang Fan's deity, is his clone.
"Human, what do you mean by this?" Old Ancestor Qinglin's laughter stopped, and a faint uneasiness arose in his heart.
"The end of everything, obediently become the nourishment for the growth of this seat." A cruel sneer crossed the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, which was shot with a palm.
"Boom~~~"
A terrifying black hole of swallowing suddenly appeared, crushing towards the ancestor Qinglin.
"Oh no... ... ."