Mangcang ancient capital, Mangcang Emperor Palace.
The ancient emperor Mangcang united with the ancestors of the eight empires, doing all he could to fight to the death, the fighting power is not weak, that is, the general sixteen false saints have to temporarily avoid the edge, but now is different from the past, half a year, for As far as other false saints are concerned, it's nothing. Let alone half a year, it is a hundred years or ten thousand years. It is impossible to have much diligence, but Yang Fan, a monster, has directly made a qualitative leap, and as the deity's strength advances by leaps and bounds, the clone is the same. The strength skyrocketed, and the horror of combat power was comparable to the top seventh-tier Intermediate Sovereign.
This is the seventeen false saints, and it is still the power that the best of the seventeen false saints can have, and it is not something that the ancient emperor Mangcang and others can contend.
Even if the forbidden technique is used, it is the same.
Less than a breath.
"Puffy~~~Puffy~~~Puffy~~~"
The horrible swallowing black hole destroyed the attacks of the nine powerful men like Manangcang Ancient Emperor, and slammed into the bodies of the nine powerful men, wanting to swallow them forcibly.
at this time... ... .
"Niezha, stop."
"Boom~~~"
A horrible aura of eighteen false saints swept out of the eastern horizon, rolling like a tide, rolling towards Yang Fan.
next moment... ... .
"Prickly..."
The Eastern Void was torn apart like a curtain, and a terrifying figure like a demon god appeared in the sky.
This is a middle-aged man wearing a black unicorn armor. He is three feet tall. The entire population is like a sea of blood, his head is like a mountain, and his eyes are like the sun and the moon. As long as anyone looks at him, he will immediately sink into endless endlessness. The terrifying feeling of savage wildness, the aura of greatness, ten thousand times more than that of the ancient emperor Mang Cang who used the secret technique.
Mang Cangyu-the ancestor of Mang Cang ancient country, an old monster who has lived for tens of billions of years.
At this moment, his cultivation level has clearly entered the realm of the 18 false saints, and it is not as simple as just breaking through. The 18 laws of the holy ones have already entered the realm of great perfection, and only one step will be promoted to the nineteenth. Taoist hypocrisy.
Once this crucial step is taken, its strength will surely have a qualitative breakthrough. Even if it is not as good as the real high-ranking sage, it is by no means comparable to the ordinary ninth-level intermediate sacred.
In the Yang Yun domain, this Mang Cangyu can definitely rank among the top ten, even if it is placed in the entire Origin Continent, it is a top powerhouse.
It's just that Yang Fan didn't seem to see that Mang Cangyu at all, and he swallowed the ancient emperor Mang Cang and the eight empire ancestors without reducing the power of the black hole, completely suppressing it.
"Roar! Nie barrier, you dare."
A reckless Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. In the presence of his ancestor of the ancient Mangcang tribe, he actually dared to suppress the ancient emperor of their Mangcang ancient tribe. This is exactly Chi Guoguo's slap in the face of his old ancestor. what.
If it weren't for the safety of the suppressed Mang Cang ancient emperor, he would have to let this heavenly evil spirit know his reckless means.
Yang Fan curled his lips in disdain, a mere eighteen false saints, he really regarded himself as a human being.
"Niezha, let them go quickly, I will spare you not to die." Mang Cangyu suppressed his anger and said.
"Forgive me for not dying? Just rely on you?" Yang Fan glanced at Mang Cangyu contemptuously. With eighteen false saints, his combat power is comparable to that of an eighth-level intermediate saint, and he is stronger than he is now. No matter the grade, it's easy to defeat him, but if he wants to leave, this reckless Cangyu absolutely can't keep him.
"Niezha, don't think that you have some ability, you can be ignorant, don't forget, this is Manghuang Imperial Palace." If it is in other places, he is not very sure, leaving a seventeen hypocritical saints, but Manghuang Imperial Palace It's different. Here, let's not say that there is a false saint of seventeen ways, that is, the eighteen ways, and even the nineteen false saints, he has the confidence to make it impossible to come and go.
at this time... ... .
"What about Manghuang Imperial Palace? I have to see what you can do to keep me waiting." A slightly provocative voice sounded from Mang Cangyu's side.
"What? Someone else?" Mang Cangyu's expression changed slightly, and just about to speak, another joking voice rang out, "Some people don't have any skills, but they have a great mouth."
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Two streamers cut through the void, one fell on the left and right sides of Yang Fan, revealing two young men in black, two young men carved in a mold with Yang Fan.
When he noticed that Mang Cangyu was an eighteen holy saint, Yang Fan informed the other two clones to rush over. The strength of Mang Cang ancient kingdom was ten times stronger than that of ordinary empires. Yang Jiajun didn’t dare to deal with the empire. .
"Hiss.... The technique of creating a mysterious clone..." Mang Cangyu's body shook, and a deep jealousy flashed through. Generally speaking, the strength of the clone is far lower. For the deity, but those two clones are good, and they feel that they are not inferior to their deity, and they are by no means weaker than a seventeen false saints.
The combination of the three seventeen false saints, especially this clone and deity, is even more terrifying than those twin brothers who are connected with each other. The nineteen false saints in general are not necessarily their opponents.
With Mang Cangyu's cultivation base, he couldn't see the reality of Yang Fan's three major clones. He was preconceived and directly regarded the first clone as Yang Fan's deity.
But soon, a flash of fortune flashed in Mang Cangyu's heart. Fortunately, he was now in the Mang Cang Emperor Palace, the nest of their Mang Cang ancient tribe. If he encounters this monster in other places, he will lose.
Whether or not he can even save his life is a big unknown. There is only one difference between the eighteen false saints and the nineteen false saints, but they are qualitatively different, just like the ninth-level intermediate holy priests and the first-order high-level holy ones. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a difference in the level of life. As long as a first-order high-ranking sage is willing to pay some price, it is definitely not difficult to kill a ninth-ordered intermediate sage.
No, they will never be able to leave the Manghuang Emperor Palace alive.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to kill this evil spirit.
Soon, the coldest murderous intent appeared in Mang Cangyu's heart.
Mang Canghong, for the sake of my Mang Cang ancient country, I can only apologize to you, ancestor.
At this moment, Mang Cangyu secretly made up his mind to kill Yang Fan and his "two avatars" even if he gave up the ancient emperor Mang Cang.
Although the ancient Emperor Mangcang was a rare powerhouse of their ancient Mangcang tribe, their losses were still not enough to shake the foundation of their Mangcang ancient tribe.
Among the major empires, the nine false saints are already the ancestor-level combat power, each of them is the pillar of the empire, some empires ranked lower, such as Qinglin, Poison~Dragon and other empires, do not even have There are nine false saints, but in an ancient country that has been passed down for tens of billions of years, such as the ancient country of Mangcang, more than ten false saints are the foundation of the ancient country.
"Huh? This old thing waited for me to kill me." The center Yang Fan avatar frowned slightly and said.
"Junior, I can see the strongest killer move of my Mangcang clan, and you can also look down under Jiuquan." Hearing this, Mang Cangyu is not concealing his own killing intent, and Sen coldly said, "The common people are in great array, among all beings. Strength gathers my body."
"Ah, it's the ancestor, the ancestor is calling us."
"Guys of the ancient race, raise your hands and give your strength to help Old Ancestor Town kill demons."