Under the command of the third prince of Yuxuan, there are eight hundred false saints. Although the strength of a single person is not strong, they are generally only four or five false saints. The strongest two, that is, 21 false saints, but once the eight hundred false saints unite, Combining a battle formation, there are thirty-one false saints, all of which can be fought, and they can even be defeated with a lot of confidence.
It's a pity that they ran into the monster Yang Fan, and even the golden dragon bones of the third prince Yuxuan, who had the power of thirty-two false saints for the time being, were easily suppressed by Yang Fan, let alone them.
Less than a breath.
"Oh~~~"
With a miserable dragon roar, the five-clawed golden dragon in the air burst into pieces, and once again turned into eight hundred false saints.
This is because of the mercy of Yang Fan's men, otherwise it would not be a serious injury, but a death.
"Boom~~~"
A glorious golden pagoda fell from the sky, completely suppressing the eight hundred false saints that had been severely damaged.
These loaches are all excellent tonics, how can they be wasted like this.
"Damn, you dare to suppress this prince's own army, do you really want to be an enemy of my ancient Golden Dragon clan?" The third prince Yuxuan looked at Yang Fan and waved his hand and suppressed his 800 false saints, and suddenly burst out with a terrible cry. Screamed, staring at Yang Fan with both eyes, wanting to eat people.
The prince pro-arms, but the most important force under his command is the guarantee for him to compete with other dragon princes for the position of the dragon emperor.
"Haha...little loach, you'd better take care of yourself first." A smirk crossed the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, and with a move of his right hand, he grabbed the third prince Yuxuan in his hand, just like catching a chicken. Generally, relaxed.
The third prince of Yuxuan has an extraordinary background, that is, thirty false saints. If you are careless, you may be killed by him. But in itself, it is only a sixteen false saints. The gap between Yang Fan and Yang Fan is really real. It's too huge.
"Roar~~~Yang Fan, I am the Prince of Golden Dragon, you dare to hurt me, my Golden Dragon clan will not let you go. There is no place for you in the sky and the earth..."
"Ancient Golden Dragon? This seat is waiting for them." Yang Fan smiled coldly, and completely suppressed the third prince of Yuxuan. Others were afraid of the ancient Golden Dragon, he was not afraid. As long as he digested the gains from this battle, he would say 64. The law, it is very possible that all of them will be promoted to the law of the gods, even if nearly half of them are just enough for beginners, they are enough to sweep most of the high-level top gods.
If it is possible to refine nine hundred and ninety-nine cosmic purple auras and make the cosmic immortal body step into the realm of entry, the flesh-shell power alone can suppress some of the top sages, and when the time comes, the combat power will be fully utilized. Bu Shengwang is hard to say, but for some 9th-tier top saints, whoever wins and loses will have to fight one more time.
What a little Jinlong ancient clan, what counts.
Even if there are thirty-six false saints in it, Yang Fan is confident that they will be completely suppressed.
The false saints without the Eucharist are really not worth mentioning to the saints of the same level.
"The town... is suppressed, he... how dare he? How dare he?" The ancestor Mingyang and the others were dumbfounded, and couldn't believe what they saw, Yuxuan. His Royal Highness is the third prince of the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan, suppressing him, this is exactly in the face of the Jinlong Ancient Clan in Chi Guoguo, how can the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan give up, even those real thirty-three false saints, dare not follow this Ruthless, did he eat the gall of the bear-hearted leopard this day, or what
at this time... ... .
Yang Fan turned his eyes, looked at the ancestor Mingyang and others, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, "No one is coming to save you now, right?"
"not good."
"Run, run away."
In an instant, the bodies of the ancestor Mingyang and others trembled. After regaining their senses, it was not when Yang Fan dared to beat the third prince Yuxuan ruthlessly, so he had to save his life first, and they used secret methods one after another. Fleeing madly in all directions.
"Can you escape?"
The murderous intent in Yang Fan's eyes flashed away, that is, a palm came out, and he grabbed the escaped ancestor Mingyang and others.
"Ah, stop."
"No, the adults are forgiving, and the little ones are willing to drop."
"Master Yang Fan, the younger one is willing to surrender to you, don't kill me, don't kill me."
Yang Fan remained unmoved. He wanted to surrender now, so why did he go early.
"Boom~~~"
Zhetian's big hand fell, and all the Mingyang ancestors and others were captured and suppressed.
"The whole army charge and kill."
After suppressing the ancestors of the ancient kingdoms, empires, and kingdoms, Yang Fan looked at your elite army of ancient kingdoms, empires, and kingdoms with cold eyes, and gave light commands.
"Yes, Lord."
Suddenly, Fan An and a pseudo-saint powerhouse led a group of Yang family elites and rushed towards the elites of the countries, and Yang Fan did not idle, sacrificing the demon god altar, releasing the demon god army, and at the same time, The horror sacred consciousness that was comparable to the seventh-order top sage swept out, and the remaining pseudo-sage powers among the allied forces were captured and banned.
The slaughter is completely a one-sided slaughter.
As the ancestors of various races were suppressed by Yang Fan, the coalition forces of various countries have long been on the verge of collapse. Ten levels of combat power cannot display three levels. Moreover, the current Yang Jiajun is not 30 billion six months ago, but has skyrocketed to the top. Hundreds of billions, the combat power has more than doubled, doubled, plus the aura like a rainbow.
Where can the coalition forces of all countries be able to resist.
"Block it, this will block it."
"Ah, no...surrender, I surrendered."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm willing to drop, willing to drop."
The fierce battle lasted for seven days. Nearly ten trillions of elites from various countries stayed in this Huanglongxia after three trillions. Among them, the demon god puppet army was killed the most. Almost half of the Allied forces died of The hand of the demon god puppet army, and under the nourishment of trillions of emperors and quasi holy blood, the strength of one hundred thousand demon gods has all skyrocketed by a large rank. The most common demon god puppets are all equal to the seventh-order perfect semi-sage. Power, the saint's combat power, the demon god, more than a thousand members, the strongest demon god puppets, the combat power even reached the realm of the intermediate sage.
Although it was only comparable to a Tier 1 Intermediate Holy Venerable, it was also terrifying.
Once combined into a battle formation of the demon gods, even against the high-ranking high-ranking sages, they have the power to fight.
The remaining seven trillion elites from various countries, and the last survivors, were less than 300 billion, and most of them became prisoners of the Yang family's army. Compared to
As for Yang Jiajun, although it was also damaged, compared to the harvest, it was nothing at all, and none of the pseudo-sacred realm powerhouses had fallen.
After all, the false saints of all countries have been captured and suppressed by Yang Fan. It is not an easy task for ordinary half saints to kill a false saint.
After some repairs, Yang Jiajun, led by a avatar, divided his troops into fifteen divisions, swallowing the entire cloud region of Yangyang with whales.
The battle of Huanglongxia directly consumed most of the elites of the countries. The most important thing is that the casualties of the pseudo-sages exceed eight levels, and there are not enough top powers to sit in town. How can they resist the wolves and tigers of the Yang family army.
One month later.
Two of the seven ancient kingdoms have completely fallen. Among the twenty-four empires, the six empires have become a thing of the past, and there are even more kingdoms.
Three months later, the huge Yangyun domain was the first ancient country, Mingyang Ancient Country, and there were still a few empires still struggling to support it, but it was only a matter of time before it fell completely.
Yang Jiajun's unification of Yang Yunyu is already unstoppable.