Yang Fan is very famous in the entire Yangyun domain. Even in the surrounding area, it is a moment of fame, but there are not many people who have actually seen Yang Fan, especially the people present, most of them are external creatures. , In the Yangyun domain, the foundation is far from being compared with that of the major ancient countries and empires. For Yang Fan, he only hears his name and never sees him.
"Yes, this seat is Yang Fan." Yang Fan stepped forward, condescendingly, and glanced down at the son of Zifeng, and admitted frankly.
"What? You...you are Yang Fan?" Young Master Zifeng trembled, and his eyes were as big as fish eyes. He looked at Yang Fan with an incredible look. God, you can play with me. Don't be so irritating, I just mentioned Yang Fan so casually, and you sent that great god over, don't you know that my little heart can't stand it.
Who is Yang Fan? It was a perverted monster who unified Fang Dayu in just two years.
It was even rumored before that the four great dragon generals of the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan were ruthlessly killed by Yang Fan.
This is a real cruel character.
As for Yang Fan's words, Young Master Zifeng didn't doubt it. In Yangyun domain, no one had the courage to pretend to be Yang Fan. It was completely too long for his life.
"Yang Fan, he is actually Yang Fan."
"Damn, why did he come."
"How can this be good? When this abnormality comes, the humiliation and purple qi will be our part."
In all directions, a group of strong men’s eyes were darkened, and they were utterly distressed. It was not easy to find the Magnificence and Purple Qi, but in the end they had to give people their hands. How can they be reconciled in their hearts, but what can they do if they are not reconciled? Yang Fan, this monster, is not what they belong to. It can be provoked.
at this time... ... .
"Huh~~~~" After taking a deep breath, Young Master Zifeng suppressed the panic in his heart, and calmly said, "Yang Fan, people shouldn’t be too greedy. I discovered that cosmic and purple qi first. You should always give us a chance. Don't forget, you will leave the Origin Continent one day."
"Yes, it is Tianyuan Sacred Palace Xiuping in the next place. Yang Fan, if you don't give me face, you should always give me Tianyuan Sacred Palace face." Other people were shocked when they heard this. Yang Fan is not those origin continents. Aboriginals, sooner or later, will leave the Origin Continent. Could he still be bold enough to fight against everyone
"There is also my Zhenyang Sacred Palace (Liujue Sacred Palace, Qiankun Sacred Palace, Moxie Sacred Palace...)... Yang Fan, the purple spirit in the Purple Spirit Canyon, I wait It’s more, it’s only half..." Other Tianjiao evildoers also burst out of their backstage.
Among them, there are only six top holy palaces. There are 38 high-level holy palaces like Lingwu holy palace. As for the intermediate and low-level holy palaces, there are even more.
This power, even the top holy palace of one party, must think twice. Although Yang Fan has achieved the general trend, there is still a big gap compared to the top holy palace.
They believed that Yang Fan would definitely make the right choice, and they had already taken a step back, and only half of the grandeur.
Above the void.
"Stubbornness." Yang Fan's eyes flashed cold, and the depths of his pupils flashed with deep disdain. Others were afraid of the power behind them. Yang Fan was not afraid of him. Today, his power is no less than that of a top holy palace. , If it is 800 years later, even Yang Fan himself is not sure about what realm he can grow to, the realm of the Saint King is impossible, but some half-step Saint Kings are afraid it will be difficult to cause any danger to him. Up.
As for the huge Tiannan Jiehe, those one, two, half-step saint kings are rare. It is a big problem whether they can not find more than a dozen false saints.
Where would Yang Fan take them to heart
If he was given a period of time to swallow a million Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Hongmeng Indestructible Body entered the realm of Xiaocheng, and with the flesh shell alone, he would be able to fight the Saint King and the strong, and it would only be a matter of his word to sweep the Tiannan Boundary River. .
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~"
An ancient altar suddenly evaporated from the top of Yang Fan's head, filled with devilish energy.
"Boom~~~"
The black light flashed, and the army of one hundred thousand demons suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan.
"Hiss~~~ What a great army of demon gods, so terrible..." There are tens of thousands of powerful people from all directions, from those six hypocritical saints to ordinary perfect semi-sages, all of them trembled. In front of the demon army, they are like the humble aphids on the ground, it seems that as long as they are willing and easy, they can be slaughtered.
"Damn, this...this Yang Fan...what the hell do you want to do..." An unknown omen flooded everyone's hearts, "It's difficult.... ... Is it possible that he still dare to do something with us? No... impossible, how dare he..."
at this time... ... .
Yang Fan's lips moved, and he said indifferently, "Mang Cang Ye."
"It will be at the end."
The stalwart man exuding the terrifying atmosphere of the Intermediate Sovereign at the front of the army of one hundred thousand demon gods replied respectfully.
Mang Cang Ye—Originally the nine false saints of the ancient country of Mang Cang, after being refined by Yang Fan to become a battle puppet of the demon god, after the battle of Huanglong Gorge, he absorbed the energy of immeasurable blood evil, and his combat power directly soared to the fourth-tier intermediate-level holy state. In the army of the demon gods, he can be called the first person, and was given the position of commander of the demon gods by Yang Fan, leading the army of one hundred thousand demon gods.
"Kill this seat, don't keep one."
The killing intent flashed in Yang Fan's eyes and ordered.
A group of aphids whose height is no more than six pseudo-sacred realms, Yang Fan already has little desire to swallow it, it is better to let the demon god army to improve his cultivation.
"Yes, Lord."
Mang Cang Ye should be respectful, and the bloodthirsty light flickered in his eyes.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A terrifying demon energy erupted from the army of one hundred thousand demon gods, permeating the four directions, and the demon god battle formation started. In an instant, a black giant with a height of more than one million feet appeared between the sky and the earth. The high-level saints must be frightened for it.
"Puffy~~~Puffy~~~Puffy~~~"
In all directions, the huge ~ large ~ film space, unbearable and terrifying coercion, burst like a mirror.
"No, this Yang Fan is killing us."
Hearing that, Young Master Zifeng's pupils shrank, and an unspeakable panic flashed in his eyes. The huge black aura was too terrifying. Even if he used all his cards, he was far from the enemy of his one. Flee, flee. Far away.
"Yang Fan, stop it, if you dare to touch this young man's hair, my Tianyuan Holy Palace will not take a break with you."
"Yang Fan, you must not make mistakes. It's still too late to stop now, otherwise, Tiannan Boundary River will never have a place for you."
"Master Yang Fan, if you have something to say, if you have something to say, the villain will withdraw, and then withdraw."
Panicked. At this moment, the surrounding powerhouses were all panicked. I really didn't expect that Yang Fan would really dare to take the world's bad luck and attack them. In an instant, the sound of threats and begging for mercy were endless.
"I have given you the opportunity, but you didn't catch it yourself." Yang Fan said calmly, "Kill them all."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
That horrible black ~ Demon God stepped out with one palm.
"Boom~~~"