In the middle of Yangyun domain, Ziling Canyon.
"Oh~~~"
Hongmeng Beast let out a stern wailing, the beast's instinct made him feel deadly and dangerous, and wanted to dodge.
But it's impossible. The surrounding space has already been blocked, not to mention moving, it is extremely difficult to move the position.
Although the Hongmeng Beast's combat power is comparable to the third-order high-ranking sage, in front of Yang Fan, it is like the weak aphids, and it has no power to fight back.
The difference between the two great ranks and several great realms is enough to make countless low-rank and high-ranking sages despair.
Besides, the Hongmeng Beast is not really a high-level holy, it doesn't know any secret or forbidden spells, and there is no high-level holy artifact. Everything depends on brute force, bully, those who are weaker than him are okay. The strong, stop cooking immediately.
"Boom~~~"
The swallowing black hole hit the body of the Hongmeng Beast at once, and the terrifying swallowing force instantly concealed the room and forcibly swallowed it into it.
The engulfing black hole with a diameter of more than ten thousand feet shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a black crystal ball the size of a longan. Vaguely, you could see a hideous purple unicorn, roaring and struggling constantly, but it was so futile.
The holy city of Lingwu, the holy palace in the center.
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan's closed eyes suddenly opened, the light was dazzling, invincible, and everything collapsed.
At this moment, even if the top saint was standing in front of Yang Fan, he would be pierced through by the dazzling divine light.
Soon, a touch of joy flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, "Two hundred grand and purple auras, good, good, good..."
I thought it would be good to be able to bring back dozens of Hongmeng Purple Qi during this trip. After all, unlike those ancient tribes’ accumulation of tens of billions of years, a place will often be born with a very small part of the Hongmeng Purple Qi. I thought there were two hundred giants.
This harvest is more than that of many ancient countries that have collected tens of billions of years. Among the eight ancient countries of Yangyunyu, only the first ancient country, Mingyang Ancient Kingdom, can surpass one of them.
In addition to the grand purple qi he had originally possessed, the grand purple qi in Yang Fan's hand had reached 1,566 levels at this moment.
If all the refining is completed, only with the power of the flesh shell, I am afraid that it will be able to fight the Tier 4 top sage.
As for the clones ruthlessly slaughtering the elites of the sacred palaces in the Purple Spirit Canyon, Yang Fan did not care at all. A group of ants would be killed if they were killed. What is worthy of attention. Eight hundred years later, those sacred palaces will not come. It's fine to trouble yourself.
Otherwise, Yang Fan doesn't mind letting the major holy palaces have fewer saints.
"Huh~~~"
Breathing out a foul breath, Yang Fan closed his eyes again and continued to refine the dragon general.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A stream of life origin power, like the Yangtze River, swallowed the black hole and poured endlessly into Yang Fan's body, causing Yang Fan's fleshy power to skyrocket at the speed of the power of a hundred saints per breath.
It is simply terrifying, the ultimate power that a top-tier first-order saint can explode is the power of a hundred saints.
Soon, another month passed.
"Bang~~~"
The second dragon will completely collapse and turn into fly ash.
Yang Fan's whole body strength skyrocketed again for several levels, and even a law successfully transformed into a law of the Lord.
After controlling the Sixty-Four Sovereign Laws, it became more difficult to advance the new law again.
There are three thousand laws in the universe, but most people comprehend those more commonly used laws. Of the thirty holy laws that the dragon commander controls, 24 of them coincide with Yang Fan. Yes, there are five ways that Yang Fan did not comprehend.
However, Yang Fan had already prepared for this, but he was not too disappointed.
The universe is vast and boundless, just a small Tiannan Boundary River, the Holy Lord is more than one million, ten million, above the Boundary River, there is also a boundary, above the Boundary, there is a broader boundary sea, one day, He will successfully control the Three Thousand Rule.
With the heaven-defying cheating device, Yang Fan never doubted that he could not control all the laws, at most it was the relationship between the length of time.
Before long, the third dragon will be picked up by Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~"
A three-story ship pierced through the void and stopped billions of miles away from the holy city of Lingwu.
next moment... ... .
From the ship on that building, a middle-aged man in silver armor that controls the twenty-eight saints' laws came out, and said loudly to the distant Lingwu holy city, "In Koluo of the Lower Divine Clan, I will see Master Yang Fan on the order of my lord."
Lingwu Holy City, in a glorious shrine.
Yang Fan sat on the seat of the gods together. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Emperor God Clan, one of the three overlords of the same name as the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan, it’s kind of interesting to send someone to see this seat. ... Fan An, invite the messenger from the Divine Race to come in."
"Yes, Lord."
Soon, Fan An, wearing the sacred armor, appeared in front of Na Keluo, neither humbled nor said, "My lord will let you in."
"Thanks a lot."
Ke Luo hugged Fan An with a fist, without daring to show any disrespect. Although the person in front of him is just a hypocrite, he can kill him thousands of times with just one finger, but he represents Yang Fan. If you dare to be rude, it will only be him who will suffer.
Then Yang Fan and the four dragon generals all said that they would suppress it. The signs of their emperor protoss were not necessarily useful here.
"Hi... What a holy city, once the killing array broke out, it would be enough to kill me, the twenty-eight false saints." As soon as he entered the Lingwu holy city, Koruo felt a sense of ignorance. Ruowu's sense of crisis enveloped his mind, and it seemed that as long as he was a little presumptuous, he would suffer annihilation.
After a few breaths.
Kolo finally appeared in front of Yang Fan's clone.
"Emperor Protoss messenger-Ke Luo, met the great Master Yang Fan." Ke Luo bowed to Yang Fan Yingying, his voice was indescribable respect.
As one of the three overlords of the Sacred Heart Region, the Emperor God Clan can be regarded as the top clan even in the entire Origin Continent. It is based on the cultivation of the twenty-eight false saints of Koror, even if you see some thirty false saints. He wouldn't put his posture so low, but Yang Fan was different. He was an unparalleled murderer who could easily kill the four dragon generals.
The horror of strength has definitely reached the ancestor level, and among the many ancestors, they are all regarded as outstanding, and they are absolutely qualified to treat them equally with their emperor gods.
"What is your lord looking for?" Yang Fan said straight to the point.
Ke Luo held a dark gold invitation in both hands, walked step by step in front of Yang Fan, and handed the invitation to Yang Fan respectfully, "My Patriarch, I want to invite adults to the Emperor God Mountain for a gathering. This is The invitation, please accept it."
"Invite this emperor mountain to gather? Okay, I know." Yang Fan nodded lightly, "You can go back now."
"Yes, the little one retire." Kolo didn't dare to be dissatisfied.
In the central shrine.
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan made a move with his right hand, and there was a dark gold invitation in his hand, "The Hundred Clan Conference in a year? This Emperor Protoss actually wants to invite this seat as a foreign aid, haha...interesting.... .. ."