Sacred Heart Domain, Emperor God Mountain.
Endless panic spreads in the Emperor God Mountain. Ordinary creatures don’t know the horror of the Nine Heavens Temple. How can these top false saints not know that they are the undisputed number one power in their original continent, controlling dozens of large domains in the middle. There are countless races of affiliated forces. The half-step saint king on the bright side is more than the number of hands. Although their Yang Jiajun can also be called a master like rain, strong like a cloud, and nearly five hundred top false saints, but Putting it in the Central Sanctuary, it barely squeezed into the ranks of the top big powers, and it was not even a star or a half away from the strongest overlord like Nine Heavens Temple.
The Lord is confused, how can he kill the purple-clothed envoy without authorization? This is completely taking all of them to death.
If it hadn't been for Yang Fan's control of the sacred soul, Yang Fan would be able to kill them in a single thought. At this moment, many of them were afraid that they would have turned each other.
Nine Heavens Temple is not something they can deal with at all, not to mention other things, just the mysterious powerhouse who has not yet appeared can easily destroy all of them.
"Boom~~~"
The space above the Emperor God Mountain was torn apart.
A young man dressed in white came up through the air, looking like a twenty-seven-eight-year-old, but in his eyes was the charm of time like song, time like water, very desolate and ancient.
The whole body dominates the world, is so incomparable, dominates the heavens, like the sky and the earth, everything is under his control.
In his eyes, endless divine patterns flickered, disillusioned, and seemed to be gestating the Supreme Avenue.
"Yang Fan, kid, if you don't come out yet, can I ask you to come out?" The white-clothed young man was condescending and looked down at the Emperor God Mountain, his eyes flashed, as if he could ignore all the space and see everything.
"It's over, everything is over." Endless despair shrouded the hearts of all the top false saints, and the white-clothed youth looking into the sky was full of fear, powerful, and really too powerful. Compared with them, These top-level false saints, including ten thirty-six false saints, are all like the humble ants on the ground. They are not in the same life level at all. It seems that the white-clothed young man wants to destroy them, but is just a matter of waving his hands. .
"Little one, three pseudo-half-step saint kings, who gives you the courage to dare to come to this place to run wild." Suddenly, a disdainful voice floated out of the Emperor God Mountain and swept the world.
"What?" The white-clothed youth's complexion changed slightly, and a dignified flash flashed in his eyes. Vaguely, his heart was covered with a gloom, to be able to see through his cultivation at a glance, at least three and a half steps like him. Holy King, even higher.
And the desperate ancestor Cangyun and other top false saints suddenly had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. They couldn't be more clear about the voice. It was the voice of their lord-Yang Fan. Since the lord can clearly see through the white-clothed young man Even if his cultivation base is not as good as that of the white-clothed young man, I am afraid it will not be much worse.
This is their home court. With the help of the convenient location, they are not without a fight.
at this time... ... .
"Boom~~~"
The sky suddenly darkened, and a terrifying purple hand fell from the sky and shrouded toward the white-clothed youth.
This palm resembles the hand of God, with endless purple qi lingering on it, like a series of terrifying purple dragons, easily suppressing the starry sky, turning the yin and yang upside down, and exploding time and space.
Moreover, in the center of the big purple hand, faintly visible, terrible long rivers of avenues, countless avenue runes gleaming in them, as many as Hengsha, with the endless avenue mystery, it seems that only one glance will sink the eternal life into the avenues. , Must not be detached.
"Ah, how is this possible..."
The white-clothed young man was horrified, his eyes widened, like fish eyes, the breath of the big purple hand made him feel much more terrifying than the one he had ever seen before.
And that supreme, but he has successfully controlled the Eight Principles of the Holy Kings. According to legend, he will control the Ninth Law of the Holy Kings with only one step. This big purple hand is actually terrifying. What kind of power is that? The king, or the ten half-step saint king
Damn, are all the bastards in Bixiaodian dead
This is what you said is the strongest but a half-step Saint King cultivation base
You are paralyzed, have such a perverted half-step Saint King? It really scared your dog's eyes.
"Star Shield, guard."
In his heart, the disciple of the Bixiao Temple who was in charge of intelligence in the Nine Heavens Temple scolded a dog-blood sprinkler, but the white-clothed youth was not slow, and directly sacrificed the strongest treasure in his hand-the quasi-dao tool Sky Star Shield.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The sky over the white-clothed youth was instantly dark, turning into a starry sky, dotted with countless stars.
With the cultivation base of the white-clothed youth's three and a half-step saint kings, he fully sacrificed the quasi-dao device star shield, that is, if the four-and-a-half-step sage king wants to break through the starry sky without the help of the quasi-dao device, it will be extremely difficult. Things.
It's just that under the big purple hand, the starry sky is not much stronger than the glass.
It breaks with one touch.
The gap between the two sides is too huge, even if Yang Fan only used the power of the flesh, it is not a trivial half-step Saint King that can match.
"Pouch~~~"
The white-clothed youth was captured by the purple hand in one fell swoop, without any resistance.
Quiet! The huge Emperor Shenshan was a bit scary all of a sudden.
It wasn't until the Ziqi big hand disappeared for a long time that the ancestor Cangyun and other powerful people came back to their senses and talked a lot.
"The town is suppressed, so the strong of Nine Heavens Temple was suppressed by the Lord?"
"That's the three and a half steps of the Saint King who has controlled the Three Paths of Saint King's Law, but he can't do a single move in the Lord's hands. It's terrible, it's really terrible."
"No wonder the Lord will kill the purple-clothed Saint Envoy. The Lord seems to have been prepared for a long time, and I don't know what cultivation level the Lord is now? Five and a half steps of the Saint King, or is it stronger?"
In addition to the shock, the panic hearts of the powerhouses gradually calmed down, and a peerless powerhouse who at least controlled the five principles of the holy king, even the Nine Heavens Temple would not dare to offend it at will.
Emperor Shrine.
"Boom~~~"
Swallowing the sky and the earth ~ Dharma was circulated to the extreme by Yang Fan, devouring the white-clothed youth crazily. It has to be said that the half-step holy king is the half-step holy king, and the power of the source of life is pure and vast, far from those top false holy comparable.
At the same time, countless avenues of comprehension, it seems like a rolling river pours into Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, Yang Fan's holy soul is like that dehydrated sponge that quickly absorbs all this.
The three sage laws of starlight, wind, and water in the realm of Dzogchen are rapidly rising, and they are constantly evolving toward the law of the holy king.
Swallow inside the black hole.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
The young man in white who was struggling frantically by the chain of seventy-two laws pierced his body, but he was nothing but useless work.
"Roar, Yang Fan, this seat is Fei Le, the great elder of the Jade Temple of the Nine Heavens Temple. If this seat dies, my Nine Heavens Temple will be immortal with you, even your relatives and friends in the sacred palace of Jiehe will not escape death. .. ... ." The origin of the ordinary power, dare not get involved in the Tiannan Boundary River at will, but the overlord giants like Jiuxiao Temple do not have so many worries. There are also large forces in the Tiannan Boundary River, even if it is some. A super power with a half-step saint king, dare not to underestimate it in the slightest.
"Haha~~~"
Yang Fan sneered and didn't move at all. At this moment, even if the great elder of the Yuxiao Palace was released, he didn't believe that the Nine Heavens Palace would stop there. Since he killed the purple-clothed emissary, the double reverse has already been done. He tore his face completely.
And even if the Nine Heavens Temple wanted to stop, Yang Fan would not let them go.
As the largest power in the Origin Continent, the grand and purple qi collected by it is definitely not comparable to the Golden Dragon, Emperor God, and Silver Phoenix tribes, and it is probably dozens of times more than the three tribes.
However, the Lingwu Sacred Palace does have to make some preparations. Compared with those top-level Sacred Palaces, the Lingwu Sacred Palace is indeed a lot weaker, not to mention the super power of the Nine Heavens Palace, the Nine Heavens Saint in the Tiannan Boundary River. The temple, it is very likely that there is also a half-step holy king sitting in the town, and even more than one.
The Lingwu Great World is the top high-level big world. It is the ninth-tier top sage. Entering into it, under the suppression of the power of the big world, you can play the high-level high-level sage combat power, even if it is good, but half The Bu Sage King is different, even if he enters the Lingwu Great World, his combat power is at least above the first-tier top sage.
A top-notch saint is enough to destroy the Lingwu Sacred Palace.
Let Yuan Tian refine the Harmony Purple Qi and bring a group of top false saints to the Lingwu Great World to protect the safety of the Holy Palace.
Yuan Tian, the ancestor of the Jinjing Yuanmo family, is also the strongest under Yang Fan, thirty-six false saints, and his combat power is slightly inferior to the former Jinyuan ancestor.
With its presence in the Great World of Lingwu, plus a group of top sages, the idea that the sage king dared to fight the sacred palace of Lingwu in half a step would have to die.
Yuan Tian and others are his slaves. The Holy Soul bears his spiritual brand. In the Lingwu Great World, they are barely half of them. Although the power of the world still suppresses them, it is just suppressing one. Two levels of combat power, with Yuan Tian’s 36 Taoist Consummation Sovereign cultivation base, in the Lingwu Great World, it is comparable to the eighth-tier top Sovereign.
half year later.
"Boom~~~"
A glorious divine light soared into the sky from the Emperor God Mountain, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the barriers of the original continent and disappeared without a trace.
Soon, another decade has passed.
Emperor Shrine.
"Well, at the speed of Yuan Tian's ninth-level top sage, ten years have passed, and now they should have returned to the great world of Lingwu with Patriarchs..." Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, "Then this guy also There is no need to continue to exist... "
next moment... ... .
Yang Fan turned his mind, and brought out the Fei Le who was about to fall into the realm of the false holy.
As early as ten years ago, the power of life origin in this Fei Le’s body was almost completely swallowed by Yang Fan. The three laws of the holy kings and the thirty-three laws of the holy kings were all absorbed by him. Some of the shortcomings are that there are only starlight and wind. The Sovereign Law successfully transformed into the Sovereign Law, but the Sovereign Law of Water was a bit worse.
Fila's third law of the holy king of water is only just getting started, and it is far from reaching the realm of Dzogchen, and there is no breakthrough, but it is expected.
Only to give Yuan Tian enough time to return to the great world of Lingwu did he hang his life.
Now there is no need for that. The speed of the ninth-tier top saint is more than a hundred times faster than the holy martial title. Ten years later, it is more than enough to return to the great world of Lingwu.
"Ah, Yang Fan, you beast, the temple will not let you go..."
"Pouch~~~"
Fila's body was completely shattered and turned into fly ash.
The central sanctuary, the Temple of Nine Heavens.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The mysterious fate and soul bell once again rang in all directions, and this time, it rang seven times.
"Seven divine bells ring, this... Is this a great elder who has fallen?"
"This... How is this possible, the great elder is a half-step sacred king realm peerless powerhouse?"
"In just over thirty years, first the purple-clothed envoy, and now the great elder, this...what the hell is going on? What forces are targeting my Nine Heavens Temple?"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thanks to the little friend Dolphin_7835838 for the reward.