The Capital of Charm-the lair of the Blue Charm clan.
"Boom~~~"
Suddenly, the emptiness of the Capital of Fascination was distorted, and the Yaoguang appeared out of thin air.
Ten years later, the Yaoguang has finally reached its final destination-the capital of charm.
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~"
A white light pierced the void, and the ancestor of the god crane directly issued the Yaoguang, and in an instant, the terrifying coercion of the thirty-six false saints directly crushed toward the city of charm.
"The Lanmei clan, dare to provoke our lord's divine power, and his sin is punishable." The voice of the ancestor of the god crane swept across the capital of the magical spirit. The first-class families in the field give it to heart.
"Yang Fan, Lord of evil spirits, this is the central sanctuary, not your west."
"Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Two thirty-six false sacred auras that are not weaker than the ancestor of the god crane suddenly rose from the center of the capital of the charm to the sky, directly suppressing the ancestor of the god crane.
Between breaths.
"Swish~~~wish~~~wish~~~"
Rays of brilliant blue light, tearing through the sky, fell hundreds of miles away from the Yaoguang.
A terrifying powerhouse with an aura like a sea like a sea was revealed, a total of 86 people, all of them top false saints.
The first two have reached the state of thirty-six false saints, worthy of being the top first-class clan. The comprehensive strength of this Blue Mei clan is not inferior to the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan at its peak, plus the convenient location, even Able to fight a half-step holy king.
Inside the Yaoguang.
"It seems that I still need to take action personally." A golden light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. Although the ancestor of the god crane is good, ordinary first-class races can be suppressed by one person, but they want to deal with top-notch first-class races like the Lanmei clan. The race is still a lot worse, even if they gather the power of the Blue Underworld God Crane clan, it is difficult to be the opponent of the Blue Mei clan.
In addition to the thirty-six false saints of the ancestor Shenhe, the strongest of the entire Qingming Shenhe clan is a thirty-five false saints, and this Blue Mei family is only thirty-five false saints. There are as many as four people, and this doesn't even count as the Emperor Jialou who was swallowed by Yang Fan.
With a turn of his mind, Yang Fan's body moved, directly out of the Yaoguang, and he was thousands of miles away from the top powerhouses of the Blue Mei clan.
"Master." The ancestor of Shenhe respectfully said, and then his figure moved, and he reached behind Yang Fan, condensing all his breath, like an ordinary old servant who can no longer be ordinary.
"What about the Central Sanctuary? No one can survive the death of the people in this seat. Today is the day when your Lanmei clan will be destroyed."
Yang Fan looked coldly at the strong men of the Lanmei clan ahead, with a flat voice, as if announcing a trivial matter.
"Yang Fan, the lord of evil spirits, is not afraid that the wind will flash his tongue." A disdainful voice fell from the sky.
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~"
A terrifying coercion that is ten thousand times stronger than the ancestor of the god crane, rolling in from all directions, instantly enveloped the entire city of charm.
"Pouch~~~"
The space in front of Yang Fan was forcibly torn apart like a curtain.
A man in black came out from it. He looked like he was 27 or 8 years old, but in his eyes, he was filled with time like songs, time like water, very desolate and very old. Endless vicissitudes, thousands of years, are all in it.
A breath of ancient and stalwart coexistence, both poetry and history and myth, constantly erupted from his body.
It's like an ancient god who has crossed the long river from ancient times and revived in modern times.
Just a glance seems to be able to make all souls surrender.
"Half-step holy king, this is a powerful half-step holy king." Shenhe Old Ancestor's complexion slightly condensed, and the black man in front of him is terrifying. He is more than ten thousand times stronger than him. There is no need to do it yourself. It is the whole body aura that can crush him into dregs.
But soon, the complexion of the ancestor Shenhe returned to normal. What if this black man is a half-step saint king, with his invincible master, everything is floating clouds.
Although the black man’s aura is strong, it gives him the feeling that there is still a big gap between the Fourth Supreme Master of the Nine Heavens Temple and the Demon God’s Slaughter Demon God, and the True King of Red Sun and the Slaughter Demon God are their masters. He couldn't even leave the triad, so he was easily suppressed.
What's more, it was more than one hundred years ago, and now more than one hundred years have passed, the master's strength has made a major breakthrough in eight to nine times.
The other half-step saint kings, not to mention a hundred years, even thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years may not be able to make a breakthrough, but this does not include his monster master.
"I don't know if this person can take the master's last move?" Unknowingly, the ancestor of Shenhe climbed into a joking look.
"Patrick (Ivaner, Nobia, Geralt...) see the Great Elder." A group of top-level pseudo-sages of the blue charm clan led by two thirty-six pseudo-sages, They saluted the black-clothed man one after another.
Ten years ago, with the fall of Emperor Jialou and others, the Lanmei clan was aware of it, and then paid some price, and finally learned through secret techniques that Emperor Jialou and others had all fallen to Yang Fanzhi, the lord of evil spirits. In addition, Yang Fan, the master of evil spirits, did not want to let go of them, the Lanmei clan.
After receiving this news, the Lanmei clan immediately contacted the great power behind them, the Nether Palace, hoping that the Lord of the Nether would send his powerful men to protect them.
Otherwise, relying on the strength of their Blue Mei clan alone, it would be impossible for them to be the opponent of the evil spirit master Yang Fan.
Not to mention Yang Fan, the lord of evil spirits, his subordinates alone are not what the Lanmei clan can match.
The various tribes in the Central Sanctuary look down upon the people of other large areas, especially the four areas in the southeast and west, which are regarded as barbarians by them, but if all the barbarians are united, the power is equally terrifying.
Except for the top ten powers, even some of the top clans with half-step saint kings are afraid that they will lose more and win less.
Ordinary top clans also have one or two half-step holy kings, and most of them are in the half-step holy king state.
And a thirty-six false saint, under the blessing of racial background, the power that can be exerted is not much weaker than a half-step saint king.
I thought that the Lord of the Nether was also sending an ordinary Supreme Elder of the Nether Palace. Unexpectedly, it would be the Supreme Supreme—Garfield. In an instant, the hearts of the powerful people of the Blue Mei clan were loose.
The Great Elder Garfield, that is the strongest person in the Nether Palace second only to the Lord of the Nether. Legend has it that as early as 3 billion years ago, he had successfully controlled the Eight Principles of the Holy Kings. Three billion years have passed. Even if the Great Elder Field did not comprehend the ninth law of the Holy King, he should be no different. He would definitely be able to beat Yang Fan, the master of evil spirits, and even directly suppress the master of evil spirits, Yang Fan. The dead people avenged their revenge.
Above the void.
"Yang Fan, this Nether Palace Supreme Elder Garfield, the Blue Mei clan is my Nether Palace affiliated clan, you have time to leave with your people now, otherwise, you don't have to go." Garfield voice Very domineering, but there is a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.
Legend has it that the Nine Heavens Temple and the Demon God’s Palace have suffered a great loss in the hands of Yang Fan, the Lord of the Evil Spirits. Even the True King Red Sun and the Demon God of Slaughter were lost to the Emperor God Mountain. Although Garfield did not believe this rumor very much, no matter it was Red Sun. The true king is still the Demon God of Slaughter, and those are the strongest ones who can securely enter the top 30 in the Central Sanctuary. The strength is so strong that he is even above the second person in the Nether Palace. How can a junior like Yang Fan be able to deal with it? Yes, but not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.
For hundreds of billions of years, many of the strong men of his generation have almost all fallen, and many of the strong men's talents are still above him. Why only he can live to this day, everything is nothing more than two words-caution.
"Garfield, the Lanmei clan dare to be disrespectful to this seat. Today, no one can save them. I think you are not easy to practice. Now you kneel and surrender. This seat will spare you not to die." Yang Fan looked down at Garfield and said indifferently, seemingly able to forgive. His fate was a great honor for Garfield.
"Younger Yang Fan, you are looking for death." The raging anger resembled a billions of volcanoes erupting in Garfield's heart. Since he became a half-step saint king, he has not been insulted so much. Even the lord of the top ten powers dare not dare to be so insulted. So insulted him Garfield.
To deceive people too much, really to deceive people too much, really when he is deadly emperor Garfield won't kill people, right
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Billowing murderous aura, like a terrifying dragon erupting from Garfield's body hair.
In an instant, the huge~large~slice of space was covered by the endless evil spirit, corroding into slag.
The complexion of the top false saints of the Blue Mei clan suddenly changed, and they retreated frantically, fearing that they would be infected with a trace of evil spirits.
That evil spirit is one of the most terrifying evil spirits in the Origin Continent. With just one trace, it can corrode the body of a top false saint. Even the thirty-six false saints can fall into that evil spirit without a moment or three. , Will also be completely corroded.
It wasn't until they quit the land of hundreds of millions of miles, that the strong men of the Lanmei clan relaxed a little, and stopped the body that exploded.
Each of his eyes climbed up with a touch of schadenfreude, "Younger Yang Fan, how dare you provoke the Grand Elder Garfield, today will be your anniversary of death next year."