Central Sanctuary, Youyun State, Nether Mountain.
Nether Lord Austin’s eyes flashed with jealousy, and he yelled at Yaoguang, "What is the ability to hide your head and show your tail, Lord of the West-Yang Fan, you dare to come out and see it."
"Boom~~~"
A black light pierced the void, and a black-clothed young man stepped into the air. He looked like twenty or so. He was very young. He walked very slowly, with a kind of leisurely stroll, his eyes were indifferent, as if heaven and earth. , There is nothing that can be taken to heart.
"You're the Lord of the West, Yang Fan?" There was a surprise in the eyes of the Lord of the Nether. Although it is said that Yang Fan, the Lord of the West, was very young, he was the first evildoer in the history of the Tiannan River, less than long live. I have already surpassed many half-step holy kings in my cultivation strength. I thought that the rumors were wrong. How could it be so against the sky for a human race, but when I met Yang Fan, I discovered that the rumors were not exaggerated, on the contrary. It is also said that it is less, this is more than young, it is completely young too much.
Less than long live? Yang Fan is not two thousand years old at all.
His Nether God Eye is one of the ten major God Eyes in the Origin Continent, and it is absolutely impossible to read it wrong.
Monster, what a monster.
"It's this seat." Yang Fan said coldly, looking at Austin, Lord of the Nether with indifferent eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Austin, the Lord of the Nether, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Yang Fan, the Lan Mei family is wrong with my Nether Palace, but now Garfield has also become your person, this That’s it, how?"
After thinking about it again and again, the Lord of Nether decided to be soft. Yang Fan’s strength has no bottom, and he can make the always domineering and invincible Nine Heavens Temple and Demon God’s Palace soft. Yang Fan’s strength is likely to have surpassed his thirteen steps. Saint King, even if this is Nether Mountain, with the help of the convenient location, he can display the power of surpassing the cultivation base, but he still does not have full confidence that he can keep Yang Fan.
Once Yang Fan was allowed to escape, he was afraid that he would have trouble sleeping in the future.
Less than two thousand years old, there is such a power against the sky, I am afraid that it will not take hundreds of years to completely crush their Nether Palace.
"That's it? Haha.... It's good to think about it, but it's a pity that you don't like to leave behind any hidden dangers when you do things. Since your Nether Palace dares to intervene in the affairs of this seat, you have to pay the price. It's still fun to read it. For the sake of this, this seat will give you an opportunity. You and the Nether Palace unconditionally surrender to this seat for your encouragement. That’s all for it.” Yang Fan glanced sarcastically at Austin, the Lord of the Nether, and was offended. He Yang, where is such a cheap thing.
What's more, the Nether Palace has been passed down for hundreds of billions of years, and there are countless treasures in it, and Yang Fan will not give up.
The Blue Mei clan alone made Yang Fan search for tens of thousands of sacred crystals, and there are countless other sacred crystals, not to mention the Nether Palace, which is dozens of times stronger than the Blue Mei clan, and its inner sacred purple qi, no Three hundred thousand channels must be half of it.
"Yang Fan, don't go too far, my Nether Palace is not easy to provoke." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Nether, but in the end it was forced down and said, "Yang Fan, I am willing to compensate you. Dao Hongmeng Ziqi, how has this matter been exposed."
Like Yang Fan and other evil spirits outside of the sky, the most favorite treasure is the magnificent purple air.
"Ten thousand Hongmeng purple qi, do you want to pass the beggar?" A hint of irony flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. It was really petty. Just a Blue Mei clan was more than just such a humiliation and purple qi.
"Well~~~Five thousand grand purple qi, Yang Fan, my Nether Palace really has no intention of being an enemy of you." Nether Lord Austin gritted his teeth, this is almost half of the rich purple qi in their Nether Palace collection. , These superpowers are different from the first-class racial powers such as the Blue Mei clan, they are afraid of the power of the top sacred palaces of the Tiannan Boundary River, and they dare not expand their power to the Tiannan Boundary River at will.
Even the top big clan with a half-step saint king is cautious and dare not make the strong within the clan become holy on a large scale.
There are only one or two half-step saint kings in the average top-level clan. Each half-step saint king is the pillar of the clan and the patron saint of the race. They dare not leave the original continent and enter the Tiannan Boundary River at will, without a half step. The saint king is in control, and the top saints alone are obviously in a weak position against the top powers in the southern boundary of the sky that have a half-step saint king.
The aborigines of the Origin Continent hate outsiders and directly regard them as extraterrestrial evil spirits or even extraterritorial demons. Many racial forces, once they find outside creatures, directly attack the killers and send a large number of powerful men to encircle and suppress them. The forces of the Great Sacred Palace, why not so.
From time to time, the sages who came out of the Origin Continent will be cleaned up. The Tiannan Boundary River has so many resources. If these indigenous peoples of the Origin Continent share a little, they will have to allocate a little less resources.
And without sufficient resources, how can we talk about developing power and improving cultivation.
In the world of monks, resources are always the first.
Without resources, no matter how talented you are, your achievements are limited.
In an average of a few hundred years, there is often a saint from the original continent that has fallen.
The frequency doesn’t seem to be high, but it’s a saint. The Tiannanjiehe River does not know how many light-years there are. There are nearly a million in the world, and there are more than billions of trillions of living beings. However, even the local saints of Tiannanjiehe, the number of saints is not necessarily enough. More than 100 million statues.
That is to say, the top ten super powers, with a large number of half-step holy kings, can from time to time allow the strong to refine the cosmic purple energy and prove the way to be holy.
It is precisely because of this that the Hongmeng Purple Qi stored in the Nether Palace is far less than Yang Fan imagined, worthy of a hundred thousand.
The fifty thousand grand purple qi is almost the limit that the Lord of the Nether can come up with, and the Nether Palace of the Tiannan Boundary River also needs them to pump some fresh blood from time to time.
"Fifty thousand Hongmeng Purple Qi? Not enough! Hand over all the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and then the Lord of the Nether will remain a slave under this seat for another billion years, and this seat will not embarrass your Nether Palace."
"Younger Yang Fan, you are deceiving too much." A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Nether, and it broke out completely. He could see it. The young Yang Fan didn't mean to let their Nether Palace at all. This condition seemed to be regressed. It's a step, but it's no different from before.
Let him be a slave for billions of years, this Yang Fan child can really say it.
Really, their Nether Palace is the lamb to be slaughtered, can it be slaughtered by him
"Younger Yang Fan, you will pay the price for your words." The Nether Lord Austin's voice is extremely cold, making people shudder, "The Nether Great Formation, the six reincarnations are coming out."
"Boom~~~"
The sky shook, six mysterious black holes appeared in the sky above Nether Lord Austin, and endless nether air burst out from it, covering the whole body of Nether Lord Austin.
In an instant, the aura of Nether Lord Austin's whole body climbed crazily at a terrifying speed, exploding exponentially.
At this moment, he is like the reincarnation master who rules the six reincarnations, controlling the life and death reincarnation of billions of creatures.
"Younger Yang Fan, take it to death, six reincarnation punches."
"Boom~~~"
Asura, humanity, heaven, hell, hungry ghosts, and beasts, the power of the six reincarnations is suddenly blessed on his right fist.
This punch is like the crushing of the entire reincarnation world, and the power contained in it is extremely terrifying.
Even the fifteen half-step Saint King will be hit hard by him, or even blown up.
"Master, be careful..." Garfield's expression changed in an instant, the Nether Grand Formation, that is their Nether Palace Town Palace God Formation, which simulates the power of the legendary six reincarnations, under the blessing of the Nether Grand Formation, The power of Nether Lord Austin has more than soared ten times, a hundred times. Although Yang Fan's strength is against the sky, whether he may be able to stop the Nether Lord Austin at this moment, he really has no bottom.
It's not that he is really worried about Yang Fan's life and death, but that his life and death have already been linked with Yang Fan. Once Yang Fan falls, he will also die of the Holy Soul.
"Six Paths of Reincarnation? See how this seat will explode your reincarnation world."
Yang Fan dismissed it with a smile, not to mention that he was just simulating the power of the six reincarnations, even if the six reincarnations really came into the world, he was fearless.
"Boom~~~"
With a move of his right arm, a punch is blasted out, and the front is slammed hard, fighting against each other.
"Bang~~~"
The horrible energy frenzy seems to be about to blow everything up.
"Ah, it's not good..." Garfield and the white-robed saint king of the Nether Palace changed their expressions and hurriedly used the technique of fainting to escape from other places.
The energy frenzy was so terrifying that even the two eight-step and half-step Saint Kings couldn't bear it.
It seems that as long as it takes a long breath, it will be completely disintegrated and become a powder.
Less than a breath.
"Ah, how could it be..." Austin the Lord of the Nether burst into an unbelievable roar, and the corners of his mouth kept coughing up blood.
Yang Fan's strong fist not only blasted his six worlds of reincarnation, but also shattered their Nether Palace's Zhen Palace Great Array in one fell swoop.
That was the peerless divine formation laid down by the Lord of the Nether Palace of the first generation of the Netherworld. Even the seventeen half-step saint kings could hardly explode the entire formation with one blow.
"Damn it, is this Yang Fan child's power surpassing the Seventeen Half-Step Saint King?"
"Beat...Blow up, the Nether Array would be blew up like that..... Change.... Metamorphosis.... "Garfield also Dumbfounded, he looked at the dilapidated Nether Mountain incredibly.
But soon, a trace of excitement surged in Garfield's heart. Today, his life is completely tied to Yang Fan.
The stronger Yang Fan's strength is, the safer he will be as a slave in the future.
Void.
Yang Fan condescendingly looked down at Austin, the Lord of the Nether. "Austin, I would like to ask you one last sentence, will your Nether Palace descend or not?"
"Younger Yang Fan, you want this seat to surrender, you are still one hundred thousand years old..." Nether Lord Austin stared at Yang Fan fiercely, like the enraged beast, his eyes flashed across his eyes. Crazy, "Today, you will only die..."
"Huh?" Garfield seemed to think of something, his expression suddenly changed, "No, he wants to... Lord, quickly, kill Austin..."