Tiannan Boundary River, southwestern star field.
The Alliance Army, headed by ten forces such as the Nine Heavens Temple, the Demon God's Palace, and the Shinrikyo Sect, has been besieging the Lingwu Great World for 20 years.
In the past twenty years, both sides have been jealous of each other. Although they have been fighting every day, the half-step Saint King Realm's top powerhouse has rarely taken shots.
"Boom~~~"
Suddenly, there was a wave of ripples in the void 30 light-years away from a large fortress that stretched for hundreds of light-years to the northwest of Lingwu Great World.
next moment... ... .
One person appeared out of thin air. It was a young man dressed in black. He was very young, in his twenties, and his breath was vague and unpredictable. There was a mood of returning to the basics.
The black-clothed youth who suddenly appeared was no one else, but Yang Fan, who had rushed back from Tianhe in the center.
That day, after suppressing a group of half-step saint kings and top saints, although Yang Fan found the traces of those saints, after a moment of thinking, he decided to keep them alive. They were not those half-step saint kings and top saints after all. The Lord had never done anything to him, and he also happened to use them to announce his arrival to the great forces of Tiannan Jiehe.
Of course, the most important thing is that their cultivation is too poor, even if they are swallowed and refined, it will not increase Yang Fan's strength.
After that, Yang Fan rushed to the Lingwu Great World without stopping, and was away from home for 1,400 years, but the longing for his father and mother in his heart was hard to suppress, like the billowing tide, flooding in his heart.
Yang Fan is a Yang Fan who doesn’t want to stay outside for a moment, and is going all the way. The speed is really fast to the extreme, even those thirty-six-six-and-a-half-step saint kings are beyond the reach, and it took nearly 500 years to go back. , It didn't even take three days.
"Ok?"
Seeing the densely packed battle fortresses in front of him, Yang Fan frowned.
In an instant, a holy soul power far beyond the imagination of the thirty-six half-step holy king suddenly transmitted from Yang Fan's sea of knowledge, and enveloped the entire Lingwu world.
Yang Fan only let out a sigh of relief when he realized that his parents were safe and sound and had not suffered any harm.
If the parents have something good or bad, he must regret it all his life. Fortunately, he had arranged the True King Yuanlong and the others back to the Great World of Lingwu early. Otherwise, relying solely on the power of the Holy Palace of Lingwu, it would never have been the offense. The enemy's opponent.
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A wave of icy killing intent erupted in Yang Fan's heart like a billions of volcanoes.
Dragons have inverse scales, and they will die if they touch them.
These forces actually dared to hit his relatives with their ideas, it really deserves death!
dead! Everyone present must die! ! !
at this time... ... .
"Who? I dare to spy on my Shengluo Fortress." A sound like a roar of a demon erupted from the war fortress, boiling over the starry sky.
"Looking for death!" Yang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the killing intent in his heart broke out completely.
"Boom~~~"
A terrifying hand that covered the sky suddenly appeared, and crashed down towards the Shengluo fortress.
"Puffy~~~Puffy~~~Puffy~~~"
Countless spaces, a large number of stars, completely shattered.
"Ah, not good~~~"
"Damn it, how could this happen."
"No, save me, my lord, save us."
A mournful and desperate wailing erupted from the Shengluo Fortress, and a layer of scarlet gold barrier rose up, guarding the surroundings of the Shengluo Fortress.
"Bang~~~"
Zhetian's big hand slammed on the red golden enchantment, and in a thousandth of an instant, the enchantment was like glass, shattered and disintegrated into slag.
"Rumble..."
The big hands continued to crush the sky, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The entire Shengluo Fortress was torn apart, turned into countless rubble, a terrifying energy frenzy, destroying everything, with the Shengluo Fortress as the center, hundreds of light-years of starry sky, chaos, endless space turbulent, rioting, collapsing, The terrifying space vortex seemed to swallow everything.
Within the fortress, all the people below the holy screamer had no time to make a scream, and they uttered it completely. Even those saints only relied on the indestructible power in their bodies to support them for a few more breaths of time.
"Chih~~~ Chih~~~ Chih~~~"
Just after the bursts of Magnificent Purple Qi appeared, they disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if a pair of invisible hands were collecting the Magnificent Purple Qi.
These saints' cultivation bases, Yang Fan looked down upon Yang Fan, but Yang Fan would not let go of the magnificent purple energy in their bodies.
"Ah~~~ not good."
"Half a step from the Saint King Realm's strongest players."
"Southwest Star Territory is requesting support, requesting support."
Suddenly, in the nearby starry sky, the alarm bells of many war fortresses sounded loudly, asking for support constantly.
Although Shengluo Fortress is not the top of all fortresses, it is also a large fortress with a diameter of over a hundred light-years. The Shengluo clan stationed in it is not weak, and there are nine top sages in it. , The other ranks are no less than two thousand, plus the defense of Shengluo Fortress itself, even low-level half-step holy kings can fight.
Being able to blast Shengluo Fortress with one palm so easily, the horror of the strength of the visitors can be seen.
At least it is a high-level low-level half-step holy king, and even an intermediate half-step holy king is not impossible.
Such a top powerhouse is definitely not something they can deal with.
"presumptuous!"
There was a sullen shout.
"Boom~~~"
A magical energy that traverses the sky and the earth descends from the sky, like wolf smoke, rolling around, penetrating the starry sky, and coming out of it is a terrifying demon in black armor. The whole body is devilish and powerful, and even some half-step holy kings must be brave. Trembling, there is an instinctive fear of it.
"Chih~~~ Chih~~~ Chih~~~"
In all directions, the vast~large~ slices of void were corroded by the endless demon energy and turned into a forest of demon realm.
"It's Sen Luo Demon God."
"Hahaha... Good! Good! Good! This beast's death time has come."
"This animal is proud enough to be able to die in the hands of Lord Sun Luo."
In an instant, countless strong people from all directions sneered, looking at Yang Fan as if looking at a dead person.
Senluo Demon God, that is the top powerhouse of Demon God Palace. In the entire Demon God Palace, it can be ranked in the top ten, or even the top five. The terrifying strength is only below a few top half-step holy kings. , Once defeated a twenty-eight half-step saint king, only slightly weaker, and this is not the great world of Lingwu, without the suppression of the power of the world, it is by no means an intermediate half-step saint king can match, even if It is the same with the high-level sacred amulet in his hand. Although the sacred amulet is powerful, the Demon God of Senluo is not a target.
If you can't hit a person, it's no use in the advanced sacred talisman.
at this time... ... .
"Boom~~~"
A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and apart from anything else, he slapped his palm towards the Demon God of Sen Luo.
"Ah, no~~~"
Sen Luo Demon God only had time to erupt with an unwilling wailing, and was suppressed by Yang Fan with a palm of his hand and completely banned.
"Ah~~~ how could this be, how could this be..."
"No, it's not true, it must not be true..."
"How could the Demon God of Sen Luo be defeated? How could it be defeated?"
In the four-party war fortress, countless strong men were dumbfounded, and they couldn't believe all this. Although the half-step sage kings in the Lingwu Great World were powerful, they were nothing more than the power of the sacred talisman. The true cultivation base was nothing. Qiang is also a sixteen half-step holy king, if there is no help of holy talisman, a top half-step holy king can suppress them.
However, what they saw, the mysterious powerhouse just now did not have the power of the sacred talisman at all, and completely suppressed the Demon God Senluo by his own strength.
This power has definitely reached the top half-step Saint King Realm, and it's not even as simple as twenty-eight ways, twenty-nine half-step Saint Kings.
"Ah, Sen Luo~~~" A heart-piercing scream erupted from a war fortress that stretched for thousands of light-years.
next moment... ... .
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The magic light cut through the void and burst towards Yang Fan.
Every magical light is full of magical energy, and it is accumulated through the supreme magical way.
Soon, thirty-six peerless magic repairs appeared in front of Yang Fan, all of them were half-step holy kings, and the three in front were even top half-step holy kings, especially the headed person. The horror of cultivation has already reached After thirty-three half-steps of the holy king state, only one opportunity, will set foot on the thirty-four half-steps of the holy king state.
This person is the king of the Tiannanjiehe Demon Temple.
But at this moment, the demon king's face was pale, his eyes spit fire, like the beast that was completely angered, the throat burst out with cooing sounds, thunderous anger, and grinning teeth. The demon god of Senluo is not only in their demon palace. The strong, at the same time, he is also his big disciple, deeply loved by him.
"Who are you? Why do you want to intervene with me and wait for the Lingwu Sacred Palace?" The king of the demon god was furious, wishing to frustrate Yang Fan, but he didn't do it directly. In his eyes, it was faint A trace of jealousy, he knew the strength of his big disciple more clearly. It was only slightly inferior to the twenty-eight half-step holy kings, and even some thirty half-step holy kings, it was easy to defeat him. But it is absolutely impossible to squeeze it with one blow like the person in front of him.
The strength of the person in front of him is so strong that even if he is not as good as his thirty-three half-step saint king, it is not much worse.
"Hahaha....hahaha...It's so funny...." Yang Fan seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke, haha laughed and said, "You guys are mobilized to attack my Lingwu University. The world, doesn’t it just want to take revenge on this seat? It even asks who is this seat?"