Tianwu Shengzi returned home with beautiful clothes and wanted to support the Tianwu clan, become the first overlord of Tiannan Jiehe, and rule the world of Tiannan Jiehe millions of people. Unexpectedly, in just a few thousand years, they Tianwu Holy Palace, his father and mother , All have been completely turned into fly ash, and even their Sky Witch clan has become your most humble slave clan.
And the chief culprit of all this was Yang Fan's child who had shamed him for a lifetime. Under the new hatred and the old hatred, the killing intent of the Heavenly Witch Saint Child seemed to overflow like a billowing tide.
dead! Today, Yang Fan's child must die.
Above the three-story ship, the Heavenly Witch Saint Child spurted blood in his eyes, as if a beast was thoroughly angered, and wanted to eat people.
Wushengjie, Wusheng Palace.
Yang Fan looked horrified and couldn't believe what he saw. Saint Son of the Sky Witch, how could he have forgotten that if he hadn't obtained the treasure map of Saint King Hongyu from him, at this moment, his power plummeted thousands of times. , Not to mention having a battle with the Sixth Heavenly Sage King, it means that he can have the Sage King's Quadruple Heavenly combat power, which is his limit, but it doesn't mean that Yang Fan has taken the Witch Sage Child to his heart that day.
Even when he heard the mysterious disappearance of the Heavenly Witch Saint Child, Yang Fan didn't care too much.
An aphid who is not even a saint ran away. What's so great about it.
Even if he can break through the limits of the Sky Witch clan and enter the top Saint Witch Realm, what about it, it's not just an ant.
However, what he saw now, Saint King, this day the Wu Shengzi actually stepped into the realm of the Saint King.
It’s not even as simple as just proving the saint king, the horror of the breath is more than ten times stronger than the real king of thousands of thunder, the lord of the gods and others under his command. I am afraid that it is the lower holy king of heaven. It may not be its opponent.
What’s even more frightening is that almost none of the hundreds of strong people in his body is weaker than the Lord of the Gods and others. Among them, the outstanding ones are so powerful that they are not even in the double heavens or even the triple heavens. Under the king.
Holy kings, all are holy kings.
This... This... How is this possible
This is not the Guangling Boundary Island. When was Shengwang Zhizun so worthless.
at this time... ... .
The voice of Tianwu Shengzi sounded again, "Yang Fan, child, won't you come out? You are not afraid, if so, obediently abolish your cultivation, and capture it with your hands. This Shengzi kindly said that he can't spare you a dog's life."
"Afraid? It's up to you Saint Son of the Sky Witch? Although I don't know what kind of shit luck you have taken to prove the saint king, but you want to be presumptuous in front of this seat, you are looking for death." Yang Fansen's cold voice, from the great world of Lingwu Floating out, although the Heavenly Witch Saint Child's strength is terrifying, it almost has the power to sweep this star field and tens of thousands of rivers, but Yang Fan is definitely not included.
Saint King Nine Heavens, every Heaven, is the transformation of life level.
Since Yang Fan is now almost equal to the terrifying power of the Sixth Heavenly King, unless the hundreds of holy kings are all above the fourth heavenly holy kings, otherwise, they are just a group of low-level holy kings below the fourth heavenly level, and they simply cannot be. His opponent.
"What? Holy... Holy King?"
"Then... That day the witch saint child was the saint king?"
"This... How is this possible, how is it possible?"
It’s just that these words are heard in the ears of other people, but they are like a bomb of thunder, especially Lingwu Shengzhu and others. It is exactly like seeing a ghost in the daytime, with a face of horror. Others don’t know the witch saint child on this day, they are all I saw it with my own eyes. Six thousand years ago, any one of them could easily kill him.
How long did it take to actually prove the saint king of Dao
Could it be that the Son of Witch is also a heaven-defying monster comparable to Yang Fan
Unknowingly, the hearts of Lingwu Shengzun and others raised their throats.
If it is an old monster who has lived for thousands of trillions of years, by chance, they will become the king of saints, they will not be too worried. As early as thousands of years ago, Yang Fan's combat power was already comparable to that of saints. Wang Zhizun, now thousands of years have passed, his strength is not known and how much he has progressed. It is definitely not comparable to an ordinary holy king, but this day, the witch holy child is different. In just a few thousand years, he can obtain the holy king from a half-holy certificate. The position, that great opportunity is definitely not what they can imagine, whether Yang Fan can beat him, they really have no bottom.
Between breaths.
"Pouch~~~"
The space in front of the three-story ship was torn apart like a curtain.
A group of nine people leaped out of it.
It is Yang Fan and his eight sage kings.
The next battle is definitely not something that the Holy King can intervene.
Even the Eight Real Kings of Wan Lei were reluctant to intervene in this battle.
Among the eight great holy kings, the strongest of the gods is still a long way from the holy king's first heaven, and the other party, not to mention the holy king's first heaven, is the holy king's second heaven, or even the triple heavenly holy king. There are quite a few, with their strength, it is nothing more than to give food.
Let them come, Yang Fan is actually letting them support the scene. How can I say that he is now the master of the world, and there is no one who can hold the scene. It is really a bit of a drop in price.
Yang Fan had never counted on them when he did it. The key to this battle was to rely on himself.
"Holy... holy king, all... all are holy kings... Gululu, I'm not mistaken, right..." Ben believes The countenances of the eight real kings of Wan Lei changed instantly, their eyes were full of horror, and the eyeballs almost fell from their eye sockets.
Before there was a barrier from the protection of the realm, they didn’t feel too much about the coercion of the Heavenly Witch Saint Child and others. In their opinion, those who do not live or die can have a few thirty-six half-step saint kings. Sitting in town is the limit, with their dignified sage kings, anyone can easily suppress them.
Never expected that they would be so terrible.
Not to mention all of them, and even many of them gave them the feeling that they could be completely erased from this world by simply moving their fingers. This was completely a gap in the level of life.
Damn, how could this happen.
Could it be that this seat has just proclaimed the saint king, is about to fall here
Suddenly, the fear that could not be described in words spread in the hearts of the eight real kings of Wan Lei.
No matter how confident Yang Fan was in their master, at this moment, they were completely shaken.
That is a hundred holy kings, among them there are a large number of double heavens and even triple heaven holy kings. This power is really powerful and outrageous, and it is not something human can contend.
"Eight holy kings, Yang Fan child, is this your support?" The Heavenly Witch Saint Child stepped forward and looked down at Yang Fan from a high level. His face was full of sarcasm, the eight ordinary holy kings, he had a double heavenly holy king at random. Can easily suppress them.
"Today, this saint child will let you know what is called power..." The heavenly witch saint child grinned and beckoned to a low-level witch king behind him, "Qingshan, you go up, get me the aphid , Everyone else was killed."
Although I can't wait to thwart Yang Fan, but Heavenly Witch Saint Child has no intention of doing it himself.
Today, he is only able to break through the realm of the Witch King, barely possessing the power of a single heavenly sage king, fighting alone, he is sure to easily suppress any of the eight sage kings, but if he faces eight at the same time, he will lose in the end. It will only be him.
He is here for revenge, not for abuse.
If there are subordinates who don't use it, you have to do it yourself, that's a fool.
"Yes, young master."
The Green Mountain Witch King respectfully replied, and then he stepped forward one step at a time.
"Boom~~~"
In an instant, the whole person grew up in the wind and turned into a terrifying giant that is as high as one million feet.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
The terrifying coercion seemed to overwhelm the entire Tiannan Boundary River, in all directions, large~large~spread stars, bursting directly into those dazzling fireworks.
"Heh~~~ powerful, this power is really too powerful, even if I use all the hole cards, it is far from its enemy."
"It's over, everything is over."
"The sky is not fair, the sky is not fair."
Desperate, the eight people of Real King Wan Lei are full of despair and unwillingness. They have gone through thousands of dangers and finally succeeded in proving the saint king. In the end, they were about to die before they could feel the power of the saint king. Is it more cruel than this
at this time... ...
A cold voice, like those nine days of thunder, suddenly brought a ray of light to their desperate hearts.
"Things like ants, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat, who will give you the courage."
A little high-ranking double heavenly saint king, I really don't know where his self-confidence came from, such an ant, as early as four thousand years ago, he could easily crush.
"Gurulu... Lord, he... Lord, is it possible for him..." Suddenly, an incredible idea flashed in their minds.
It's too late to say, then soon.
"Boom~~~"
With a move of Yang Fan's right hand, he grabbed a claw towards the Green Mountain Witch King.
Although it was just an ordinary scratch, without the slightest mystery at all, it was like an ordinary person who did not understand any cultivation way to scratch at will, but in the eyes of the Qingshan Witch King, it was like the hand of a god, suppressing everything, and grabbing it in an instant. Got all the minds of the Green Mountain Witch King.
"Puff..."
Yang Fan grabbed the Witch King of the Green Mountain in one hand, the stalwart body that was as high as one million feet, at this moment, seemed to suddenly become extremely small.
"Ah~~~ suppressed, the Lord, he really suppressed the holy king, a second kill, completely a second kill!"
"Good! Good! Good! Lord, we have not lost this battle..."