Wushengjie, Wusheng Palace.
Yang Fan kept on devouring the holy medicine divine stone in Refining's hand with all his strength.
The Wu Clan was like a mountain with a height of tens of thousands of meters, which made Yang Fan a little breathless.
Compared with the behemoth of the Wu Clan, he is too weak and too weak at this time. Compared with the humble ant on the ground, he is not much stronger. Don't say the high true god supreme, demigod heavenly supreme, just come here. The top witch king would be able to torture him to death and alive, without even running away.
Time, what he lacks most today is time.
I don't want to regret in the future, I can only seize ~ live all the time and work hard to improve my cultivation strength.
Of course, the result is quite gratifying. In less than three hundred and fifty years, Yang Fan's strength has made a qualitative breakthrough.
At this moment, the power of the flesh shell alone is no less than a six-fold heavenly holy king, and it also controls 158 holy kings. In terms of quantity, the holy kings rule controlled by Yang Fan is no less inferior to a four-fold heavenly holy king. How many kings.
Erupting with full force, Yang Fan's true combat power is definitely no less than a Seventh Heavenly King, and it is even worse.
In just over three hundred years, the combat power went directly from entering the realm of the sixth heavenly holy king to the seventh heavenly holy king. If it spread out, it would have to shake the entire Guangling Boundary River.
Even the goddess of one country, two tribes, three palaces, four sects, the goddess, must scream the monster in exclamation.
The bottleneck of the Seventh Heaven of the Holy King, even for them, the goddess and goddess, is a big problem.
It’s hard to break through this bottleneck if you practice step by step without hundreds of thousands of years or even longer periods of hard work.
The gap between a few hundred thousand years and three hundred years, more than ten light-years, is completely immeasurable.
"With my current strength, even in the Guangling Boundary Island, I can be considered a strong side." Before I know it, Yang Fan has a trace of triumph on his face. It can be compared to the early six thousand years old. The power of the Seventh Heaven Sacred King can be said to be unprecedented, but soon, the triumph on Yang Fan's face disappeared.
Even if his combat power is comparable to the Seventh Heavenly Saint King, what about it, put it among the Witch Clan, that is, a slightly weaker high-level Witch King. With this kind of existence, the entire Witch Clan does not have 10,000, but there is also one. Thousands.
Work hard, he has to keep working hard.
next moment... ... .
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
Gold sacred stones exploded again, and waves of terrifying energy surged towards Yang Fan madly.
Five hundred, a total of five hundred low-grade sacred stones.
Crazy, really crazy.
Even those high-level witch kings who have the power of the Saint King Nine Heavens, if they are not careful, they may be blown up by the violent energy.
However, the monster Yang Fan could bear it.
During the first battle with the Witch King Na Xing, he tried his best to urge Hongmeng Immortal Body. Yang Fan’s Eucharist defense was no less than a six-stripe Daoist. Now Yang Fan’s strength has skyrocketed hundreds of times. Under the blessing of the Hongmeng Indestructible Body, even among the many seven-stripe Dao implements, they can all be called the top.
Although the torrent of energy erupting from the five hundred low-grade sacred stones was terrifying, it was still a little bit worse if one wanted to completely destroy a seven-stripe Dao implement.
Three years later.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
Another five hundred golden sacred stones exploded and turned into a wave of terrifying energy.
After the successful breakthrough of the cultivation base, Yang Fan's swallowing speed also skyrocketed several times. It would take more than ten years to refine the energy of the god stone, but Yang Fan was swallowed up in just three years.
Time is just passing by in Yang Fan's concentrating retreat.
Soon, another three hundred years passed.
The Weeping Blood Continent, thousands of years ago, was just a third-level continent that was only a few hundred light-years away. Compared to some small worlds, it was not much bigger.
However, as far as Yang Fan slaughtered the saints of various races such as the Nine Heavens Temple and the Demon God Palace, a large number of saints' blood baptized the Lingwu Great World, making the Lingwu Great World undergo earth-shaking changes, almost entering the threshold of the top Great World.
Weeping Blood Continent also got a lot of benefits. At that time, several saints fell on the sky above Weeping Blood Continent, and there was even a top saint among them.
Under the pouring of a large amount of saints' blood, the Weeping Blood Continent has directly expanded dozens of times. Today's Weeping Blood Continent is no less than the one in the world.
And the rich aura of the heavens and the earth in it is not comparable to that of the middle world, or some of the top blessed places in the big world, they are all inferior.
Not only that, as the hometown of Supreme Yang Fan, this Weeping Blood Continent has special significance in the entire Lingwu Great World.
In the great world of Lingwu, among the thousands of continents, its status is higher than that of many sub-continents, which can be said to be second only to the continent of Lingwu.
The thousands of alien races that were once the enemies of the human race have long since withdrawn from the stage of history. They are either completely annihilated or reduced to slaves of the human race and driven by the human race.
In just a few thousand years, the strength of the huge Weeping Blood Continent can be said to be the difference between heaven and earth.
Six thousand years ago, the emperor was already the strongest person on the Weeping Blood Continent, and any quasi-sage could crush the Weeping Blood Continent and suppress everything.
But now, let alone the emperor and the quasi-sage, they are the holy masters and semi-sages, and they are all in the minority.
Ordinary third-rate forces often have quasi-sages in charge, and those first-rate ancestors of great powers are all powerful.
As for the real top power, if there is not a semi-saint, you are embarrassed to call your own top power.
Of course, the strongest is the three powers of Saint Extreme Sect, Seven Star Sect and Yang Family.
Although Yang Fan had not paid attention to the Weeping Blood Continent in recent years, the Saint Extreme Sect, Seven Star Sect of the Lingwu Continent, and Yang Family's clan have never severed the connection with the three major forces of Weeping Blood Continent.
Especially in the past two to three thousand years, as the strength of the Saint Extreme Sect, the Seven Star Sect, and the Yang Family has soared, a large number of powerful people have proved to be holy, and the connection between them and the Weeping Blood Continent has become even closer.
For some intermediate and even high-level saints, the distance of a few million light years is nothing at all.
With the strong support of the Saint Extreme Sect, the General Sect of the Seven Star Sect, and the Yang Family, the three major branches of the Weeping Blood Continent are still suppressed by other forces. Then they are really looking for a piece of tofu and hit it to death. The province is ashamed. Conspicuous.
The Saint Extreme Sacred Mountain Range was originally just an ordinary spirit mountain in the Central State of the Weeping Blood Continent. Not to mention the top one hundred, but the top thousand.
But now, it is the undisputed first mountain in Zhongzhou.
The entire Extreme Sacred Mountain Range has been integrated into one high-grade Saint Crystal vein, nine middle-grade Saint Crystal veins, and 99 low-grade Saint Crystal veins by the high-ranking Saint Extreme Sect. The aura is abundant and stronger than the previous Lingwu mountain range. Many times more than that, even in today's Lingwu Great World, it can be regarded as a first-class hole in the world.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A beam of radiant rays continuously cut through the void and shot into the Extreme Sacred Mountain Range.
Or a sacred beast transformed by magic power: blue dragon, vermilion bird, white tiger, unicorn, basalt... ... whizzed past.
One after another, the most powerful aura constantly evaporates from the extremely sacred mountain range, running through the heavens and the earth.
The dense sacred pattern of precious light lingers in all directions.
There are some breaths in it, and the tyrannical one seems to shake the whole world.
In the mountains, the roar of ancient giant elephants and the roar of wild dragons and phoenixes from time to time are breathtaking.
Today's Shengjizong is really not what it used to be, and it is not the same as the day.
Emperor, that is just an ordinary outer disciple, in charge of deacon, at least it must be the master of holy cultivation, all elders, all are consummated and semi-sacred.
Legend has it that there are saints in the Saint Extreme Sect, and even that number is far more than one and two.
This is just a branch, and how powerful the Master Sect of the Saint Extreme Sect of the Lingwu Continent should be, is simply beyond the imagination of other forces.
In the Central Continent of the Weeping Blood Continent, the Saint Extreme Sect is the uncrowned king, and countless human talents are proud to worship the Saint Extreme Sect.
At the foot of Lingsheng Mountain, one of the nine main peaks of the Extreme Sacred Mountain Range.
"Swish~~~wish~~~wish~~~"
From time to time, flying treasures such as flying boats, boats, and chariots fall from the sky.
A powerful man with a terrifying aura came out from it, but mainly young people, most of them are very young, and there are not many people over a hundred years old.
However, each of them is not weak in strength. The most important is the emperor. The best among them have all stepped into the realm of quasi-sages, and there are many real quasi-sages.
At the age of less than a hundred years old, he has such power. If six thousand years ago, everyone was eligible to worship in the Lingwu Sacred Palace, and even the last time they could be mixed with the Sacred Palace, many people, even more. Eligible to compete for the position of the young master.
"Is this the Holy Extreme Sect Extreme Holy Mountain Range?"
"Heh... the rich heaven and earth aura is more than a hundred times stronger than waiting for me to come to the mountain gate."
"It deserves to be the number one sect in Central Continent, far from being comparable to my Chiyan Sect. If I can practice here for a year, I will be able to successfully break through the quasi-sage realm."
The young Tianjiao looked around, one by one, like a country boy who had just entered the city, he breathed in air from time to time and exclaimed again and again.
The elders of the respected teacher who can hear the lead frowned. These boys, even if the Saint Extreme Sect is really better than the Zongmen, there is no need to make such a fuss, shame, it is really embarrassing to be thrown at the grandma's house.
MD, after going back, you must practice these little rascals, so that they don't come out to be embarrassed.
Every hundred years, Shengjizong will gather the top 100 forces in the continent to hold a youth tianjiao exchange meeting.
Today is the day when the Hundred Sects Tianjiao will be held.
In order to show respect for the Saint Extreme Sect, all the forces chose to hike up the mountain.
"Puff..."
Suddenly, the space not far away from the Tianjiao was distorted, and a man and four women came out of it...