Fanyin Star, 300,000 light-years away.
"Boom~~~"
The sky is falling apart, and the dragon screams mournfully.
The seventy-two prince Dragon Guards of the two teams did not stay, all of them were blown to death by the big hand, and there was no bones left.
"Hiss.... hit..... It's blown up. Just like that, the seventy-two Prince Longwei was blown up?"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What did I see?"
"How is this possible, how is it possible?"
In all directions, a sage king and strong man was horrified, and many people directly screamed and couldn't believe this scene. This is the famous prince Longwei, although he has never seen two teams of prince Longwei attack at the same time. , But just a team of thirty-six prince Longwei, it can be called a world-shaking ghost, once even directly besieged a six-fold heavenly king, and established a terrible reputation.
The 72nd Prince Longwei exploded with one palm, and this power was far beyond their imagination.
The Saint Prince Zhan Tai Pengfei in the Kowloon Golden Palace was even more stunned. Even the jade cup in his hand fell to the ground without any reaction. No one knew the power of the 72nd Prince Longwei better than him. It was an average top six heaven. Saint King, it is impossible to kill all the prince Longwei so easily.
at this time... ... .
"Om~~~Om~~~Om~~~"
The drops of essence and blood scattered in the void swelled and swelled, and in the blink of an eye, the Prince Longwei, who had just been blasted into dregs, recovered as before.
The saints have the ability to rebirth, let alone the saint king.
Of course, the key is that Yang Fan's men are showing mercy and never really obliterated the sacred soul mark in the drops of essence and blood of Prince Longwei, otherwise, the blood rebirth would be a joke.
A saint, a saint king can rebirth with a drop of blood, nothing more than his holy soul merges into the blood. Once the holy soul is extinguished, the essence and blood is a drop of ordinary blood, at most it contains massive amounts of energy.
Seventy-two prince Longwei, the last time was the triple heavenly sage king, the quadruple heavenly sage king was as many as twelve, and the two captains controlled the nine perfect top five of the 216 sage kings rules. The Great Heavenly King, not too big or small, is also a piece of fat, and there are several laws of the Holy King that Yang Fan has never mastered. It would be a waste to wipe them out with one palm.
Yang Fan was used to hard days, and he considered himself not a wasteful person.
It's too late to say, then it's fast.
"Boom~~~"
One party covered the sky and smashed down again, and grabbed it towards the 72nd Prince Longwei.
"Oh no... ... ."
"Stop it, break it for me!"
With a desperate cry, Prince Longwei, who had just been reborn from a blood drop, was grasped in the palm of his hand. Without the blessing of the Ssangyong slaying gods formation, the overall combat strength of the 72nd Prince Longwei was ten times weaker. More than that, let alone besieging the middle-level Sixth Heavenly Saint King, it is a battle with the low-level Sixth Heavenly Saint King. They are extremely reluctant, and there is no resistance at all, and they are captured in a single net.
Next second...
"Pouch~~~"
The space in front of the Kowloon Golden Palace was distorted, and a young man dressed in black appeared out of thin air.
It is Yang Fan.
"Who is this person? Difficult... Is it possible that he is the mysterious strong man?"
"It was he who suppressed the 72nd Prince Longwei?"
"Gurulu... how is this possible?"
The holy thoughts of the holy kings fluctuated in all directions. Some people thought that Yang Fan was the one who suppressed the prince Longwei, but soon he was denied by other holy kings. What a joke, how big is this junior in front of him, and the breath of life will never exceed 100 Wan Zhiling, even if he started practicing in the womb, it is absolutely impossible for him to have such a power against the sky.
"It should be just the people around the mysterious strong man, or a representative sent by the mysterious strong man."
Void.
"Things like ants dare to attack this seat, who will give you the courage!" Yang Fan looked down at the Kowloon Golden Palace, his eyes seemed to be able to ignore the strict prohibitions of the Kowloon Golden Palace, see through everything, and said indifferently.
"Ah~~~This voice? Really... It's really him."
"Hi... this... what kind of monster is this?"
"Less than... Less than a million-year-old top..... Top Six Heavenly Kings, this... this.... Is this still a human being? ?"
In all directions, countless powerful people took a breath of air, and the voice was the same as the voice they had heard before, and they would never hear it wrong.
"Compared with this monster, our so-called enchanting Tianjiao is simply a joke."
"Even the first enchanting evildoer—the holy prince, is far from it."
"This time, the Zhantai clan is afraid that they have kicked the iron plate." Suddenly, many of the holy kings are frozen in their hearts. Would such a peerless evildoer have no background? Even if they killed them, they would not believe that talent is important in the world of monks, but resources are even more important. Take the holy prince Zhan Tai Pengfei, if he was not the son of the master of Sanskrit, but was born in a small family, don’t say it now. Breaking through the four heavenly holy kings, whether the heart of the holy king can be condensed is a big unknown.
It's not necessarily true that you have to die long ago.
However, although the Zhantai clan is the largest clan of their Sanskrit Star Territory, they control nearly half of the Sanskrit Star Territory, but looking at the entire Guangling River System, it is nothing. It is said that the first and third-rate forces are extremely reluctant.
"Maybe this is our chance."
More holy kings rolled their eyes, wondering what was brewing.
In just hundreds of billions of years, the Zhantai clan has grown from a first-class clan to become the first big clan in their Sanskrit Star Territory.
In the meantime, I don't know how many big families have been offended, the big forces, especially the Star Territory Teleportation Array, is particularly eye-catching.
If any force can control this star field teleportation array, it is almost equivalent to control the lifeblood of the Sanskrit Star Territory.
In the Kowloon Golden Palace.
An unspeakable panic spreads in Zhan Tai Pengfei's heart. As the prince of the Zhan Tai clan, Zhan Tai Pengfei relies not only on talents that are different from ordinary people, but also has a lot of methods and scheming. Otherwise, it would be impossible to secure this position. .
The Lord of Sanskrit has countless harems, and there are tens of thousands of heirs directly.
Although most of them are not climatic, they are not without talents and talents.
What other Saint Kings could think of, how Zhan Tai Pengfei could not think of.
Such monsters and enchanting evildoers, the forces behind them, are definitely not comparable to their little Zhantai clan. It is not impossible for a high-level saint king or even a demigod Tianzun, and it is even possible that there is more than one.
At this moment, Zhan Tai Pengfei really hated the Black Skull Slave Hunting Group. Don't these bastards have eyes? Such a monster can be provoked by your little black skeleton slave hunting group
I'm looking for death by myself, forget it, but I have to send some images over, why are you lonely below, and you want me, the master, to accompany you, right
And you, a monster, are really good enough. Did you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger like this
A peerless evildoer like you, even if you don't ride on a high-level Saint King battleship above Rank 7, you must be equipped with a Rank 6 Saint King battleship no matter what.
With just such a second-tier Saint King battleship, wouldn't you feel ashamed of the forces behind you
at this time... ... .
"Pouch~~~"
The space before the Kowloon Golden Palace was once again forcibly torn apart.
Next second...
A thin old man in a green robe and eagle-eyed face shuttled out of it.
"It's old eagle." Zhan Tai Pengfei's eyes lit up, as if a drowning man grabbed the life-saving straw, and the panic in his heart dissipated a lot.
This green-robed old man is a peerless strong man his father has subdued, a top six heavenly saint king with nine realms, and the undisputed second strongest of their Zhantai clan, second only to the master of his father's Sanskrit, and is deeply loved by him. Trusted by the Lord of Daddy Mantra, this old eagle has been sitting in front of them to watch the Tai clan and shock Xiaoxiao during the period of his breakthrough in the retreat of Daddy Mantra.
"This prince ran into the prince, everything is not the young master of my family, please see from the side of my Zhantai's family, forgive my family's young master this time, you can rest assured, my prince, I will be thankful for my Zhantai's... ... "Old Eagle apologized with a flattering smile on his face.
Stronger than others, he had to bow his head. Such a peerless evildoer could not be provoked by their little Zhantai family.
"Are you subdued? Is this the Zhantai family who has always been domineering?"
"Domineering? Haha... .. It also depends on the people. Can they cultivate such a monster and enchanting force, is they Zhantai's clan can contend?"
"If you are not convinced, are you still waiting for the extermination? What an old fox... What a pity! What a pity."
The sage kings of the Quartet talked a lot. This old eagle would be wise at that time, and he would directly apologize and accept it, hey! It seems that this battle cannot be fought.
"Haha... Look at your Zhantai family's face? What kind of thing are you Zhantai's family, and it is worthy of this seat to give you face!"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Two hundred flowers have passed, and today it is still three watchers. Finally, I weakly ask for a flower and let the flowers go to two hundred and five.