Shenhuo State, Shenhuo Palace.
Huo Yuan Wu Zun looked dazed, completely unaware of what Munro Wu Zun was talking about.
Isn't this old Mengluo not awake? Why is there no one who is less than a hundred thousand-year-old Venerable Wu.
"Old Huoyuan ghost, at this time, you still want to hide and tuck, but it's not interesting enough." Mengluo Wuzun frowned slightly, his voice faintly unpleasant, really, he was already. I have seen it with my own eyes. This old fire source ghost wants to conceal it. This is totally not treating him as a brother.
"Old ghost Mengluo, I really don't know what you are talking about. My five tribes of the Wu Clan are like a family. If my God Fire tribe really has such a peerless evildoer, will I not tell you?" Huo Yuan Wu Zun was a little depressed. He glanced at Mengluo Wu Zun, their Wu Clan is different from other forces that are in intrigue and intrigue. The five tribes have always been close, but there is nothing wrong with them.
"Furthermore, the power of Wuzun who is less than one hundred thousand years old, such monsters really exist? Old ghost Mengluo, are you sure that you have missed it?" Don't say Wuzun who is less than one hundred thousand years old, it is millions. Sui Wu Zun, he had not seen one in so many years, even the first wizard god of their Witch Clan, Jinyuan Witch God, was five million years old and barely had the power of Wu Zun.
"Huoyuan old ghost, this seat is not old and dim. The little guy is definitely less than 100,000 years old, even younger, and probably less than 50,000 years old..." At the end, Mengluo Wuzun still Some did not give up and said, "Old Huoyuan ghost, you are thinking about it, your Shenhuo tribe really does not have a monster named Yang Fan..."
This is their hope for the Wu Clan to surpass the Daxia Royal Clan.
"No, there is absolutely no such person. If my Shenhuo tribe really has such monsters and evildoers, wouldn't this seat know it." Huo Yuan Wu Venerable said very positively, "I heard that a four-star Tianjiao named Yang Fan appeared in Cang Yue Palace. , As soon as I entered Cangyue Palace, I passed the sixth floor of Cangyue Battle Tower..."
Among the ten powers, there are spies to each other. Not only the Wu Clan, but the eight powers including the Great Xia Clan and the Underworld Clan, they all know the news that Cangyue Palace has added two top four-star Tianjiaos.
The top four-star Tianjiao, who is expected to hit the position of true god in the future, is still qualified to attract the attention of the top leaders of the major forces.
"It's impossible to be him, it should be just the same name." Mengluo Wuzun shook his head and said in denial, "That little guy has pure blood of the Wu clan in his body, and this seat will never be wrong..."
Not to mention the unequal combat power, a low-level witch can at least pass the twelfth floor of the Cang Yue Battle Tower. It is the pure blood of the witch clan that Cang Yue Palace cannot accept him.
Yang Fan's name is really too popular. In the Guangling Boundary Island, there is no one named Yang Fan, but there are also tens of millions.
"Maybe this son is not from my Guangling Jiedao, maybe from another star region." Although Guangling Jiedao is a great skill of the witch clan, other star regions in the Guangling River system are not without witch clan. Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many witches there are. The strong clan left the Guangling Boundary Island and traveled around the four star regions. Many strong witch clan left behind the blood of the witch clan in the major star regions.
Among them, from time to time there is the return of Tianjiao from Outland to recognize the ancestor and return to the clan.
It can't be said that Yang Fan is like that.
"Outland Tianjiao? Is this possible?" Huoyuan Wuzun's eyes are full of suspicion. Their witch race is different from the human race and pays more attention to their own blood. After countless generations of reproduction, the Outland Tianjiao does not resemble a clan, with a blood pool of the witch race. To ensure the purity of the bloodline, one generation is often inferior to one generation, and even if a genius can occasionally appear, the talent potential is limited.
So far, in the Outland Tianjiao, not to mention the power of the Witch Venerable who is less than 100,000 years old, that is, the number of people who can have the power of the Witch Venerable before 100 million years old.
"There are exceptions to everything. Yang Fan's talent is what I have seen with my own eyes. There will be no mistake... No, I must find this son as soon as possible. This is the key to my witch dominating the Guangling Island. , If other forces, especially the Daxia royal family, get news from him, it would be bad..."
Although he gave Yang Fan a lot of life-saving treasures, as long as it is not done by the True God Supreme himself, it is basically safe and worry-free, but he is afraid that other forces will send the True God Supreme to deal with Yang Fan. A powerful Wuzun who is less than 100,000 years old is enough. Let Daxia imperial family pay any price, even if it is to sacrifice a few true gods for this, they will not hesitate.
"No, you must be notified of this matter." Soon, a decision flashed in the eyes of Mengluo Wuzun. If there really is a true God Supreme, he is only a gift of food.
"Old ghost Mengluo, are you serious?" Huoyuan Wuzun is still a little unbelievable, such monster enchanting, I am afraid that the entire Emma realm can't find a few, how could it appear in them Guangling River System.
In the Ten Thousand River System of the Emma Realm, their Guangling Realm can only be regarded as ordinary, and it is difficult for even a thousand strong.
"Old Ghost Huoyuan, how dare I say nonsense about this kind of thing, I can swear in the name of the ancestor, and there is absolutely no falsehood in what I said."
"I... I really have such a monster enchantment in my Wu Clan?" At this moment, Huo Yuan Wu Zun finally completely believed that his old friend was not joking, and the ancestor god was the belief of their Wu Clan. The supreme existence in their hearts, swearing in the name of the ancestor god, this is the highest oath of their witch clan, and it will never be false.
Next second...
Huo Yuan Wu Zun stood up and said, "Old Mengluo, why are you still in a daze, don't let me go to see Lord Wizard..."
Soon, all the witch gods of the witch clan were alarmed.
A god of shamans left the clan land one after another and went to Guangling Jiedao. Even if they dig three feet of land and turn over the entire Guangling Jiedao, they will find that Yang Fan.
This is the hope of their witches, the key for them to surpass the Daxia imperial family and even stand on the top of the Emma realm. There is nothing to lose.
Of course, it was limited to the witch gods. Except for the Huoyuan Wuzun and the Mengluo Wuzun, none of those witches knew about the existence of Yang Fan.
Although their witches are far more united than other forces, there are some things that you have to guard against. The more people you know, the more likely Yang Fan will be exposed. He might have missed his mouth when he knows, not to mention there is a soul search secret. The demigod Tianzun could not stop the soul search of the true god.
Cangyue Palace, Wu Shengfeng, the top of the peak.
Yang Fan didn't even know that he had already shaken the upper level of the Witch Clan, the Supreme Witch God, looking for his whereabouts all over the world.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A series of Hongmeng Purple Qi was quickly absorbed and refined by Yang Fan, and Yang Fan's power was steadily rising at a terrifying speed.
Time flies, and soon thirty years have passed.
In the main hall, one hundred million Hongmeng Purple Qi did not remain, and it was all swallowed and refined by Yang Fan.
Next second...
"Boom..."
A purple light flashed, and another hundred million Hongmeng purple qi appeared in the hall.
One hundred million Hongmeng purple gas... 300 million Hongmeng purple gas... 1 billion Hongmeng purple gas... 3 billion Hongmeng purple gas... 10 billion Hongmeng purple gas ... ...
Soon, 20,000 years have passed.
Yang Fan's Hongmeng Purple Qi has lost hundreds of billions of energy.
The result is that Yang Fan’s power has skyrocketed ten thousand times. At this moment, the horror of Yang Fan’s flesh-shell power has far surpassed the scope of the low-level Celestial Venerable. With the flesh-shell power alone, Yang Fan has the confidence to be like Kaiqi Celestial Venerable. The six-fold Heavenly Sovereign fights, once the cards are exhausted, the nine-fold Heavenly Sovereign is hard to say, but the general eight-fold Heavenly Sovereign, who wins and loses, is afraid that it will have to fight again.
In just 20,000 years, there has been such a big improvement. To say this, I am afraid that all the strong in Guangling Jiedao must be frightened.
It is a pity that the various trump cards that Mengluo Wuzun bestowed on him, in addition to the three most treasures, including the puppet war beast whose ultimate combat power is comparable to the quasi-seventh heaven heavenly sovereign, were all tasteless.
Hey, sometimes, the strength improvement is too fast, which is also a kind of distress.
Fortunately, no one knew what Yang Fan was thinking, otherwise, it would have to arouse public outrage.
Paralyzed, this kid is totally ignorant of happiness in the blessing. If this is replaced by them, he will wake up with a smile even when he sleeps.
Thinking of them, one by one wants to be diligent, which one is not a million years, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of millions of years.
"Huh..."
With a breath of foul air, Yang Fan did not directly go out of the pass, but continued to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hands. If he didn't completely refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hands, he would not be able to go out of the pass.
The strength of the cultivation base has skyrocketed, and Yang Fan's swallowing speed has also risen in a straight line.
One hundred million Hongmeng purple gas... .. One billion Hongmeng purple gas... 10 billion Hongmeng purple gas... 100 billion Hongmeng purple gas...
There is no Jiazi in the mountain, and it has been a thousand years in the blink of an eye. Soon, ten thousand years have passed.
"Rumble..."
Yang Fan's closed eyes slowly opened, the light was shining, as if a god pierced through the netherworld.
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