In a flash, thirty thousand years have passed.
Wu Shengfeng, the peak hall.
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, a bright golden light cut through the void and shattered everything.
The space in all directions, large ~ large ~ slices, is directly broken into slag.
Cruel! It's really cruel.
The space in Cangyue State was hundreds of times stronger than that of Xiazhou like Yueya State.
Even the general triple heavenly deity, it is difficult to tear the space.
At this moment, if there is a monk in front of him, even some Six Heavenly Venerables, will be ruthlessly pierced through the body and crushed the holy soul.
Thirty thousand years later, Yang Fan finally completely refined the nearly 240 billion Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand.
A qualitative leap in strength.
At this time, like Tianya Tianzun and his ilk, Yang Fan could wipe out thousands of people with his fingers casually.
The horror of the power of the flesh shell, even if it is not as good as some Nine Heavens Heavenly Sovereigns, is not much worse.
Once all the cards are used and the combat power is fully deployed, although there is no complete certainty that he can beat a top witch such as Mengluo Wuzun, it is not easy for Mengluo Wuzun to kill him.
Having swallowed nearly two hundred and forty billion Hongmeng Purple Qi, Yang Fan’s Eucharist has reached a terrifying state, which is almost equal to the top semi-sacred artifact. With the blessing of the Hongmeng Immortal Body, it is chasing the real artifact. Out, it is already difficult for anyone to truly threaten his life.
From now on, Yang Fan has successfully squeezed into the top powerhouse on this powerful island in Guangling.
"Huh..."
Breathing out a suffocating breath, Yang Fan slowly stood up.
"Boom..."
A touch of blue light cut through the void, and Cang Yuezhu suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's hands.
"I don't know if the remaining Hongmeng Purple Qi has been collected?" As he spoke, Yang Fan's mental energy was plunged into Cang Yuezhu.
But soon, there was a strange look on Yang Fan's face. It was not that the collection task was not completed. On the contrary, he had successfully collected 792 billion Hongmeng Purple Qi before he had been in retreat for less than a month.
"It seems that my price is too high." Yang Fan is not a fool. He quickly understood the key point. In less than a month, he had gathered so many cosmic purple energy. Obviously, he was here. On Guangling Jiedao, the easy access to Hongmeng Purple Qi was far beyond his imagination.
"Forget it, it's not just a waste of points, it's good to be able to collect enough Hongmeng Ziqi." Points, such things, are used to spend, and with his ability, it is not easy to earn points. Not to mention those quests, just to break through the ** war tower, you can easily earn massive points.
Today, if he is willing, not to mention the first 20 floors of the battle tower, even the 22nd and 23rd floors of the battle tower, it is not impossible.
"Boom~~~"
As soon as his thoughts turned, Yang Fan extracted the 792 billion Hongmeng Purple Qi.
However, Yang Fan did not continue to retreat. He has been away from home for almost 36,000 years. The longing for his father and mother and them is as if the torrential river floods, and he has kept his father and mother and them in the Tiannan Jiehe. He always has it in his heart. Then a trace of worry.
Anyway, he now has a small accomplishment in his cultivation, almost comparable to the top heavenly master, and it's not too short of time.
Take the parents back from the martial sage world, practice in retreat, swallow the remaining grandiose purple energy, and let your grandiose immortal body step into the realm of great perfection in one fell swoop.
Today is different from the past. It does not take thousands of years to return to the Tiannan Boundary River, but at most decades.
Just before leaving, do you want to continue breaking down that Cangyue Battle Tower
There was a hesitation in Yang Fan's eyes, but forget it, now he is not in a hurry to need points.
If he really exposed his true combat power, maybe True God Cang Yue would have any thoughts.
In just 30,000 years, he has gone from a low-level second-tier Heavenly Sovereign to a top powerhouse that can rival the top-level Heavenly Sovereign. This progress is far less than the legendary nine-star evil spirits.
The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart. For some things, it is better not to gamble.
Everything will be said after one's own omnipotent body is truly Dzogchen.
At that time, even if True God Cang Yue really had any bad ideas, he wouldn't have the slightest power to resist.
The Cang Yue Battle Tower was placed there, and it wouldn't run away.
Soon, Yang Fan began to search for various treasures in the Cang Yuezhu.
After spending eight thousand points, Yang Fan still had 4,622 points left in his hands.
I haven't returned home for tens of thousands of years, and I always have to bring back something for my family and for my subordinates.
Moreover, Yang Fanke is also preparing to establish a Star Teleportation Array in the Martial Saint Realm, allowing them to contact the Luohe Star Region with other star regions in the Guangling River System, and even Guangling Boundary Island.
After a stick of incense time.
Yang Fan spent 100 points to redeem the materials needed for the formation. These materials are enough to open three hundred and sixty one-way teleportation formations. In a short time, it is enough to think about.
As for the people who set up the formation, it is simple. Among the thousands of Saint Kings under his hand, there are a few of the formation masters. It is not a problem to arrange a star field teleportation formation.
Of the remaining 4,522 points, half of them were exchanged by Yang Fan for secret techniques.
Among them, there are twelve sacred tactics, eight middle-grade sacred tactics, which can be cultivated to the seventh heaven of the holy king, and four high-grade sacred tactics, which can be cultivated to the realm of the ninth heaven of the holy king, with thirty-two secret skills and the most yellow-level secret skills , There are 18 books, mystery level secret skills, eight books, and four earth level secret skills, and they are all general secret skills. They don't need any special physique to be able to practice.
The background of their Tiannan Jiehe is almost a bit short. His subordinates, the Saint Queen of Proving Dao, don't have any good techniques at all, and they are almost relying on resources.
Not only was it wasted, but the final combat power was far inferior to the Saint King.
The last two thousand points were exchanged by Yang Fan for various holy medicines, holy pills, among which the holy medicines for enhancing bloodline talent were the main ones.
Whether it is his parents, relatives and friends, or all of his subordinates, their talents are a little worse, and it can even be said to be mediocre. Even the most talented King Wan Lei under his command, the Lord of the Gods and others, are placed in Cang Yue Palace. In the middle, that is an ordinary disciple who can't be in the ordinary outer sect, even a star Tianjiao is far inferior.
If there are no adventures, and practice to the limit, you will be an intermediate holy king.
A quarter of an hour later.
Yang Fan summoned his thirteen supervisors and asked about the situation over the past 30,000 years.
Over the past 30,000 years, under the management of your supervisors, Wu Shengfeng's development can be said to be orderly, life is within Yang Fan's thoughts, and almost no one dares to think carefully.
For 30,000 years, a large amount of resources have been exploited. Of course, the most important thing is the harvest of the sacred stones. There are a total of 300 intermediate sacred stones, 300 billion low-level sacred stones, and a few casual cultivators.
This is the benefit of relying on big forces.
Three hundred intermediate sacred stones, Yang Fan didn’t keep one of them, and put them away. They were just used to drive the puppet war beast. Although he has no use for this puppet war beast, it was used to defend his parents and the others. Not bad.
Three hundred billion low-level sacred stones, Yang Fan took 250 billion, and the remaining 50 billion low-level sacred stones were rewarded by Yang Fan. Yang Fan was never stingy with his people.
In an instant, the entire Wu Shengfeng was plunged into a sea of joy.
The grievances caused by the restraint of the Holy Soul planted by Yang Fan seemed to dissipate a lot at once.
It doesn't seem to be a bad thing to follow such a generous master.
That is a full 50 billion low-level sacred stones, as are all the belongings of many top sacred kings.
Even if more than 8,000 people came to divide, the outer sects with the lowest cultivation base were also allocated tens of thousands of low-level sacred stones.
Even if the outer sect disciples of Cang Yue Palace were worth much higher than the other low-level saint kings of the small forces, and tens of thousands of low-level sacred stones, they almost doubled their worth.
This is only 30,000 years, which is only 30,000 years. Sometimes, when they close a small gate, it is far more than this time.
Three days later.
Surrounded by a group of subordinates, Yang Fan came to the teleportation hall.
The center of Cangyue Palace.
"Huh? The little guy is out of the gate, and he's actually in the teleportation hall. Is this leaving Cang Yue Palace?" A entanglement flashed in the eyes of True God Cang Yue, "Does this seat stop or not?"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The second one is here, continue with the code word, I hope it can be done before twelve o'clock.