Hei Ming Tianzun understands that a superior five-star Tianjiao is not something he can easily assassinate, especially after he failed his first assassination and started to provoke a snake. He pondered slightly, and Hei Ming Tianzun made a very decisive report. It was given to his immediate boss-the true god of Mingluo.
This is a powerful low-level true god. Among all the low-level true gods of the Underworld Clan, it can be said to be firmly in the top ten, which is just a step away from the middle-level true god.
After receiving the report from Hei Ming Tianzun, True God Mingluo immediately took it seriously. Any five-star Tianjiao was a great danger to their Mingshen clan.
As long as there is a slight possibility of stifling, you can't give up easily. When necessary, he, the true god supreme, can personally take action.
What's more, assassinating a five-star Tianjiao, there are many rewards.
Even a low-level true god like him has a lot of help.
Xixi in the world is all for profit, and there is not enough interest. These true gods of the underworld family, Tianzun, are so keen to assassinate the Cangyue Palace Tianjiao. Assassination is risky. If you are not careful, you may give yourself to Folded in, the Dark Fire Heaven General is a good example.
Cangyue Palace, Wu Shengfeng.
Yang Fan didn't even know that he had been targeted by a true god supreme.
He even laid a net of heaven and earth for him, as soon as he leaves Cangyue State, he will be completely killed with the momentum of thunder.
Of course, even if he knew it, Yang Fan wouldn't care too much. When his immortal body breaks through the realm of great perfection, it is not certain who is whose goal.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The endless source of Hongmeng force flows continuously into Yang Fan's body through the pore cells of Yang Fan's body, strengthening Yang Fan's fleshy shell, making Yang Fan's whole body vigorous and rising steadily.
Time is like running water, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed.
Yang Fan's Hongmeng Purple Qi directly lost nearly 100 billion.
And the result is that Yang Fan's Hongmeng Immortal Body has directly reached a big step. If it was in the middle of Dacheng before, now it is steadily stepping into the realm of the late Dacheng.
With the power of the flesh and shell alone, Yang Fan has the confidence to fight the Nine Heavens Celestial Venerable. Once the cards are exhausted and the combat power is fully deployed, it is the top Celestial Venerable combat power, or the stronger existence among the top Celestial Venerables.
Soon, another 30,000 years passed.
Wu Shengfeng, outside the peak hall.
I don't know when, there is a fiery red figure.
"It's been forty thousand years, why hasn't the eldest brother been out yet... eldest brother is also true, he didn't even let people leave Wu Shengfeng..."
Yang Sifan has a character that can’t be idle. For 40,000 years, Wu Shengfeng has made her money all over the world. She wants to leave Wu Shengfeng to see other places in Cangyue Palace, and even visit the entire Cangyue prefecture. Unfortunately, Yang Fan didn't give her this opportunity at all. Before the retreat, he strictly ordered the slaves to block Wu Shengfeng, and no one was allowed to go down the mountain, especially the younger sister, who was given special care by Yang Fan.
This is also for her safety. She left Cangyue Palace at first and did it at will. Few people knew about it. However, Heavenly Venerable Underworld Fire could easily find his whereabouts. Yang Fan would not naively think that all of this is coincidence.
In Cangyue Palace, there must be a spy from the Underworld Clan.
Just the little sister's shallow cultivation base, Cang Yue Palace can suppress it by a random disciple from the outer sect.
Even if there is a war slave guard around, it is still not safe, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, the little girl really needs to be good or bad, what face does he have to face his parents.
Seventy thousand years later.
In Yang Fan's hand, the Hongmeng Purple Qi has been refined nearly 700 billion Dao, including the nearly 240 billion Hongmeng Purple Qi refined before, the distance to the Hongmeng Indestructible Body is complete, and it is already close at hand.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Before you know it, a horrible purple ~ Demon God phantom appeared behind Yang Fan, the breath of the king over the world, and I alone dominate.
It seems that all the spirits in the world are under his control. With a glance, the common people will surrender, and all spirits will worship.
The horror of the breath is appalling.
"Chih~~~ Chih~~~ Chih~~~"
In all directions, the space is large~large~slice, unable to withstand the violent coercion, extremely distorted and cracked.
terrible! At this moment, the Nine Heavens Heavenly Sovereign, who dared to step into the hall for half a step, would be crushed to the ground in an instant, bowing to the court.
Vaguely, it seems that there is already a bit of a true god's demeanor.
Fortunately, although True God Cang Yue paid attention to Yang Fan, he never peeped at Yang Fan's cultivation, otherwise he would have to jump up and down.
True God Cang Yue has his own bottom line, what can be done and what can not be done, he is very clear in his heart, peeping into a person's cultivation, that is a taboo among monks.
Once Yang Fan noticed, everything before that was okay, if you didn't say anything, you might have to fight back immediately.
This is definitely not what True God Cang Yue would like to see.
If you want to go down the mountain, wait until he leaves the customs.
Hades, the black city of Hades.
Hei Ming Tianzun sat high on the throne, his brows frowned slightly, "It's been 70,000 years, that Yang Fan child actually didn't mean to leave Cang Yue Palace at all, and even that Wu Shengfeng has never taken a step. It's hard to be the last time. Underworld fire's assassination, really scared him?"
But this young Yang Fan, without leaving Cangyue Palace, how would he ask the true god Mingluo for credit, and how would they complete the assassination
As for directly rushing to Wu Shengfeng, that didn't even have to think about it.
It was to send all the spies of their Mingshen clan in Cangyue Palace, for fear that they would all be useless.
A five-star Tianjiao like this has always been the focus of attention by the major forces, and it may not be possible that there is a true god who always pays attention to it.
Moreover, to be honest, he, a top-level heavenly sovereign, couldn't mobilize all the spies in Cangyue Palace~.
Don't talk about him anymore, even his master, True God Mingluo, doesn't have that qualification.
The entire underworld clan, except for the underworld master, also a few ancient middle-level true gods have that qualification.
Soon, another five thousand years passed.
Cangyue Palace, Wu Shengfeng.
Yang Sifan came to the peak hall again, looking at the still closed door of the hall, a touch of disappointment appeared in his beautiful eyes.
This is the three thousand and six hundredth time she has come here, and since she has visited all the worlds of Wu Shengfeng, she will come here almost every few decades, but it is a pity that she is waiting for her again and again.
Smelly big brother, bad big brother, I knew it earlier, it's better to stay in the martial arts world. "Yang Sifan muttered a little mouth, here, for a person like her, she is completely in jail, and at most, the whole cell is a little bigger.
It's not that she hasn't tried to sneak out, but with her shallow cultivation base, how can she hide the magic of the slave.
Even after tens of thousands of years of cultivation, she has successfully condensed the heart of the saint king, and even entered the realm of the saint king's four heavens in one fell swoop, but in the eyes of the war slave who was the senior saint king the last time, she was still just an ant.
What's more, the eight great Tianzun war slaves have a Tianzun who sits on Wu Shengfeng every 100 years and monitors the wind and grass of Wu Shengfeng around the clock.
"Sisi, don't blame your cousin, cousin is also for your good." A red light flashed, and Luo Jiahui, who appeared like a flame elf in a red dress, appeared in front of Yang Sifan.
"Yeah, Sisi, the Lord is also for your own good." This is You Nuo, dressed in black gauze, like a dark fairy, "Sisi, I can't say that the Lord will have already left the customs next time you come."
"Huh... When the eldest brother leaves the customs, I must make him compensate me well."
In the blink of an eye, another five hundred years passed.
"Boom~~~"
The grand and purple qi in the hall at the top of the peak had been thinned to the extreme.
This is the ten thousand cosmic cosmic qi, the last one hundred million cosmic qi.
Three days later.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
Suddenly, Yang Fan's body shook, and his whole body's momentum rose like a landslide and tsunami, ten times, a hundred times more crazy, and the shadow of the demon god behind him rose infinitely, seemingly endless.
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The person who poured three glasses can not afford to hurt. After drinking some red wine, the whole person feels dizzy. I don't know if today's task can be done. Finally, I weakly ask for flowers and flowers. Don’t be stingy with the flowers in your hands.