collapse!
True Luozong's four top heavenly veterans completely collapsed, and in their eyes, apart from fear, there was still fear.
There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to run away. If you run away from this monster, it is best not to run into this monster for the rest of your life.
What they saw, one finger, one finger, their brother Chenyang was crushed by life.
You know, Brother Chenyang is the strongest among them. He just gathers the power of the four of them. If you want to besiege him, you will have to spend a lot of effort. If you are not careful, you may be dragged by him. He acted as a pad, but he couldn't hold on for a second in the monster's hands.
That power has definitely reached the real god's supreme state, far from the four of them can match.
In the void.
"Leave all of them to this seat." Yang Fan's voice was cold, as if the aloft gods directly announced the fate of the four top celestial beings.
Next second...
The terrifying mental power comparable to the intermediate true god swept out, and suddenly enveloped the area of tens of thousands of miles.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
In an instant, four dazzling fireworks burst into the void, and the four top celestial lords of Zhenluo Sect directly burned their last brilliance.
Die... Die, the five top heavenly princes of Zhenluzong were wiped out like this
Illusion, such a powerful illusion, fake, everything is fake, I won’t believe it, I won’t believe it...
At this moment, Mengluo Wuzun was even more convinced that he unknowingly learned the other side's way, and had some kind of powerful illusion, otherwise, how could such an absurd scene appear.
The five people of Chenyang Tianzun, no matter how ordinary among the top Tianzuns, they are also the top Tianzuns. They gather the power of the five heavens. Even facing him in his heyday, he can fight a battle. Except for the true gods, almost no one can be so relaxed. Kill them all.
That little guy Yang Fan has the power to match the supreme power of the true god
What a joke, how old he is, even the legendary nine-star evildoer, can't be so abnormal.
In the void.
Yang Fan arbitrarily counted the collections of the five great gods, a group of poor ghosts, and five people together, their possessions may not exceed 3 billion points, and they don't know how the five of them have mixed up over the past 100 years.
Compared to the top heavenly masters of other forces, that is far worse.
Collecting the five-person space treasure in his hand, Yang Fan's figure flashed and returned to Mengluo Wuzun's side.
"Mengluo Wuzun, are you okay?" Yang Fan glanced at Mengluo Wuzun who was still in a daze, and said.
"Illusion, this is still an illusion, Chenyang, you can't confuse this seat..."
"Mengluo Wuzun, what kind of illusion? If you perceive it carefully, you can still sense the aura of those heavenly beings." Yang Fan was speechless. This Mengluo Wuzun's endurance is too bad, how can I say it is the top Wuzun. There are a few strong in the Witch Clan, so how come they can't distinguish between fantasy and reality
"Ok?"
Mengluo Wuzun frowned slightly. Although he is now deeply injured and has no combat power, his power of perception has not been weakened much. With the powerful perception of his top and top Celestial Venerable, no matter how mysterious this illusion is, Can sense the breath of Sisi Chenyang Tianzun.
But now, he didn't sense anything, as if the five of them didn't exist at all.
"Hiss... It's difficult... Is it possible that all of this is... All true? No... Not an illusion, not an illusion... .. "Suddenly, Mengluo Wuzun's mind flashed, and he finally woke up completely, "Gurulu... Weird... Monster, the true God's power of less than 200,000 years old, This... this... this... ”
Suddenly, the vocabulary in Mengluo Wuzun's mind was lacking, and he couldn't find a word to describe it at all. Even the legendary nine-star monster is far from such an abnormal state.
"Huh..."
Taking a deep breath, Mengluo Wuzun suppressed the shock in his heart.
"Xiaojia... Yang... Yang Fan, I... I'm fine..." At this moment, Mengluo Wuzun did not dare to call Yang Fan Xiao Guy, Yang Fan's cultivation base was far inferior to him before, and that was nothing, but now, Yang Fan's strength has surpassed him. If he was still called Yang Fan as before, it would be disrespectful to Yang Fan.
In the world of cultivators, cultivation strength is the key to determining a person's status, age, what is that
If Mengluo Wuzun couldn't even understand this point, his grave head would not know how long his grave was.
"In front of you, I can't be called the Venerable Witch. Just call me Munro." The voice of Witch Venerable Munro is slightly bitter and depressed. He has cultivated hundreds of billions of hardships, but he can't match it. Such a kid who is less than 200,000 years old, is it true that he has cultivated into a dog for hundreds of billions of years.
"Mengluo, I have a dragon god pill here, which should help you a little bit." Yang Fan did not be polite to Mengluo Wuzun. In the world of monks, the strong is respected, and his cultivation strength now far surpasses Meng Luo Venerable Wu, if he still called Monroe Venerable Witch with such a mouthful, it would appear to be a little hypocritical.
Next second...
Yang Fan has a dragon-patterned jade bottle in his hand. The Dragon God Pill, the first-grade Shen Pill Yang Fan obtained from a Dragon God Tomb, is a unique healing medicine for the dragon clan.
"This..." Mengluo Wuzun hesitated slightly, and still took the Dragon God Pill and Yuquan Dragon God Tomb from Yang Fan, and almost consumed all the healing medicine in his hand. The injury, without the aid of the divine pill and holy medicine, alone would not be able to heal without decades of time.
And in the danger-ridden dragon's lair, dragging the body seriously injured is completely looking for death.
He can't always rely on Yang Fan's protection.
Soon, Mengluo Wuzun opened his mouth and swallowed the Dragon God Pill, without any doubt that Yang Fan would do anything in it.
Yang Fan is a member of his tribe, not to mention that his life was saved by Yang Fan. There is no doubt about it. If Yang Fan wanted his old life and said directly, he would never frown.
The god pill is the god pill, not the holy pill, it can be compared to playing a semi-god pill.
Mengluo Wuzun's terrifying injury began to recover almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this rate, it can be restored to its original state within seven days at most.
This is already very scary. You must know that Mengluo Wuzun suffered a serious injury that hurt the origin. Even this way, under the chasing and killing of the five people of Chenyang Tianzun, the injury is worsening, and before, he ignored his body. The load and the forcibly increased speed made him hurt and hurt. Even if he swallowed the top demigod pill, it would not be possible to recover without a year and a half.
But Yang Fan was still a little dissatisfied, he was still anxious to know the news of the tomb of the Great Dragon God in Yuquan.
Next second...
"Boom~~~"
A vast expanse of mana suddenly poured into the body of Mengluo Wuzun, helping him quickly refine the medicinal power of the Dragon God Pill.
"Hi... This power..." Mengluo Wuzun's heart trembled, and the magic power in his body almost ran away. The power that poured into his body was terrifying, compared to what he had seen before. Some first-order low-level true gods are much stronger, Gurulu... He... He still hides, this... Is this really a human being?
"Retract your mind and don't think about it."
Hearing that, Mengluo Wuzun finally reacted, and now is not the time to think about it.
Three hours later.
"Huh..."
Mengluo Wuzun slowly stood up with a breath of foul air. With the help of Yang Fan, Mengluo Wuzun completely refined the Dragon God Pill and healed his injuries.
Next second...
Mengluo Wuzun directly softened his legs and knelt down in front of Yang Fan. He looked at Yang Fan's gaze, filled with gratitude and awe, "Thank you for your life-saving grace. From now on, you are dead, Mengluo will go through fire and water. I'm here to stay!"
If Yang Fan only has the power of the first-order true god, he can barely treat him equally with his strength. However, through Yang Fan's mana input into his body, he deeply realizes that Yang Fan's true combat power is likely to reach the second-order true god. Realm, even among the many second-order true gods, is not a weak person.
He wanted to have an equal dialogue with a second-order true god, but he was a bit close to Mengluo Wuzun.
"Mengluo, what are you doing? If it weren't for you to shoot in time, I wouldn't have fallen into the hands of those four heavenly venerables." Yang Fan waved his hand and a soft force supported Mengluo Wuzun. Although the words were so exaggerated, Mengluo Wuzun really helped him that day.
With the strength of his cultivation base at the time, even if he could suppress the Tianya Tianzun four, he would have to pay a certain price, and even flee from waste. It was not impossible.
Tianya Tianzun was able to seduce Tonglu Tianzun and the other three heavenly venerables to take action, but there is no way to let other heavenly venerables take action.
If there are a few Tianzun shots, he might not be their opponent.
"My lord, you are polite. It is just a small matter. Even without me, my lord, you can easily suppress those aphids..." Mengluo Wuzun dare not take credit. That day, even without him, Yang Fan would be able to do so. The four ants were suppressed, at least, but they couldn't be beaten, and escape was not a big problem, and there was absolutely no danger of their lives.
After a slight pause in his voice, Mengluo Wuzun expressed his doubts, "My lord, where did you go after the last goodbye, why didn't you go to the Hui clan? Masters of the Wizard God, but they all want to see you."
"After leaving Crescent State, I went to Cangyue Palace, and I am now a direct disciple of Cangyue Palace."
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