Nine-color dragon god, the second floor of Longxue.
The top of the Shenlong Tower, in the mysterious space.
For the first time, Shenlong Tower Qi Ling had a bit of complaint against his owner, the Nine-Colored Dragon God. Half a step into the Holy King Realm, he successfully controlled the 430 laws. The potential is far beyond his Lord himself. In the future, as long as Not falling, surpassing the true gods, and proving the realm gods are all things that are tenable.
It is definitely the best heir to his master, and it is good now, because the rules set by his master before make everything impossible.
Half-step Saint King, challenging the top heavenly sovereign, that is simply impossible.
What's more, he has passed twelve levels in a row, and finally defeated 2,048 top celestials.
Master, master, this time, you not only cheated yourself, but also cheated me.
If you don't want to be the true god of the domain god, it's not a good true god. This is the same when you put it on the artifact. If you don't want to be the artifact of the domain god, it's definitely not a good artifact.
As a top-level artifact, it was his biggest goal in his life to advance to a domain artifact.
However, I just saw hope, but was so ruthlessly strangled in the cradle.
Is there anything more cruel than this in the world
It's just that the rules set by the Nine-Colored Dragon God cannot be changed by him, even if he is the spirit of the Shenlong Tower.
Under the endless starry sky.
"kill!"
The copy body screamed, and there was a murderous flash on the body, and the whole person directly tore the space, which was to cover Yang Fan with a palm.
"Boom~~~"
Cover the sky with big hands tearing the starry sky, crushing everything.
"Pouch~~~Pouch~~~Pouch~~~"
In all directions, the starry sky of large ~ large ~ fragments collapsed into dregs, and countless stars were completely shattered.
"Huh? Something is wrong." A flash of suspicion flashed in Qi Ling's eyes, and the power of the palm of the replica was far beyond his estimation.
Except for the physical constitution, the law and mana of the clone should be the same as Yang Fan, and how much mana a half-step Saint King can have, even if the physique is special and possesses a low-level Celestial Venerable, it should be the limit. According to his It is expected that even if the clone has the power that rivals the top-level heavenly sovereign, it will be comparable to the ordinary top-level heavenly statue, but now, the horror of this palm is that it is not much weaker than the average first-order true god.
The power absolutely surpassed the power of a small thousand world, and it has almost reached the limit of the power that the replica can exert.
It's too late to say, then soon.
Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and the same palm shot out, sweeping forcefully, and instantly exploded that big hand that covered the sky, together with the rear copy, collapsed into dregs.
This kind of first-order true god power, but there is no copy of the first-order true god should be, how would it be regarded by Yang Fan.
It is a pity that this clone is similar to the battle shadow of Cang Yue True Pagoda, and it is also made by rules. It swallows and refines him, and cannot increase Yang Fanding's strength.
Otherwise, these twelve difficulties will again be the place where his great strength soars.
There are a total of 4,095 top-notch celestial beings. The vastness of energy is no less than that of swallowing hundreds of first-order true gods, swallowing them all and refining them. It's hard to say that there are more than one or two hundred small thousand. The power of the world is still problematic.
The power of the flesh shell successfully broke through the thousand small world barriers, which can be said to be just around the corner.
However, this nine-color dragon god didn't give him this opportunity in the slightest.
"Ah~~~ hit... it broke, this... how is this possible... how is this possible..." He stood up on the throne, his face was unbelievable, it was a copy of the first-order true god in power, and even the weakest first-order true god was not the true god.
And he just didn't see Yang Fan moving the power of the law at all, it was just the power of the flesh.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, is this still a human
It is the first powerhouse of the Witch Clan, the top true god Jinyuan Witch God, and it is impossible for him to have such a heaven-defying flesh-shell power in the half-step Witch King realm.
Just such a dazed effort of Shenlong Pagoda Spirit.
"Bang~~~bang~~~bang~~~"
Yang Fan's momentum is like a broken bamboo, even after five levels, even if the fifth level, the number of replicas is as high as sixteen, which is enough to match the average second-order low-level true god, and still can't stop Yang Fan.
"Boom boom~~~ boom boom~~~ boom boom~~~"
Every black light cut through the void, and thirty-two copies came from all directions, culling Yang Fan.
Each replica can burst out of the power of a small thousand world, and thirty-two replicas work together, and even some second-order low-level true gods will be ruthlessly besieged.
At this moment, Yang Fan finally had a glimmer of attention in his eyes. The power of the flesh shell was raised to the fifth level by him. Each palm was more than a hundred thousand worlds. It really means death when touched, and death when rubbed.
After all, these clones are not the true true god supreme, far from the terrifying vitality of the true god supreme.
While breathing, the thirty-two replicas were blown up by Yang Fan.
"This... This is the sixth level, so... That monster hasn't used the power of the law yet, it's hard... Can he really pass the Lord's test? "The spirit of the Shenlong Tower trembles and is dumbfounded, but in his eyes, there is a trace of unspeakable excitement.
Clearing the twelfth floor is exactly what he is happy to say, only following such a peerless demon ~ Lao, he has the opportunity to be promoted to the domain artifact.
Otherwise, following those mediocrities, don't talk about domain artifacts, that is, the possibility of being promoted to the middle-grade top artifacts is very slim.
"Junior, don't let me down."
In the eyes of the spirit of Shenlong Tower, the seventh test came immediately.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
One hundred and twenty-eight replicas tore through the sky, and went towards Yang Fan to besiege.
Almost at the same time, Yang Fan's body momentum skyrocketed again, and the power of the fleshy shell rose to the eighth level. In every gesture, it exceeded the power of three hundred small thousand worlds, easily exploding 64 copies.
After ten breaths.
After testing the eighth level, Yang Fan finally no longer had any reservations. The ten layers of flesh shells were fully utilized. The terrifying power of nearly 900 small thousand worlds swept across all directions, like the invincible king of the gods, invincible. I stand alone.
The top of the Shenlong Tower, a mysterious space.
"The first...The ninth level, so fast..." At this moment, Qi Ling's face is smiling, and his mood is not normal. This little monster has not yet used his full strength. , Has already reached the twelfth floor, cleared the twelfth floor, without the tenth floor, there are also five or six floors.
"But now, this little monster should also use the power of the law..." This ninth level is a total of 256 first-order low-level true gods, the top third-order low-level true gods. They will all be besieged and killed.
But soon, the voice of Shenlong Tower Tool Spirit suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but violently swear, "Fuck, he... He actually has hidden, fuck, fuck, fuck, what is this? Monster... "
That terrifying aura is no less than that of some second-tier intermediate true gods, and it is still a more powerful existence among the second-tier intermediate true gods. However, this little monster still has the power of the law yet to be used. Where is its true limit
Tier 3 Intermediate True God, or Tier 4 Intermediate True God
What kind of cultivation is he, half-step Saint King, only half-step Saint King.
There is also that immature~tender age, Malgobi, this is not a way to survive.
Compared with this little monster, the protagonist of the era, the son of luck, all are scum, this is the true darling of the universe.
The test of the Lord is already harsh enough. It is almost impossible for anyone to pass the customs. He even sometimes maliciously guesses whether the Lord does not want to leave his inheritance to other races. People are selfish. Is the true god supreme, or the worldly mortal, when he is dead, the last thing he thinks of is often his descendants.
But now it seems that it's not that the master is embarrassing people, but that he is too narrow-minded and sits on the well.
Lord, I was wrong, I shouldn't complain about you. If you change to other high-level true gods, where will you be tested, even if you bow your head in pleading, you will accept him as a disciple.
Is the twelve levels difficult for this monster? It's the 13th level. Is the 14th level difficult
For a Tier 3 Intermediate True God, or even Tier 4 Intermediate True God, these people who want a body without a body, a secret technique without a secret technique, and a parallel true god with the power of a small thousand world are nothing at all.
Not to mention a few thousand, even tens of thousands, they are not enough to kill them.
At most, it will take more time.
In the void.
A replica of a statue was easily exploded by Yang Fan. Under the terrifying power that surpassed the power of 300,000 small thousand worlds, these parallel gods were just like the leeks on the ground. It was a big cut, a palm. Going on, there will be a dozen people at least, and dozens of people will explode.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
More than two thousand replicas, from all directions, came in densely surrounded and killed.
This is the last level. As long as Yang Fan can pass this level, the entire Shenlong Tower, and even the entire dragon's den, will be in his pocket.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The beam of light of four hundred and twenty laws burst out from Yang Fan's body.
At this moment, Yang Fan no longer has any reservations, his combat power is fully deployed, and there is nothing to hide anyway. The power of the four hundred and twenty laws has been completely exposed from the beginning.
"Success!"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Please ask for flowers, friends who have flowers, please smash out the flowers in your hand, and let the flowers go to four hundred and fifty.