Jiulong State, Dugu domain.
"Boom~~~"
The nine-color light gate burst into bright light all at once.
In an instant, all the gods on the square, the spirit of the true god was shocked, and they hurriedly looked at the nine-color light gate.
Next second...
Under the public's attention.
A black figure stepped out slowly from the gate of nine colors of light.
"It's Yang Fan." Seeing the person who came, the true god Cang Yue was immediately happy, and his heart was let go. As long as Yang Fan can return safely, everything else is easy to say.
"Pouch~~~"
As soon as his body moved, True God Cang Yue directly tore through the space and appeared beside Yang Fan, guarding Yang Fan.
"Huh? Could it be that Cang Yue was waiting for this little demon?" True God Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, and a deep doubt flashed in his eyes. Just such a little demon with no hairs, how could He De be able to let Cang Yue This high-level true god was so nervous and took it seriously, even that Jing Yao Tianzun and Cang Yue had never taken it so seriously.
Could it be that in Cang Yue's heart, this kid is more important than Jing Yao's kid
This kid is not easy, I'm afraid I'm underestimating him.
Think about it carefully, it is a miracle that a little ghost who is less than 200,000 years old can leave the dragon's den alive.
You know, this time, in that dragon's lair, more than 300 top heavenly venerables have been folded. This does not include the one hundred heavenly venerables of the underworld who have not yet appeared, and don't know whether they are alive or dead.
Not far away, when Mengluo Wuzun saw Yang Fan, his nervous heart was also relaxed.
I knew that there would be nothing wrong with the monster's strength of the adults.
"Huh? Munro, you told me to wait, it wouldn't be this junior." Mengluo Wuzun's change, the thick soil wizard god's eyes are not missing, and there is a trace of dissatisfaction in his voice. Thinking that my dear grandson had made any major discoveries, he never expected that it was for such a Cang Yue Palace junior. This is nothing short of nonsense.
In the past 100,000 years, although Yang Fan’s appearance has not changed much, his temperament is earthy and muddy. If Yang Fan hadn’t left a deep impression on Mengluo Wuzun, he would not have recognized Yang Fan at a glance. Now, the thick soil wizard god only saw an image of Yang Fan, but he didn't recognize Yang Fan for a while.
Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Fan has not transformed into the body of the Witch Clan, and there is no trace of the Witch Clan aura in him.
"Ancestor, he is Yang Fan. The Yang Fan I told you about..." Mengluo Wuzun reminded the Sorcerer God of Thick Earth, but he still didn't say much, especially Yang Fan's fighting power. The news that the power is comparable to the second-tier or even the third-tier low-level true gods is not mentioned at all.
If there is nothing for just a clan of Underworld God, I am afraid that there will be some bad thoughts in the Great Xia Dynasty.
Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that the comprehensive strength of the Daxia Divine Dynasty is indeed higher than that of the Wu Clan.
"Yang Fan, are you talking about that Yang Fan?" Hearing that, the spirit of the witch god of thick soil was shocked immediately. This is a monster with the power of double heavenly power under the age of less than 100,000. The talent is so strong that they are witches. The first person in the clan, the Golden Origin Sorcerer God, is inferior, at least it is a seven-star evildoer, and even an eight-star evildoer is not necessarily true.
There are at least five levels of assurance in the future to break through the realm of the witch gods. Up to now, none of their witches have given up looking for Yang Fan.
But soon, a hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the thick soil wizard god, "Meng Luo, are you sure?" With his cultivation strength, he would never fail to sense it if he was a child of the wizard clan, but in Yang Fan, he didn't feel it at all. A little bit of family atmosphere.
"Ancestor, grandson promises that he is Yang Fan." Mengluo Wuzun promised with a pat on his chest. If it were other people, he would naturally doubt it, but Yang Fan, who is less than 200,000 years old, possesses true power. The heaven-defying monsters have some secret methods to conceal their own blood of the Witch clan. Is it really difficult
He himself is the greatest impossibility.
What's more, Yang Fan himself didn't intend to return to their Wu Clan, and there was no reason to deceive him.
"This son is really that Yang Fan?" The thick soil wizard god is still a little skeptical. Even if this Yang Fan is really an eight-star evildoer, after all, he hasn't really grown up. It is basically impossible to hide his magical vision. He is a high-level man. The witch god is still the top high-level witch god, and it is only a thin line away from the top true god.
at this time... ... .
"Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~"
The nine-color light door was like glass, exploded and broke into slag.
Even the entire Dragon's Den was taken over by Yang Fan, and this portal naturally did not have to continue to exist.
It's just that this scene fell in the eyes of the Lord of the Underworld and the true gods of the Underworld Race, but it stimulated them to be crazy.
Originally, Yang Fan's appearance gave them a little comfort, thinking that this teleportation has not really ended. Maybe it won't be long before the top celestial lords in their clan will also be teleported back. Unexpectedly, what they waited for was such an end.
Now that even the portal is completely broken, Ming Xie and other heavenly masters, even if they are not dead, are afraid that they will be trapped in that dragon cave forever.
You know, now even the Lord of the Underworld can hardly feel the existence of the dragon's cave, let alone other people.
But even if you can't find the Dragon's Cave, how can you talk about rescue.
As for relying on the gods of the underworld to get out of trouble on their own, the lord of the underworld basically does not return any hope.
The old thing of the Nine-Colored Dragon God, but an old monster with the same fame as him, how can his methods be conceivable by the juniors who are not even true gods.
Combined with some of the previous words of other forces, Tianzun, the Lord of the Underworld even suspects that there is no means in this dragon's lair that is specifically aimed at their Underworld family.
After all, the worst relationship with the Dragon clan back then was their Pluto clan.
At this moment, the Lord of the Underworld was a little bit regretful. He knew that the old thing hated their Underworld clan, so he shouldn’t have a chance to send someone into the dragon’s lair.
This time, the loss of their Pluto clan has been great, and I am afraid that no new gods will be born for a long time.
Although they have a lot of top celestial beings in the underworld clan, these remaining top celestial celestial beings basically have no potential to be able to prove to be a god.
Suddenly, Yu Guang, the Lord of the Underworld, caught a glimpse of someone, and a glimmer of hope burst into his heart. This kid was the last to leave the dragon's lair. Maybe he knew some secrets.
"Junior, say, what happened in the dragon's cave?"
While speaking, the Lord of the Underworld protruded a claw and grabbed it towards Yang Fan.
"Is this the power of a high-level true god?" Yang Fan's heart trembled slightly. This claw, he must use all his power, before he can take it down, and may even get hurt, but this is just the Lord of the Underworld at will. One blow, I am afraid that even one layer of power has not been used.
Sure enough, compared with these top high-level true gods, he still has a long way to go.
However, Yang Fan didn't have the slightest sense of complacency in his eyes, and he didn't even have the intention to resist. He allowed the Lord of the Underworld to grab him. With True God Cang Yue, what he was afraid of.
It's too late to say, then soon.
"Old ghost Mingyan, what do you want to do?" True God Cang Yue screamed, blocking the blow of the Lord of the Underworld, and in front of him, wanted to capture Yang Fan, and regarded him as the Lord of Cang Yue. Furnishings
"Boss Cang Yue, this god just wants to ask the junior to ask some questions."
"Ask some questions? You need to do it directly. When you are an idiot, you can't be foolish? Old ghost Mingyan wants to search for the soul directly." A sneer was drawn across the face of True God Cang Yue, tens of trillions of years old. The old opponent, the method of the Lord of the Underworld, he will not be clear, questioning? Lie to the ghost.
"Old ghost Cangyue, this little demon is sure to win this god today. Are you really going to fight against this god for such a junior?"
"Hmph, if you want to fight, then fight. I'm still afraid that you old ghost will not succeed."