The center of Thousand Feathers, the top of Shenlong Tower.
"This is the third time for six thousand three hundred and fifty high-level artifacts. From now on, the central part of the Thousand Feathers Divine Realm will be owned by the Canglan Protoss..." Yang Fan dropped the auction hammer heavily and announced the final result, savage and dazzling. Among the three strongest Protoss of Canglan, the Canglan Protoss has a stronger background, and has won the Central Gods Realm with a high price of 6,350 high-level artifacts.
"Okay, this auction is over..." At the end, Yang Fan added, "Within 100 million years, other protoss forces must not enter the Thousand Feathers Realm. Otherwise, I won't blame this seat for being ruthless."
Yang Fan didn't want to. He had just auctioned the Thousand Feathers Realm on the front foot, and the five God Realms on the back foot changed hands.
That's really a face slap.
Of course, after 100 million years, whether the five protoss can keep their respective turf, that is not what he needs to consider, he is not their nanny, he has to protect them for a lifetime.
"Yes, senior."
Upon hearing this, the lords of the Protoss trembled in their hearts, and they replied respectfully.
And some protoss lords hurriedly dispelled the evil thoughts in their hearts. Among the five protoss, Canglan, Thunder, and Fallen God, the Canglan protoss is powerful and they dare not easily attack the Central Divine Region, but the other four protoss are different. Especially the Natuoyun God Race, among the ten strongest God Races, the strength is the weakest. On the bright side, in addition to the third-order top true god, the Lord of Tuoyun, it also has two first-order top true gods, which are some top-level gods. When the Protoss comes, it can't be much stronger, it can be said to be a soft persimmon.
But now, even with their ten courage, they dare not fight the idea of the Tuoyun God Clan.
The bloody lesson of the Thousand Feathers God Clan is right in front of them, and they don't want to follow the footsteps of the Thousand Feathers God Clan.
Isn't it just a hundred million years? They just close the long gate at random, more than this time.
One day later.
"Boom~~~"
The towering Shenlong Tower turned into a small pagoda the size of a palm, and was absorbed into Yang Fan's body.
Next second...
A stream of light flashed by, and in the void, there was a golden spaceship that was thousands of feet long.
Thousand Feather Godship—the top-level True God battleship, is also the ship of Thousand Feather God King. Thousand Feather God King was suppressed by Yang Fan, and Thousand Feather God also fell into Yang Fan's hands.
Compared with Yang Fan's previous car, the Dragon God, the speed of Qian Yu was more than several times faster, not at all inferior to some second-tier top true gods.
Soon, Yang Fan moved directly into the main control room of Qianyu.
At this point, Canghe had stayed long enough for him, and it was time to choose to leave.
And his goal has also been a complete success. Yesterday’s auction, Thousand Feather God’s Realm, five God’s realms, the last Eastern God’s realm sold 2,800 high-end artifacts, and the last Central God’s realm sold 6,350 pieces. The sky-high price of ten high-end artifacts.
The combination of the five divine realms allowed Yang Fan to harvest 18,250 high-level artifacts, more than double what Yang Fan expected.
Among them, low-grade high-end artifacts are the most, with 14,320, middle-grade high-end artifacts, followed by 3,260, top-grade high-end artifacts 632, top-grade high-end artifacts are the least, only There are only thirty-eight pieces, but it is true. Knowing that the top-grade high-end artifact is the same as the low-grade high-grade artifact, it is only one piece. Unless it has to be forced, who would use the top-quality high-end artifact to bid.
With so many high-level artifacts, it is only a matter of time before the nine-turn god and demon's body reaches the three-turn great perfection.
In fact, when the Northern Gods was auctioned, Yang Fan didn’t need this high-level artifact anymore. But in the end, Yang Fan still suppressed the idea of letting the major Protoss bid with top-level artifacts. He searched the entire Thousand Feathers Protoss, and he only found a handful of them. Six top-level artifacts, including the treasure of the town clan—the Thousand Feathers Excalibur.
Where else can other Xeon Protoss get better? Whether they can have 30 top artifacts is a big unknown.
The number of those that can be bid on is even smaller.
When the two gods are combined, it is impossible not to be able to shoot ten top-level artifacts. Compared with the ten thousand top-level artifacts required for the four-revolution Dzogchen of the Ninth-turn God-Monster, it is completely a drop in the bucket.
Qian Yu was very fast, several times faster than Dragon God. In less than a year, he reached the border of the Canghe System and entered the chaotic galaxy.
Similarly, the defense of Qianyu is far from comparable to that of Dragon God, even if the second-tier top true god wants to break the defense of Qianyu, it will take a lot of effort.
Amidst this chaotic galaxy, Qianyu was rampaged and violent, and he did not pay attention to the many dangers in the chaotic galaxy.
Apart from the inability to travel through space, it is not the slightest difference from the starry sky outside.
Qian Yu, in the main control room.
Sitting cross-legged, Yang Fan was faintly gleaming, and his precious appearance was solemn.
Although the high-level artifacts required for the third round of the Nine-turned God Demon's body to complete the Consummation were more than enough, Yang Fan did not immediately swallow the high-level artifacts, but took the lead in devouring the many true gods of the Thousand Feather Protoss.
Between breaths.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
A low-level true god was thrown into the swallowing black hole by Yang Fan.
With Yang Fan’s current cultivation strength, these low-level true gods are really weak. In less than a day, a low-level true god was ruthlessly swallowed by Yang Fan, and the small world in his body merged into Yang Fan’s heart of the holy king and became Yang Fan’s nurturing of emptiness. Nourishment for the world.
Twenty years later.
"Pouch~~~"
The last low-level true god of the Thousand Feathers Protoss was wiped out in ashes, with no bones left.
Soon, it was the turn of the one thousand two hundred and thirteen middle-level true gods. Although the power of the middle-level true gods far exceeds that of the lower-level true gods, they only persisted in the devouring black hole for half a year at most. Some first-level intermediate true gods, even one. When the month was not up, Yang Fan was completely refined.
Three hundred years later.
One thousand two hundred and thirteen middle-level true gods did not stay, all turned to fly ash.
The heart of the Saint King Yang Fan has almost turned into a pale golden film, and the vast virtual world within it is clearly visible.
Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes. The small thousand worlds of nearly 10,000 intermediate and low-level true gods are combined, and the resources provided are not inferior to the small thousand worlds of one of the top true gods.
At this time, Yang Fan's cultivation was almost at the limit of the Saint King Realm, and it seemed that he was separated from the position of the demigod Tianzun by a thin line, and there was a possibility of promotion anytime.
A flash of light suddenly appeared, and a first-order high-level true god was ruthlessly swallowed by the swallowing black hole.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The endless devouring power exploded frantically, devouring the life origin power of the high-level true god, swallowing the virtual world in his body, causing the virtual world in Yang Fan's body to begin to swell outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, then A pale golden film gradually began to twist.
Ten years later.
Another first-order high-level true god appeared in the swallowing black hole, and the pale golden film of the heart of the holy king was covered with fine and dense cracks.
One hundred years later.
"Pouch~~~"
This is the tenth first-order high-level true god refined by Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~"
The sky fell apart, and the pale golden film finally couldn't bear it and shattered suddenly.
Next second...
The vastness of the imaginary realm is like a wild horse that runs out of rein, frantically swelling to the surrounding area, one time... three times... five times... eight times... eight times.. . ... seems endless.