Void arena.
Lu Wenyuan, the top arrogant of Shengluo Mansion, cried and pleaded bitterly, where there is a bit of peerless demeanor as a top arrogant, and even vowed allegiance to Yang Fan to become a dog slave under Yang Fan. He only hoped that Yang Fan would be merciful and let him go. Way out.
Young Master Nether, Han Zhiyuan and other top arrogances were robbed one after another, causing the panic and uneasiness in Lu Wenyuan's heart to grow wildly like a landslide and tsunami, finally causing him to completely collapse.
At this moment, he had nothing to think about, only to be able to survive under Yang Fan.
For this reason, all the pride and dignity of the top arrogant talents were all thrown out of the sky by him.
"This... this person is... really Lu Wenyuan?"
"This...this...this...I read it right?"
"Is this the top Tianjiao of Shengluo Mansion?"
In all directions, the faces of the top true gods are unbelievable. This psychological quality is too bad. Even those top five true gods have never been like him and spared him a puppy life. Such shameless words, I really don't know how he said it.
The dignified young master of the Lu Family, the pride of the top arrogant of the Shengluo Mansion, is it really not at all
Qin Wushuang, Shi Huan and other top arrogances are even more disgusted, and they are as famous as such a softie, and they really lose the face of their top arrogance.
If it weren't, the occasion was wrong, they would have all kinds of shots and directly suppressed Lu Wenyuan's impulse, so as not to save him from coming out to lose their face.
As the leader of the young generation of Shengluo Mansion, even if he is dead, he must stand and die!
In the center of Kunyu City, within the glorious shrine.
"Hey! This Lu Wenyuan is completely abolished." A realm god supreme shook his head slightly, and Lu Wenyuan's pride as a top arrogant has been completely interrupted. His potential basically ends here, even if Yang Fan is soft-hearted, let go Whether he can reach the ninth-level top true god level in this life is a big unknown.
As for the domain god supreme, there is nothing to think about at all.
The way of cultivation is the way of fighting for life with the heavens. There are three plagues and nine disasters, and there are countless dangers. There is no fearless heart. Even if there is a great adventure, one's accomplishment is the limit.
Void arena.
"If you want to be a slave to this seat, you are not worthy!" Yang Fansen sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.
To be afraid of death and begging for mercy is a long-lasting human love. There are countless worlds and countless creatures, and how many people can truly not die. But they are the only one to be afraid of dying to the point of Lu Wenyuan, and there is no other semicolon.
He is not Yang Fan, who specializes in garbage collection.
This cartilaginous head, let's obediently become the nourishment for his growth, and it can be regarded as waste utilization.
Next second...
"Boom~~~"
With a wave of Yang Fan's right arm, a palm was directed towards Lu Wenyuan's suppression.
"Ah~~~ Don’t, my lord, forgive me... I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die...
Lu Wenyuan, who has been frightened, can't afford much resistance at all. Ten layers of power, even three layers have not been used, compared to some quasi-eighth-level top true gods, they are not much stronger or can be blocked. Yang Fan took this lore.
All his power was banned by Yang Fan in an instant, and he was thrown into the Shenlong Tower like rubbish.
"Ceng~~~Ceng~~~Ceng~~~"
A powerful force of air transport, as if the Yangtze River, poured into Yang Fan's body, directly dragged him through the 31st ladder of destiny, and climbed to the top of the palace of destiny.
"Well done, this boneless head should have such an end." Qin Wushuang and other top arrogances were relieved.
"Good! Good! Good! The evil star finally cleared the level."
"Huh... now this seat is safe."
"Uuuuu...it's not easy, it's really not easy."
At the same time, dozens of remaining examiners took a sigh of relief one after another, and one of their holding hearts was loose, and the deadly sword above was finally removed.
Of course, Yang Fan is also very satisfied. There are five eighth-level top true gods. If this can swallow them all and be promoted to the ninth-level top true god in one fell swoop, it’s hard to say, but it makes him soar three to four hundred thousand small world power , It is definitely not a difficult task.
It can be said that Yang Fan, who is the most well-deserved winner of this second level of air luck assessment.
A little bit of time passed, and soon, another half hour passed.
After another round of Qin Luck assessment, there is no longer a top true God on the Q Luck Ladder.
I don't know if it was because of Yang Fan's suppression or some other reason. There were only a group of examiners left, and none of them won the black disaster card, and all of them successfully boarded the Palace of Destiny.
But even so, the final loss in this Qi Luck assessment was still quite cruel. There were only 1781 people standing at the end of the 586~4 assessors. The people who fell in the body were as high as six floors, almost seven floors. .
This is only the second level. There have been four rounds in all previous Shengluo League assessments.
How many people will be left in the end, really hard to say, five hundred, three hundred, or less
Many top true gods have already retreated. They have finally cultivated to such a realm. They don’t want to die. They really don’t want to die. But they think about the fate of those abstainers in the air luck assessment. It was let them swallow again.
If they were like those who abstained and were directly deprived of all cultivation power and their lifespan dried up and died, they would be really stupid.
"Pouch..."
The void was distorted for a while, and the figure of Guiyi Supreme appeared again.
"Okay! This seat announces that the second round of assessment is over... You have a hundred years to repair, and after one hundred years, the third round of assessment will begin...
Given a group of examiners for a hundred years, Guiyi Supreme disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the real came and went in a hurry.
Teleport Plaza, in an exquisite palace nearby.
Yang Fan sat cross-legged. As always, Yang Fan first counted the gains of the second round.
"Rumble..."
The spiritual power that made the ninth-tier top true gods horrified, suddenly appeared, sweeping the treasures of space one by one.
Those few Tier 5 and Tier 6 top true gods, there is nothing to say, their worth is limited, there are tens of billions of high-level god stones, the real big heads are still top geniuses such as the Nether Demon Master and the Wild Ancient Bear King.
And they did not disappoint Yang Fan. The first level of assessment space, after a hundred years of hard work, they have accumulated a lot of worth. Almost no one’s belongings are under the blood evil, like the highest worth of Kaohsiung. Almost one hundred thousand trillion high-level sacred stone.
The combination of the five top Tianjiao directly caused Yang Fan's belongings to skyrocket by more than 300,000 trillion high-level sacred stones, plus the belongings that Yang Fan originally owned.
Even if it is placed in many ninth-level top true gods, there are few people who can compare it.
Breathing out a foul breath, Yang Fan converged his mind and began to devour the Tier 4 top true god.
These are all things outside of the body, and the improvement of one's own strength is the first thing.
Yang Fan never dared to forget this.
Otherwise, if there is not enough power, even if there are a million trillion or ten trillion possessions, it is just a fat sheep to be slaughtered.
Wealth must have sufficient strength to protect it, otherwise, it will become a disaster sooner or later.
"Swish..."
A stream of light flashed by, and a Tier 4 top true god appeared in front of Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The endless source of life force, by swallowing the black hole, continuously poured into Yang Fan's body, strengthening Yang Fan's whole body power, making Yang Fan's flesh-shell power climb upward at a steady speed.
In the center of Kunyu City, within the glorious shrine.
Twenty-four domain gods gathered together.
"Brother Guiyi, what is the so-called calling me today?"
"Yeah, Brother Guiyi, what's the point?"
A group of Realm Gods looked at Guiyi Supreme with a strange look. They still wanted to find a chance to see if there was any way to get in touch with Yang Fan first. If they could win over Yang Fan this monster first, it would be best. Unexpectedly, Guiyi Supreme had called them.
"Everyone, I'm looking for you today, mainly for Yang Fan's business." Guiyi Zhizun looked around and said.
"For Yang Fan? Isn't that little guy in retreat? What can happen?"
"Could it be that your Hundred Soldiers Palace are ready to give up recruiting Yang Fan?"
"If you really want to, then I'll thank you a lot when I wait."
"Cough cough cough..." Guiyi Supreme coughed quickly when he was choked, rolled his eyes silently, and gave up Yang Fan? It's really bad for you to think about it, so enchanting, unless all the supreme heads of our Hundred Soldiers Palace are squeezed by the door, we will choose to give up.
"Everyone, Yang Fan's power is in your eyes. The power of nearly 30 million trillion small thousand worlds, even among the many 9th-tier top true gods, is not weak..." In the heart of Guiyi Zhizun I slandered a bit, went straight to the subject, and was said by them, maybe something would come out, "There is also that terrifying divine body, even if it is compared to the realm divine body of ours, I am afraid it is not much inferior. His strength, among the examiners in this session, it can be said that no one will be his opponent, so this seat decided that in the third round of the arena, Yang Fan will directly decide first and advance directly. I don't know what you think?"