Precinct corridor.
Yang Fan was condescending and looked down at the five masters of the spirit race. His voice was extremely indifferent and not a joke. Whenever the five masters such as Lingkong answered a no, Yang Fan would suppress them all with the momentum of thunder.
He doesn't have so much idle time, and it's his kindness to spend too much time with these miscellaneous fish to give them a chance to surrender.
"I... I would like to surrender!"
"Surrender! I choose to surrender!"
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As the Lingfeng Master spoke to surrender, the other four masters also lowered their noble heads and chose to surrender.
The examples of Linglei dominance and the three major demon masters are right in front of them. With their little strength, it is absolutely impossible to be Yang Fan's opponent, and he can't even resist.
It's better to die than to live. Being able to live is the most important thing. Compared with your own life, everything else can be ignored.
The longer you live, the more you are afraid of death! Especially these master gods dominate, one by one, one by one, can determine the fate of hundreds of millions of living beings, and die like this wherever they are willing.
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"Let go of your sea of knowledge."
"Yes, Lord!"
Lingfeng dominates the five people, but it is also free and easy, and directly releases his own sea of consciousness.
They had already thought about this a long time ago. If they were replaced by them, if a master surrendered to them, they would also plant restrictions on them, lest they turn back at critical moments.
Next second...
"Boom~~~"
The terrifying soul power transmitted from Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, and instantly poured into the sea of consciousness where the spirit wind dominates the five people, planting the restraint of the soul within their souls, and completely controlling the lives of the five masters.
At this point, Yang Fan has nine master slaves under his command.
Of course, all this is just the beginning. Yang Fan believes that with his conquest of the Southwestern Universe, many great realms, his masters and slaves, will also become a snowball, soaring rapidly, more than a hundred, and even a thousand. Possible thing.
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Three days later.
The line of defense of the spirit race, the hundreds of billions of spirit race army, except for a few diehards, all surrendered to the Holy Land of the Emperor of Thailand, and surrendered to Yang Fan's command.
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Spirit King Palace, this is the holy land in countless hearts, the residence of the Lord Spirit King.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, a terrifying coercion that made the spirit king despair fell from the sky and swept the entire spirit king palace.
"Pouch~~~"
The space was distorted, and a group of six people stepped into the air.
No one else, it was Yang Fan and the master slaves of his five spirit races.
next moment…
Under Yang Fan's eyes, the Lingfeng ruler stepped forward and said loudly, "Your Majesty Lingfeng, please come out and see you."
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The voice fell, and a series of terrifying coercion rose from the Spirit King Palace.
Soon, the seven demon-like figures appeared in front of Yang Fan and the others. The head of the person, the aura of aura, was much stronger than the Holy Lord of the Emperor of Thailand.
It is the spirit king of the spirit race and the other six masters of the spirit race.
"Elder Lingfeng, who are you?" The spirit king and the six elders looked puzzled. The five spirit winds didn’t sit well in the boundary corridor, so why did they suddenly return to the spirit palace, and the black-clothed youth is again Who, how can there be such a terrifying aura, that is, how many extreme intermediate masters are too short.
Moreover, looking at the posture of Lingfeng and others, it turned out to be faintly dominated by the black-clothed youth.
"Your Majesty the Spirit King, I have already recognized His Royal Highness Yang Fan as the master. For the safety of the billion-trillion people of my Spirit Clan, I also ask your Majesty to order that the whole clan surrender to our lord and serve our lord."
"What? Do you actually recognize him as the master? Do you still want this king to lead the whole family to surrender to him?" The Spirit King widened his eyes and couldn't believe his ears. This Spirit Wind is crazy, otherwise, how could it be? Say such crazy things.
"Yes, please give your order."
"Lingfeng, shut up! My spirit race will never be a slave!" The spirit king's face was cold, and he screamed. Whatever the limit intermediate masters, their spirit races are not easy to provoke.
"Your Majesty..."
The Lingfeng ruler is anxious in an instant. The spirit king is completely taking their spirit race to the path of the absolute. His own master is not an extreme intermediate ruler. It is a legendary high-level ruler, or even one of the best. The domain corridor is separated by more than a million middle and thousands of domains. Even a top intermediate ruler like the Spirit King takes nearly half an hour to reach the domain corridor, but on his Patriarch, he can easily teleport. In less than a breath, he arrived at the Spirit Palace.
This method is not something that the ultimate intermediate master can possess.
Although they have become Yang Fan’s slaves, the Spirit Race is their own race after all. The racial sentiment of hundreds of epochs does not mean that they can be parted. The Spiritual Wind ruler even decides, even at the risk of being punished by Yang Fan. The risk of the danger, I must persuade the Spirit King to dispel that dangerous idea.
It’s just that before the Lingfeng Master could finish speaking, a touch of impatience flashed in Yang Fan’s eyes, and Sen coldly said, "A good spirit race will never be a slave, so let me die!"
"Om~~~"
With a move of Yang Fan's right hand, he moved his palm toward the suppression of the Spirit King.
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"Ah~~~~ This power, no, you are not the ultimate intermediate master... Senior master, this is the power of high master, no, my lord forgive me, I would like to drop, I would like to drop..."
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"You don't want to give you a chance to survive, now, it's too late!"
"Pouch~~~"
Like a chicken, the spirit king was captured by Yang Fan at will.
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"Ah~~~ I lost, so my Majesty the Spirit King was defeated."
"High... High-level master, really high-level master."
"Uuuuu... how could this be, how could this be?"
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The six veterans of the Spirit Palace ruled in horror, and their eyes were full of panic and despair.
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"How about you? Do you want to die or want to live?"
"His Royal Highness is willing to surrender and I am willing to surrender."
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Soon, there were six more spirit tribes under Yang Fan.
Suppresses the king of the spirit race, and slaves the eleven spirit race masters. The huge all-spirit realm is already in Yang Fan's bag, leaving behind a group of spirit race masters to finish off. Yang Fan's figure keeps moving and starts to go there. The gods left the world.
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Seven days later.
Territory corridor, Pantheon theater.
The God of Broken Soul was ruthlessly suppressed by Yang Fan, and the entire Ten Thousand Gods Battlefield became the back garden of the Holy Land of the Emperor of Thailand.
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After half a month.
Yang Fan came to the Pantheon and strongly suppressed the King of Pantheon. The remaining four Pantheon gods surrendered wisely. Soon, a large number of battleships from the Holy Land of the King of Thailand rushed to various places in the Pantheon and invaded the entire Pantheon.
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One month later.
Yang Fan strongly descended to the Alliance of the Beginning of the Beginning to create another boundary for the Holy Land of the Emperor of Thailand.
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After three months.
The Blood Demon Great Thousand Realm became the fifth Fang Daqian realm occupied by the Holy Land of the Emperor of Thailand. With Yang Fan’s power, it is not difficult to sweep over a dozen or 20 Great Thousand Realms a day to dominate the forces. The real time-consuming thing is the finishing work. .
Either he took the Blue Demon Palace, the Blood Demon Palace and other big forces' lair, or occupied a large area.
What Yang Fan wanted was the entire Great Thousand Realm, not a chaotic Great Thousand Realm.
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In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.
Guangming Great Thousand Realm, Great Guangming Shrine.
"Pouch~~~"
Yang Fan tore through the space, and ruled over the Great Guangming Shrine, arrogant, invincible, and crushing the gods.
"The Great King of Light, surrender, otherwise, die!"
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