Blue spirit sea area, spirit turtle island, ghost king city.
The ghost ancestor was hysterical and mad, staring at Yang Fan with his eyes, like the angry beast, swallowing Yang Fan for life.
"Roar... Chu Sheng, the ancestor is waiting for you down here..."
"bump... ... "
The ancestor of the ghost, together with his three ghosts, immortals and ghosts, burst suddenly, and the whole sky was raining blood.
Next second...
"Rumble..."
An extremely terrifying and fierce aura rose from under the Ghost King City. It was brutal and revealing a nobility that surpassed all living beings.
There seems to be a lofty existence, who is about to recover in this era across the long river of time.
"Huh? This ghost spirit ancestor seems to have made a big guy... Turtle God, could it be..." Yang Fan frowned slightly, thoughtfully.
Legend has it that this spiritual turtle island was transformed by an ancient turtle after death, but now it seems that it was not groundless.
It is very possible that it was really transformed by the body of the turtle.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is extremely absurd. How can there be such a huge turtle in the world? The whole turtle island is 80 million square kilometers.
However, in the eyes of the real strong, it is nothing more than normal, some top true gods, their god bodies are more than 80 million square kilometers, not to mention the domain gods, the main gods.
Like the Venerable Universe, their divine bodies are written in gigabytes and ten trillion light years.
After a breath.
"That thing is coming out soon..." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, but didn't mean to leave at all. If this turtle god was in his heyday, he said that he had to avoid the edge for the time being.
Today, he is not Xiaobai who has just entered the water blue world, and his understanding of the water blue world is by no means under any four-rank warlock king, or even worse.
The monsters capable of enshrining gods are all terrifying beasts comparable to the warlock emperor.
With his current strength, he wanted to deal with a warlock emperor, even the weakest warlock emperor, it was a lot worse.
The top demigod and the true god are two concepts. Yang Fan just unblocked the power of the top demigod, not the cultivation of the top demigod.
Otherwise, with his terrifying ability to leapfrog challenges, not to mention the true god, but the domain god, Yang Fan has the confidence to fight.
It's just that the tortoise god is barely resurrected by the sacrifice of the ghost ancestor.
The strength of his body is far less than what he was afraid of in case of heyday.
No, this is his opportunity, an opportunity to unblock the power of the true god.
A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and how weak the gods are. You are still gods by nature. The benefits of hunting them are by no means comparable to those of warlock kings.
The sky is falling apart!
The entire Linggui Island began to crumble, the earth cracked, and the mountain collapsed.
"Ah... Earth... Earthquake, earthquake is coming, earthquake is coming..."
"Quick, run away, run away, the earthquake is coming, woooo... I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
"Save me, who will save me, who will save me, the great tortoise god Arnes, have you abandoned your people?"
Countless howls of despair erupted from Spirit Turtle Island, and countless creatures were swallowed, crushed, and crushed.
Like that Black Shark Island, Ling Turtle Island also has a country and civilization, even more prosperous than Black Shark Island.
The total population is no less than 30 billion.
Void.
Yang Fan looked at all this indifferently, without any intention to rescue them.
Regarding this, Yang Fan has long been commonplace, as if the fairy world swallows and merges with other eternal worlds, which time is not a large number of creatures to fall.
It is directly counted in trillions, ten trillions, not to mention tens of billions of mortals.
In fact, like other cosmic lords, Yang Fan doesn't treat these aboriginals in the blue water world as human beings.
In addition to being the same Cosmos Venerable, or descendants of their blood, even if they are of the same race, they are often humble ants in the eyes of the most powerful people.
"Out."
Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes flashed brightly.
"Rumble..."
The entire Ling Turtle Island was completely shattered, and a giant tortoise that was thousands of miles high and 10,000 miles long rose into the sky.
The breath of horror burst out, sweeping across all directions.
"Puff...Puff...Puff...Puff..."
All around, the emptiness of the big ~ big ~ film could not bear, the terrifying coercion, chaos ran away.
"Hahahaha... My great turtle lord Arnes is alive again... Hahaha... Goddamn King Moro, you wait for this god, This God will definitely destroy your Mocha family..."
"Is Arnes, Lord of the Turtles? Obediently become the source of the unblocking of this seat!" Yang Fan grinned. As expected, Arnes, the Lord of the Turtles, who had just been resurrected, was far from recovering to his peak. , He barely stepped into the fourth rank warlock king realm with his momentum.
The voice fell.
"Rumble..."
Yang Fan just fisted at Arnes, Lord of the Turtles, and he didn't give Arnes the Lord of Turtles a chance to speak.
"Damn it, the top fourth-rank Sorcerer King, this is the power of the top fourth-rank Sorcerer King..." Arnes, the lord of the tortoises, was so heartbroken that he never expected that there would be a top four. The king of Ping sorcerer waited for him on the side.
If in his heyday, a top-rank fourth-rank Sorcerer King was in his heyday, he would be able to destroy dozens of them with just one slap. However, now that he has just been resurrected, his strength is inexhaustible, and he barely rivals the low-rank fourth-rank Sorcerer King. The gap between the three ranks was enough to make him desperate.
"Roar... Shield of the Divine Tortoise, guard."
Arnes, the master of the tortoises, shrank quickly, and the whole person shrank directly into the shell.
The azure blue divine light flashed all over his body, turning into layers of enchantment.
The top four warlock kings are not what he can match now, and now, only with the help of the powerful defensive power of their turtle clan, there is such a ray of life.
"bump... ... "
Yang Fan smashed his fist, smashing the layers of barriers, blasting to the bottom, and bombarding the turtle shell. It is worthy of being a family of turtles known for defense. Yang Fan's punch only caused small cracks in the turtle shell. .
"Huh, I see how long you can last!"
"Boom rumble... Boom rumble... Boom rumble..."
A touch of tyranny struck Yang Fan's face, his fists were like cannon hammers, blasting wildly, and in an instant, he burst out thousands of punches.
"Puff...Puff...Puff...Puff..."
Those small cracks expanded in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Humans, stop... As long as you stop, this god can promise you that he will help you advance to the emperor of the warlock..." Arnes, the lord of the turtles, kept beating Yang Fan, just like that. Knowing kung fu, his turtle shell is already covered with criss-cross cracks, and if this continues, at most a cup of tea, his will be completely blown.
"The Warlock Emperor?"
Yang Fan smiled contemptuously and kept both fists incessantly. He was a top-notch master, and his actual combat power was comparable to the quasi-cosmic master. A warlock emperor who was comparable to a true god wanted to confuse him. It was really funny.
"Death to this seat!"
"Ah...Human, stop, stop, as long as you let me go, I can give you all my treasures... Ah...Humans, you really want to kill them all... Without the guidance of the god, you would never want to get a treasure from the god..."
Half a quarter of an hour later.
"Damn, how come this human being hasn't exhausted yet, this...what kind of monster is this..." In this half an hour, the human has already hit no less than a million punches and replaced it with other tops. The fourth-rank sorcerer king has already exhausted all his mana.
"No, let me go, please, let me go, I... I am willing to recognize you as the master, and consider you as the master..."
A quarter of an hour later.
"Blow to this seat!"
"Rumble..."
The shell of the Divine Tortoise finally reached its limit and exploded completely.
"Ah... No, Arnes, the lord of the turtles, has not yet avenged himself, how could he die in the hands of such a humble human... The god has not yet avenged himself, has not yet been promoted to the king, roar, no Reconciled, the god is not reconciled... Human, you are born, the god curses you, curses you..."