Inside the Nine Lights Conferred God Formation.
"Roar~~~ bastard, let go of the ancestors soon."
"Die to this seat! Point out the world!"
"Take it to death! Chaos Smash Fist!"
The eight top-level Chaos Gods of the Moor Protoss, with red eyes, like wild beasts that were thoroughly angered, yelled, and rushed towards Yang Fan.
These top chaotic gods are not under the command of the Blood Sea Demon God, and there is almost no loyalty to their masters. Once the Blood Sea Demon God has something good or bad, it will immediately fall and fall, and only care about their own lives, where are they thinking about rescue blood. The sea demon, revenge for the blood sea demon.
The children of the Protoss like the Moor Protoss often have deep feelings for the ancestors of the Protoss. Moreover, the Moor ancestor is the pillar of their Moor Protoss, the god of their Moor Protoss. Without the Moor ancestor, their Moor ancestor is separated. Annihilation is not far away.
Since their Moor Protoss was promoted to the top Protoss, in the 30 million era, their Moor Protoss power continued to expand. During this period, the first-class Protoss offended were not one or two, just because they were afraid of the quasi-god King Moor, the major first-class Protoss. , Just dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.
Today their ancestors, if they were suppressed by that Yang Fan, those first-class Protoss would not be jealous, and they would never let go of the Moor Protoss.
In any case, his ancestors can't afford to lose.
Besides, saving the ancestors is also saving themselves.
The Nine Lights Conferred God Formation was laid down by the ancestor himself, and the great formation was under his control. Without the ancestors presiding over the formation, it was not a simple matter for them to break through the formation.
At that time, what will be waiting for them is to think about it with your toes.
Cutting the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates, their Moor Protoss and this Yang Fan, but their faces are completely torn apart and they are endlessly dead.
Ordinary Protoss children are nothing more, such as these super elders, that is the core of the Protoss core, he is absolutely impossible to show mercy to them.
Pieces of high-level chaotic artifacts smashed the chaos, and headed towards Yang Fan with the power of destroying the world.
At this moment, none of the eight top-level Chaos Gods of the Moor Protoss dared to retain them, and even used taboo magical powers to forcibly enhance their strength, hoping to repel Yang Fan in one fell swoop and rescue their ancestors.
The horror of a joint blow is the general low-level quasi-god king, who must look sideways and avoid the edge for the time being.
It's a pity that they ran into Yang Fan. Even if Yang Fan suppressed most of his strength in order to deal with the quasi-god king of the Star-Eyed Divine Palace hidden in the dark, it was not the same as the eight top Chaos Gods.
Not to mention other things, Yang Fan's defense alone can make them desperate. Even if Yang Fan didn't fully explode the chaotic essence divine body, the divine body defense has not climbed to the limit, it is still not inferior to the top-grade advanced chaotic artifact.
And these chaos gods, the best in their hands is the quasi-top chaos artifact, they can't even tear Yang Fan's skin.
"A group of ants, this seat hasn't looked for you yet, you have jumped up first, so anxious to find death, this seat will fulfill you." Yang Fan's eyes flashed murderously, while continuing to block the Moore ancestor, he was backhanded. Palm, toward the suppression of the eight top chaotic gods.
The power of the high-level quasi-god king swept out, terrifying supernatural power, invincible, and shattered everything.
Less than an instant.
All the offensives of the eight top chaotic gods were shattered into dregs.
The big hand covering the sky directly included the eight top chaotic gods and sealed all the time and space around them.
"No, let me go, let me go."
"Uuuuu... I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
The unidentified aura of the disintegration finally allowed the eight top chaotic gods to recover their rationality from the anger, and endless fear swept their hearts.
What kind of dignity, hatred, all were left out of the sky by them. Compared with his own life, all of this was nothing.
"It shouldn't have come, this seat shouldn't have come..."
"Uuuuu... it's over! Our Moor Protoss is over!"
"Terry Moore, you are the sinner of our race, you are the sinner of our race."
Regret, endless remorse, flooded in their hearts, lost their ancestors, and their eight top chaotic gods, their Moor protoss, and their top combat power directly lost most of them, although there are still nine top chaotic gods. However, among them, the strongest is a high-level top chaos god, and even besides him, no high-level top chaos god can be found. Moreover, their Moor protoss is just a new top protoss, Moore The ancestors never left much for the Protoss. It can be said that any extreme top-level Chaos God can easily sweep their Moor Protoss.
And among the first-class Protoss they offended, there were more than one or two of the extreme top chaotic gods.
Annihilation is already in sight.
And all of this is the fault of Na Terry Moore. If it were not for him to provoke such a strong man, the Moor Protoss, An Neng would have this catastrophe.
At this moment, if Terry Moore was still alive, they would have to frustrate him.
"Ah... Carey, Mu Qi, Yun Yang... "The Moore ancestor who resisted Yang Fan's ban broke out heart-piercingly, like the wailing of a bereaved concubine, and tears like a sea of blood, constantly coming from him Dropping down from the eye sockets, these eight top chaotic gods are the pillars of their Moor Protoss tribe, and many people are his sons. This hatred is not shared!
"Roar...chu Sheng, you must not die, you must not die... This curse, curses your soul to be poisoned, and perish forever..."
If his gaze could kill Yang Fan, at this moment, Yang Fan had already been smashed into pieces by him.
"Old dog, this is not enough for you to bother, obediently become the resource for the growth of this seat!"
Yang Fan sneered again and again, and did not take the curse of Moore into his heart at all. If the curse is useful, he doesn't know how high his grave is.
It swallows the sky and the earth, the Dharma, everything in the world, nothing can't be swallowed, the power of the curse is just his food.
The power of the curse that could sink the top chaotic god had just been submerged in Yang Fan's body and was swallowed by the power of swallowing.
With an extremely unwilling wailing, the ancestor Moore was finally completely banned by Yang Fan, turned into a ray of light, and was collected by Yang Fan into the universe.
"Ah... the town... It's suppressed, the ancestor Moore and them are all suppressed~ suppressed?"
"Gurulu... this... this... this... I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"One... one breath, just one breath time!"
On the Chenguang, Million Chaos God's eyes widened like bull's eyes, and he couldn't believe his eyes at all.
That’s not a low-level chaos god, it’s a high-level top chaos god the last time, and there are quasi-god kings like Moore’s ancestor. In the entire Star Dragon Chaos Circle, they are all the top powers and are qualified to run wild. How could the large chaotic domain be completely suppressed so easily.
Can't believe it, really can't believe it!
How many epochs have you never heard of the fall of the quasi-god king, a million epoch, or a million epoch
at this time... ...
It was like the sound of the great road in the dark, and chaos rolled around again.
"Oxu Mi emptily confines the sky, get up!"
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
In an instant, endless starlights rose up from all around the chaos, forming a terrifying array directly outside the Nine Lights Conferred God Formation.
"Fuck! Come on, have you made a mistake?"