Lei Ling Secret Realm, in the Lei Ling Temple.
The ten true legends of Saint Extreme Sect were all in horror. For example, seeing the legendary gods and demons, their eyes almost burst out of their eye sockets, and their mouths were even more swear words, even those two stunning fairies with a world-famous appearance. At this moment, I seem to have forgotten what a woman should look like! ! !
Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could there be such a monster in the world! That is the true core of the Thunder Spirit Sacred Pool. Every ray of Thunder Spirit power is terrifying, even if it is a general high-ranking emperor, if there is no defensive treasure, it will not take long to be torn by the violent Thunder Spirit power. Cracked body, not to mention such a villain with no hairs! ! !
Inside the Thunder Spirit Pool.
Yang Fan moved forward steadily. Although the power of the thunder spirits around him was terrifying, it did not hurt him at all. After half a year of painstaking practice, Yang Fan not only completed the Five Elements Demon God's battle body, but also stepped forward a lot. At this moment, its pure flesh defense , It has surpassed the general low-grade magic weapon. Once the Five Elements Demon God’s battle body is fully urged, the flesh-shell defense directly skyrocketed hundreds of times. Although the flesh-shell is more powerful than a real high-grade magic weapon, it is by no means unusual. The magic weapon of the grade is comparable, although the power of the thunder spirit is comparable to the full blow of the upper emperor, but if you want to destroy a magic weapon of the middle grade, it is still a lot worse! ! !
After ten breaths, Yang Fan finally reached the true center of the Thunder Spirit Sacred Pool.
shore.
"Five... fifty feet, he... how he... how... how..." The real voice trembled, and it was so scared that they couldn't say a complete word. According to the information they learned, the most central place of the Thunder Spirit God Pool, the power of the Thunder Spirit is violent, comparable to the full blow of the upper late emperor. Except for the high-ranking top emperor, even the top ten elders such as Ye Nantian can hardly cultivate normally in them. Among their ten true biography, many people, even if they try their best, can't get there.
His grandmother's, whether he is the true story of the headquarters or they are the true story of the headquarters, how do you feel that they are the aphids of the lower house! ! !
"Strong support, this kid must be strong support. He will come back soon, and soon..." The true voice of the most powerful white robe was a little mad, he It is the first true biography of Saint Extreme Sect, the strongest of the young generation, how could it be surpassed by such a villain.
But he was destined to be disappointed. One breath... Three breaths... Five breaths... After ten breaths, Yang Fan has no tendency to retreat in the slightest. Strength, at this time, he is at most between the elders such as Ye Nantian, and there may even be inferior, but it does not mean that they can't practice in the center of the sacred pool, and Yang Fan can't practice, in the Thunder Spirit sacred pool, The more important thing is the strength of the body. When it comes to the body, not to mention Ye Nantian and other quasi-top emperors, Yang Fan is not even a bit shy about the real top emperor.
"Damn! I, Zhao Zheng, are the strongest, that kid can do, I can do the same as Zhao Zheng..." The true story of Bai Yi clenched his fists, looking at the center of the Shenchi, the young figure secretly I swear that he would never be reconciled to let such a little devil ride on top of his head.
"Rumble..."
Zhao Zheng turned directly into a stream of light, and a fierce boy plunged into the Thunder Spirit's sacred pond, and attacked frantically toward the center of the sacred pond.
Thirty breaths later, Zhao Zheng also came to the center of the sacred pond. Unfortunately, he hadn’t waited for a few breaths of time to practice. He wowed, just a mouthful of blood spurting out. There was no middle-grade magic weapon-level meat shell defense, and he wanted to be in the center of the thunder spirit sacred pond. Cultivation is a joke at all. Although Zhao Zheng's flesh-shell defense is also powerful, it is comparable to a low-grade magic weapon! ! !
"Damn, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..." Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, roaring in his heart again and again, no matter how strong he was, and how unwilling he was, in the end he had to admit his fate and obediently withdrew from the Shenchi Center.
The center of the Thunder Spirit Pool.
Yang Fan sits cross-legged directly, half of his body is directly immersed in the sacred pond, his pores are wide, and he sucks the power of the Quartet Thunder Spirit crazily. For the ten true stories such as Zhao Zheng, Yang Fan doesn't even look at it, as long as they don't do it. Death, come to provoke himself, Yang Fan doesn't want to mess around with them, and if you have that time, it's better to refine some of the power of Thunder Spirit.
The center of the sacred pond is the center of the sacred pond. The power of the thunder spirit is pure, dozens of times stronger than the edge of the sacred pond. In such a short period of tens of breaths, Yang Fan discovered that his cultivation level has made significant progress. It doesn't take one hour to break through a small realm, and it takes up to ten days to truly enter the realm of the middle king.
But this is not enough.
"Rumble..."
A round of swallowing black holes slowly evaporated from the top of Yang Fan's head, swallowing the sky and the earth, and suddenly made Yang Fan run to the extreme, and the refining speed instantly skyrocketed more than ten times.
"Damn it! How could this kid be so fast!!!" The Ten True Legends suddenly turned pale. I thought it was a little sheep, but I never expected it, but it was an evil tiger and a dragon, and the speed of refining was terrifying. , That is, Zhao Zheng, the strongest one among them, the first true biography. It is far behind. Although this lake has a lot of thunder spirit water, it is more than a hundred meters in diameter, and the depth is more than thousands of meters, but it is the crazy practice of that little ghost. No one knows how fast it can last for a few days, one month or two months! ! !
The Ten Truths didn’t care about him anymore, they concentrated all their energy, calmly, and frantically refined the power of thunder. His grandma’s, after such a waste, maybe I didn’t even have to drink the soup. Up! ! !
Gobi's, God is your second uncle, how can people be so enchanting.
Time is like running water, very fast, just an hour has passed.
"Rumble..."
Yang Fan's body shook slightly, and his refining speed instantly skyrocketed by a notch.
"Fuck, how long has this been! Let people live!!!"
"Elder Ye, Elder Ye, where on earth did you find such a freak, Chunxin can't live with us, right!!!"
At this moment, the top ten true faxes are going crazy, and can you still play happily? How long will it take for you to break through.
Two flowers bloomed with one branch each, just when Yang Fan and the Ten Great Truths retreat and meditate.
The Eight Institutes of Martial Arts, there has been an unseen thing that has never been seen before, and it spread in the huge Extreme Sacred Mountain with lightning speed, and even swept the entire Sacred State.
"Do you know that this year's Eighth Academy Martial Arts Conference has produced a remarkable peerless evildoer!!!"
"Oh? Eight hospitals can martial? Is it possible that you are talking about the Wuya son of the Jiyang other hospital-Hai Wuya? I have also heard of this son. It can be called a peerless enchantment who is not born in the world. I am afraid of talent potential alone. Isn't it under the ten true biography!!!"
"What a boundless sea, I'm talking about Yang Fan!!!"
"Yang Fan? Forgive me for my ignorance, who is this?"
"Speaking of Yang Fan, that's terrific, even if it is my ancestor of the creation school, it is far from possible!!!"
"You are too exaggerated. The founder of the school is the supreme quasi emperor, and he is extremely talented. Not to mention my Saint Extreme Sect, even among the five hundred and ten states of the Great Shang Emperor, they are all top-notch. Isn't it Comparable to the disciples in the lower courtyard!!!"
"Huh! Say you are ignorant, you still don't admit it! Yang Fan, a disciple of the gate of Dongfang Shengzhi, the master of the Beihuang Courtyard, is only eighteen this year. During the period of the Eighth Courtyard, he passed all the way and swept through all the way, even the major Courtyards. The seed of evildoers is not the enemy of one of them. The last number one seed, Hai Wuya, even hesitated to swallow the devil, and fell into the devil's way, but in the end he was easily crushed by Yang Fan... .. Oh, forget. Let me tell you, that Hai Wuya has proven the emperor of Dao, and his combat power is catching up with the upper emperor. After falling into the devil, even the general upper mid-term emperor is not its opponent!!!
"What? What a joke about the world, a mere eighteen teenagers, even if they start cultivating in the womb, it is absolutely impossible to have such power!!!"
"Please! Even if you lie, please make up decently. If Yang Fan really has that power, I will be your son from now on!!!"
"Don't believe it! This is what Elder Ye Nantian said personally, and it has been seen by thousands of warriors in the anode state. How can it be fake!!!"
"Hey! How can there be such a monster in the world! Compared with him, all the holy sons, emperor sons, all are spicy chicken!!!"
"But this is the fortune of my sect. With this Yang Fan, the rise of my Saint Extreme Sect is just around the corner!!!"
"From now on, my Saint Sect will respect Yang Fan!!!"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: A sad life, I don’t know where it is prohibited, my friends, if there are any flowers, please comfort the sad life! ! !