"Rumble..."
The wind is surging and the world changes color.
A terrifying coercion that was more than a thousand times stronger than the giant whale ancestor, fell from the sky and immediately enveloped the entire Sky Sea Fleet.
On the top of the Sky Sea, the face of the Great Sage of Yuanming suddenly changed. Under this terrifying pressure, he felt a sense of humbleness like an ant. The person who came was definitely a master of the Holy Master Realm, and he was not ordinary. Saint Lord, the last time is the late Saint Lord, even the peak Saint Lord is not impossible.
Otherwise, it is impossible to give him such a feeling of palpitations.
"Rumble..."
Over the Sky Sea Fleet, a majestic figure appeared like a mirage.
I don't know how many feet tall it is, and its divine light is dazzling, just like the chaos demon god who opened the world, with the sky above his head and the feet on the ground, it can support the entire world.
"Rumble..."
The divine light faded, the stalwart figure shrank sharply, and finally turned into a middle-aged white-clothed figure. His whole body was erratic and unpredictable. There was a natural trace of returning to the original.
However, between his eyebrows, there is a kind of peerless majesty that can not be concealed. Just a glance makes people have a kind of instinctive fear.
Can't help kneeling down in front of him, bowing to him in worship.
In front of Tianhai No.1 Manor.
"Hey, I didn't expect that the first holy lord who came to the door would actually be a holy lord of the human race." Yang Fan took a close look at the middle-aged white-clothed middle-aged man, and there was a touch of amazement in his eyes. He thought he would be a saint of the sea clan. Lord, I didn't expect it to come from the human race.
But soon, that touch of surprise was replaced by the slightest cold light. I hope this middle-aged in white clothes can be acquainted, otherwise, Lao Tzu will not be merciful because you are a human race.
The eyes of the middle-aged white robe scanned the entire Sky Sea Fleet, and finally fell on Yang Fan. There was a touch of unspeakable shock across the face of Gu Jing Bubo, this... this. .. ... .... How is this possible, the four-star quasi-sage, that is just a small four-star quasi-sage.
It's ridiculous to make this seat feel a hint of danger. The late saint master, this seat is a serious late saint master, who can blow away any breath, it can destroy millions. A four-star quasi-sage.
Illusion, this must be the illusion of this seat.
Can't believe it, absolutely can't believe it, even the ordinary early holy masters can hardly give him such a dangerous feeling, let alone such a small four-star quasi-sage.
Gently shook his head to shake off the absurd thoughts in my mind.
The middle-aged in white clothes opened his lips lightly, and said, "Who is Yang Fan? Come out and answer!!!" The voice was indifferent, and there was no happiness or anger.
When Yang Fan heard the words, first a soft force sent Xiao Sifan beside him back to his parents, and then he stepped into the air and walked towards the middle-aged white-clothed middle-aged in the sky, as if there was a row of invisible stairs in the sky.
Less than a breath.
Yang Fan stood level with the white-clothed middle-aged, looked at the white-clothed middle-aged calmly, and said, "This is Yang Fan."
"This junior has a bit of courage."
The eyes of the middle-aged in white clothes light up slightly, and being able to face himself so humble and unspoken is something that some early holy masters would not be able to do, but Yang Fan, a small four-star quasi-sage, did it. I have to admit that it is different from ordinary people.
"Yang Fan, for the sake of being a human race, I don't want to embarrass you. If you hand over the secret key of Saint Doro, you can go." The middle-aged white-clothed voice is so high that it seems to be able to give Yang Fan a way out. It was Yang Fan and the others who were so lucky.
"Hehe... ... what if I don't pay?"
Yang Fan sneered, what do you really think he is the supreme saint? It was ridiculous to want to hand over the secret key of Saint Doro by himself with just one sentence.
"Yang Fan, don't be stubborn." A faint sullen flashed through the eyes of the middle-aged in white clothes. Can't afford to provoke."
Yang Fan and his entourage killed the twenty-eight half-step holy masters of the Nine Great Oceans Empire in the blue sea. He also heard the news, but he didn’t care about it at all. It took more than half a month before he knew it. The twenty-eight half-step holy masters were completely wiped out, and this power was at best equal to the average mid-term holy masters.
Replaced by a late-stage holy master like him, and within no time for a cup of tea, the twenty-eight half-step holy masters can be completely erased from this world.
"There are indeed many people in the world that Yang Fan can't afford to provoke, but you are definitely not included." Yang Fan refused to give in, vying for each other, a late-stage holy lord, two years ago, he said that he must not be afraid of the third. Points, but now, that’s the dish.
"What a junior who doesn't know the height of the sky, you successfully angered this seat." The cold murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed middle-aged. In an instant, the color of the world changed, and the sun and the moon were shining.
"Enraged you? Huh! I want to kill you... ... a late-stage holy lord, swallowing you, should be worth hundreds of half-step holy lords!!!" Yang Fan's eyes clicked. There was a scorching light, which was the light the hunter looked at the prey.
"what?"
The face of the middle-aged in white clothes changed slightly, and a faint feeling of anxiety appeared in his heart. He who practiced the situation is uncertain ~ Dharma, not to mention a small four-star quasi-sage, even the pinnacle holy lord can hardly see him thoroughly. Today's cultivation base is.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
Endless brilliant light burst out from the hair of Yang Fan's whole body, brilliant and dazzling.
In an instant, it was as if a terrifying ancient fierce beast had awakened from its deep sleep, its whole body surged wildly, rising steadily, without restraint.
That one-meter-eight body is also rising inch by inch at a terrifying speed, one zhang... ten zhang... one hundred zhang... one thousand zhang... ... ... Wanzhang ... ... ....
"This..................This..................How is this possible?" Seeing Yang Fan, who is a tens of thousands of feet tall, a terrifying giant, the middle-aged white-clothed middle-aged man was horrified in his eyes. It was unbelievable. At this moment, Yang Fan’s aura that erupted has faintly surpassed the scope of the initial holy master. God, how can there be such a monster in the world, four-star quasi-sage, he is only four-star quasi-sage. Why.
The most important thing is that Yang Fan's momentum is still soaring, and he has no intention of stopping.
"Mid... ... the mid-term holy lord, Gululu...he...he...he is... true The only... Only four-star quasi-sage cultivation base?" The middle-aged in white swallowed hard, and began to doubt his eyes. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he was thinking of something. , "Difficult... .. Could it be that the town... ..... It was not his subordinates who killed the Hai Clan's twenty-eight half-step saint master, but Yang Fan himself?"
With the terrifying power that Yang Fan exploded at this moment, it was enough to kill twenty-eight sea clan half-step saint masters.
"Later... ... the late saint master, he... ... his aura... also... ... is still improving , No... not a person, he is not a person... "The middle-aged in white almost collapsed, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes, thinking that he was born. He lived for hundreds of millions of years during the Taikoo years. I don’t know how many hardships he has gone through before he has the cultivation base he has today. But Yang Fan, judging from his bone age, it is impossible for him to exceed a hundred years old.
This blow is completely difficult to describe in words.
Suddenly, the face of the middle-aged in white changed again, and he exclaimed, "You...you...you...are you a disciple of Lingwu Holy Palace?"
Such freaks and evildoers are not something small powers can have, and even many peak powers with powerful saints are impossible. In the entire Lingwu world, I am afraid that only the upper Lingwu Holy Palace has the qualifications. Up.
"Yes, this seat is the sixth young master of Lingwu Sacred Palace." Yang Fan sneered and admitted frankly.
There is nothing to conceal this identity, and he is not afraid of causing any trouble to Lingwu Sacred Palace. In the huge Lingwu Great World, the forces who dare to avenge Lingwu Sacred Palace have not yet been born.
"Misunderstanding...Misunderstanding, Your Highness, all this is a misunderstanding..."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Please ask for flowers, friends who have flowers, please don't be stingy with the flowers in your hand, let the flowers go to fifty.