The sea of Lingwu, the sea of Red Ling.
Just now they were so powerful and prestigious, they regarded Yang Fan and his party as the easily extinct ants. At this moment, they completely became quails. They were all trembling, not even the slightest disrespect, and they continued to laugh. , Shouting that all this is a misunderstanding.
The shadow of the tree, the name of the person.
Although Lingwu Holy Master Xiao Lansheng is their descendant, if they are considered to be of age, they are not even as good as theirs, but their strength is so powerful that they can't keep up with them, even if they are the strongest Golden Dragon Holy Master among them, they are born compared to Xiao Lan. , There are more than a hundred thousand miles away, and there is no comparability at all.
That is under the sages, truly invincible, ordinary half-step saints can suppress ten, eight, or even more with a wave of their hands.
"Misunderstanding? No malice?"
Lingwu Saint Master Sen sneered, really thinking that this is the fledgling boy
If it hadn't been for Yang Fan's assassin's skill, that they could not say the hope of their Lingwu Sacred Palace, they would have been harmed by these gangsters in this way.
"Boom..."
The most tyrannical murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Holy Master Lingwu, like the ancient ferocious beast that had been thoroughly angered, with murderous auras rushing into the night, as brilliant as a pillar.
"Ah! Not good..."
The complexion of the Golden Dragon Saint Lord and the fierce crocodile suddenly changed, no longer caring about other things, the mana in the body burned wildly, and the speed was raised to the extreme all of a sudden.
"Innocent! If even your few long worms can escape under the eyelids of this seat, the Holy Master of the Lingwu Holy Palace in this seat will be the end." The Holy Master Lingwu sneered, even if he is now, it's just that. A clone is far less powerful than the deity in case, but it is not what so few ants can imagine.
"Boom..."
While speaking, the Lingwu Saint Master waved his right arm, which was a palm.
In the void, an eternal divine light descended from the sky, and in an instant, it evolved into a big purple and gold hand. This big hand, I don’t know how many miles, covering the sky and the sun. The whole body is haunted by the purple aura, like strips of purple. The real dragon hovered in its four directions, dancing wildly, twisting, winding...
"Ah! Don't, my lord forgive me..."
The big Zijin hand shook lightly, as if the whole world had been held in his hand by him, and the screaming begging for mercy stopped instantly.
After a breath.
In the palm of the Holy Master Lingwu, there was an extra purple crystal the size of a human fist, and among the purple crystals, one could vaguely see a dragon and four crocodiles swimming.
It wasn't who else the Golden Dragon Sage Master and the Fierce Sisha could be.
"Hi... Is this the power of the Lord Lord? Sure enough, I am still a long way from these strongest people." Looking at the purple in the palm of the Lord Lingwu Crystal, Yang Fan's heart shook slightly. It was a half-step saint, two peak saint masters, two late saint masters. The lineup was luxurious. He is now, and he can only flee desperately against them. Unable to stop the Lord of the Lord with a light palm, more importantly, this is only a clone of Lord Lord of the Lord, and the strength is far less than that of the deity.
A clone has such terrifying power, so how terrifying should its deity be
The murderous aura on the Spirit Martial Lord's body was gathered, and a soft smile appeared on his face again, "Yang Fan, these five thieves are here. If you want to kill, you will leave it at your disposal."
After that, the Lingwu Saint Master handed the purple crystal beads in his hand to Yang Fan. Although the five Golden Dragon Saint Masters are all treasures, even the two most advanced late-stage Saint Masters are both top and low-grade quasi-sages. A weapon, like the golden dragon holy master, it’s easy to exchange middle-grade quasi holy artifacts, but for this, the Lingwu holy master is not in the eye. As the master of the Lingwu holy palace, don’t talk about the quasi holy artifact Now, there are no real sacred artifacts. As long as these wicked animals can bring him closer to Yang Fan, it's worth it.
With Yang Fan's talent, surpassing him is only a matter of time, and even surpassing all the saints of their Lingwu Sacred Palace is not difficult.
The seven-star quasi-sage who is less than fifty years old, this talent is really too bad.
"Thank you Holy Lord."
Yang Fan was not polite, and took the purple crystal bead. There was a scorching heat in his eyes. As long as the five beasts were swallowed and refined, his combat power would truly enter the realm of a half-step saint. , Even in the half-step saint realm, it is not a weak person.
"Huh? Yang Fan didn't want to devour these five beasts, right?" Yang Fan's unabashedly hot gaze was watched by the Holy Master Lingwu without fail. In an instant, a glimmer of light appeared in his mind. He knew that what Yang Fan understood was the law of swallowing.
"No! Don't let him mess around."
Although the five beasts have been completely banned from mana and souls, they are like dead bodies, but Yang Fan's cultivation base is too far behind them. The snake swallowing elephant is not enough to describe it, and it is a little careless. , It will be overwhelming.
"Yang Fan, the way to practice, haste is not enough, there are some things, you can't be anxious..."
"Holy Lord, don't worry, I have my own measure." Yang Fan chuckled. The other seven-star quasi-sages wanted to swallow these five powerhouses. It is impossible. It is most likely to be the fate of being held alive. But Yang Fan is definitely not included, the world can not imagine the mystery of the law.
Don't talk about these holy masters, half-step saints, they are true supreme saints, if given the opportunity, he dare to swallow a swallow.
Sage Lingwu advocated opening his mouth, and wanted to persuade him, but the words reached his lips, but he let him swallow it again. Once the arrogant evildoer like Yang Fan is determined, it can't be changed in a few words.
A decision flashed in the eyes of the Holy Master Lingwu, "Yang Fan, let this seat help you last."
"Ok?"
A gleam of doubt flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, he did not understand the meaning of the words of the Lord Lingwu, the five Golden Dragon Lords had already suppressed, and there were no other enemies around.
"Boom..."
Yang Fan's body shook, and he felt an endless stream of pure and vast energy flowing into his body, the mana in his body turned, and he just wanted to get rid of that alien energy.
"Yang Fan, focus on the central god, refine the mana of this seat."
Hearing this, Yang Fan's complexion changed, thinking of something, anxiously, "Holy Lord, you..."
"It's okay, anyway, after an hour, this clone of this seat will no longer exist. Fortunately, you will be fulfilled. How much you can absorb depends on your good fortune."
Yang Fan gratefully glanced at the Holy Master Lingwu, and he noted this kindness.
Yang Fan didn't dare to waste time, and he worked hard to devour the sky and the earth, devouring the spewing and pure mana.
There is only one hour, every breath, every second is precious.
"Ok?"
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Holy Master Lingwu. The mana he had poured into his body just now had almost reached the limit of the absorption of a general nine-star great sage. I thought it should be almost at the limit of Yang Fan's refining, and even felt a little bit After all, Yang Fan is just a seven-star quasi-sage. He didn't expect his mana to be absorbed by Yang Fan as soon as he poured into Yang Fan's body, and he didn't see any reluctance.
"Okay! As expected to be the unparalleled evildoer of my Lingwu Sacred Palace, let me see where your limits are..." Sage Master Lingwu looked cross-legged with interest. And sitting Yang Fan glanced.
"Rumble..."
The mana poured into the body suddenly doubled.