Hell, sixty-six floors, within a desert world.
"Rumble..."
A five-element world with a diameter of over a million miles fell from the sky, and slammed into a gray-yellow giant scorpion that stretched for thousands of miles, and swallowed it into the five-element world.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...
The world of the Five Elements shines brightly, and begins to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. Millions of miles... 100,000 miles... .. Ten thousand miles.... Thousands of miles... ... ... one hundred miles... .. ten miles... .. one mile... .. one hundred meters...
After half a tea time.
A five-color crystal bead the size of an egg appeared again in Yang Fan's palm.
"One hundred and thirty-seven..." Yang Fan's eyes flashed, his voice faintly filled with unspeakable excitement, one hundred and thirty-seven, a total of one hundred and thirty-seven half-step saints. Before this, it was simply unimaginable. If it were in the outside world, not to mention the 137 half-step saints in three days, it would be March, three years, or even thirty years, that would not be able to suppress so many. Half-step saint.
Half-step saints, no matter which force they are in, are the top ancestors. The dragons see the head and the end, and their whereabouts are unpredictable. You can't see them casually if you want to.
In Lingwu Sacred Palace, there is no shortage of half-step saints, but Yang Fan can't suppress them frantically.
Blessed land, this heavenly hell is definitely one's own blessed land.
I should have come to this hell earlier, but I can't say that I have already surpassed the Holy Master Lingwu at this time.
Of course, Yang Fan just thinks about it, not to mention that he was not qualified to enter this hell, even if he can be allowed to enter this hell, even if he can be allowed to enter, it is not certain who suppressed and who.
You must know that in the hell of heaven, it was the seven-star high-level quasi-sage the last time, and with Yang Fan's cultivation strength at the time, even if he used the milk, he would barely be able to suppress some six-star quasi-sages, and be able to have a seven-star quasi-sage. It was luck for the saint's men to escape for their lives.
He shook his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart.
Yang Fan turned his eyes, his eyes flickered, as if he could see through the crystal wall of the plane at once, and see through everything.
"The next one is you."
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Fan wanted to tear the space apart as soon as his body moved.
"Rumble..."
A horrible and invincible force engulfed Yang Fan's whole body at once, and Yang Fan had no time to react at all, nor did he have the power to resist, just like that string puppet, he was thrown out of hell at once.
Vaguely, Yang Fan seemed to hear a voice in his ears, "Go away, kid, you are not welcome here..."
After a breath.
Yang Fan barely stabilized his figure, and realized that he was no longer in the heavenly prison, and he could not even see the shadow of the heavenly prison.
"This heavenly prison weapon spirit is really stingy enough, isn't it just suppressing the Bailai Zun half-step saint, it needs such a big anger..." Yang Fan shook his head lightly and mumbled With a sound, just a little thought, I knew who threw himself out of the heavenly hell. In the whole heavenly hell, there is that ability to do all of this. In addition to the lord of the hell that day-the spirit of the instrument, who else has it? That ability.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Prison Tool Spirit doesn’t know what Yang Fan said. Otherwise, he must explode with anger. His grandma’s, you said it’s light and handy, isn’t it just a Bailai Zun half-step saint? You must know the 66th floor of the Hell That is to say, 265 half-step early saints were suppressed. Even in the heavenly prison, all the half-step saints together, it is worth more than a thousand.
You suppressed more than one level at once, and you are still not satisfied. Why, still want to pack all the half-step saints away
With a sigh of foul breath, Yang Fan was not complaining too much. This time, overall, he made a profit, and he made a lot of money.
One hundred and thirty-seven half-step saints, if they can swallow all refining, not only can their own cultivation level skyrocket, but even their own saints of beasts can truly reach the limit of the realm of great accomplishment, even towards great perfection. The realm, a big step forward.
At that time, his own combat power will surely advance by leaps and bounds. It's hard to say that the Holy Master Lingwu, but the general veteran should not lose the power of a battle.
As the lord of the Lingwu Sacred Palace, the Lingwu Holy Master is in charge of the Lingwu Sacred Rod. Among the many great elders in the Lingwu Sacred Palace, few people will be its opponents alone.
Of course it wasn't that his cultivation was too terrifying. After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, he came from behind and surpassed many great elders, all because of the Spirit Martial Lord in his hand.
As the symbol of the holy master of the Lingwu Holy Palace and the symbol of power, the sacred rod of Lingwu is not as simple as an ordinary low-level sacred artifact, but it is not much worse than the high-level sacred artifact of the Heavenly Prison. The power of the rod, the general saint supreme, must be afraid of the Lingwu saint master three points.
Yang Fan looked around carefully, a weird smile appeared on his face. The spirit of the Heavenly Prison Tool was really cruel enough, almost all of it had gone out of the range of the Lingwu Sacred Palace.
"It's less than twelve days since the battle with the Sorcerer Sorcerer that day. Isn't this spirit being afraid that I can't rush back in time?"
As the master of the Lingwu Great World, Lingwu Sacred Palace occupies the center of the Lingwu Continent and is also the most fertile place. Its area is no less than the sum of ten top Middle Worlds. Without the help of the teleportation array, it wants to be From the boundary of the Holy Palace to the center of the Holy Palace, it is a half-step saint who has to fly for half a month or even longer.
And just now, Yang Fan released his spiritual consciousness with all his strength, and never found the shadow of a teleportation array, which showed that in order to vent his dissatisfaction, Yang Fan wanted to make himself suffer and did not want to easily return to the center of the holy palace. area.
Otherwise, with the power of the Heavenly Prison Tool Spirit, it would be easy to directly teleport oneself to the Sixth Young Master Peak.
"Do you just fly back like this?"
With just this thought, he was immediately strangled by Yang Fan and strangled in Yang Fan's cradle. Even with his strength, he would have to fly back to the center of Lingwu Holy Palace in just twelve days, he would have to be exhausted.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in Yang Fan's mind, but he thought of something.
"Fortunately I have this."
While speaking, a bright silver palm-sized silver boat appeared in Yang Fan's hands.
In an instant, the silver boat stretched directly into the wind, expanding into a hundred meters in size.
The Tianzhou Silver Light, one of the most important gifts he received, was the top-level Tianzhou second only to the holy ark of the All Saints, and it was hundreds of times faster than the Fengyun before Yang Fan.
Even with Yang Fan's current cultivation base, if he didn't use some special methods to increase his speed, it would be hard to match this Silver Light.
As soon as his body moved, Yang Fan flashed directly and boarded the Silver Light.
After sending a message to the silver light's main controller spirit to return to the sixth minor peak.
Yang Fan no longer cares about other things, just retreat and make final preparations.
After a few breaths.
"Rumble..."
A white light flashed, and an early half-step saint human race warrior appeared in front of him.
After thinking about it for a moment, Yang Fan was still ready to break through his own cultivation.
Although the Saint Physique of Ten Thousand Beasts is only one step away from the limit of Dacheng, compared with the breakthrough of cultivation base, it needs much more life origin power. Can it be in less than twelve days, Yang Fan did not have much confidence in a successful breakthrough.
"Boom..."
In an instant, a round of swallowing black holes appeared out of thin air, swallowing the early half-step saint in one go.
In an instant, the endless devouring power burst out, madly swallowing the life origin power of the half-step saint.
Yang Fan's cultivation base began to slowly increase at a steady speed.
Five days later.
The power of life origin in that half-step saint has been consumed nearly half, and his cultivation is almost about to fall into the state of half-step saint.
Yang Fan's cultivation level successfully climbed to the half-step limit of the Great Sage, and he will prove the Dao of the Eight-Star Great Sage only a little bit.
Soon, another three days passed.
The half-step saint had fallen to the Holy Lord to be exact, and even the position of the Holy Lord was somewhat unsafe.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
Yang Fan's body shook, and his whole body's momentum exploded like a landslide and tsunami, exploding exponentially.
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