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Lingwu Great World, extraterrestrial starry sky.

"Ah~~~ This ....... How is this possible, you ...... Are you the Holy King?"

The Lord of the Nine Heavens suddenly erupted into a hysterical wail, his voice was almost crazy, after fusing a piece of the Saint King's leg bone, his strength had far surpassed the realm of the half-step Saint King, under the Saint King, there was almost no opponent, unless that person also had the bones of the Saint King in his hand, or it was a real Dao weapon.

However, what did he see, Yang Fan's burst of aura was actually more than a thousand times stronger than him now.

With such a terrifying power, apart from the true Saint King Supreme, he really couldn't think of a second possibility.

The avenue is on the top, how can there be such a monster in the world, he is not yet long live, not long live.

At this moment, the Lord of the Nine Heavens was so frightened that he forgot to continue to attack Yang Fan.

"You aphid has some knowledge. Yang Fan glanced at the Lord of the Nine Heavens indifferently, his voice was indifferent, and he did not deny it, now he, although he has not yet attained the position of the Holy King, but Xiaocheng's Hongmeng Immortal Body, the combat power is not below the ordinary Saint King at all, if you add the eighty-six Saint King Laws under his control, the horror of the combat power is better than that of the ordinary Saint King, not the Saint King, but even the Saint King.

There is definitely that qualification to be called a holy king.

"Holy ...... Saint King, really Saint King......." Although the Lord of the Nine Heavens had already guessed that Yang Fan was very likely to be a Saint King Supreme, when Yang Fan admitted it calmly, he still couldn't accept it, his eyes were blank, and the spirit of the whole person seemed to be drained all of a sudden.

He is strong in fusing the leg bones of the Saint King, even the thirty-six half-step Saint King is just a slightly stronger ant in his eyes, but in front of the real Saint King Supreme, it is nothing at all, in the end, it is just the remains of a fallen Saint King, and under the erosion of the power of time, the power of it has long been gone.

Time is ruthless, as strong as a holy king, and it is impossible to be truly immortal, maybe the supreme true God has that possibility.

.......

"How so, how so?"

"How could he be a holy king, no, it's not true, it must not be true. ”

"The avenue is unfair, the avenue is unfair, how can you be so biased towards this Yang Fan. ”

.......

In the starry sky in all directions, the half-step Saint Kings completely collapsed, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them at all, the Saint King Supreme who was less than ten thousand years old, was there anything more absurd in the world?

Don't talk about them, even the Yuanlong True King and the others were stunned, and their big mouths seemed to be able to swallow a goose egg, although they never doubted that their own lord (Yang Fan) could preach the position of the Holy King, that is, to break through the Holy Realm and become a god, they did not have a trace of doubt, but in their opinion, it must be at least a million years, tens of millions of years later.

Especially Lingwu Shengzun and the others, they even had the urge to see a fake Yang Fan, is this still the Yang Fan they know?

Think about how much strength they had cultivated when they were separated from Yang Fan, it seemed that they were only high-level Saint Venerable combat power, how long had it been now?

He actually became the Holy King Supreme?

The gap between them is simply not something that words can describe.

Compared to a beggar, when he turned around, he directly became a thriller for the emperor.

If this is spread out, not to mention that there is only one Tiannan Boundary River, that is, the huge Emma Realm, and even the entire Boundary Sea will be shaken by it, less than ten thousand years old, to be exact, less than two thousand years old Saint King Supreme, who will believe it, who will dare to believe it?

.......

In the starry sky.

Yang Fan's body is surrounded by purple gas, and his breath is sacred, like a god on the top, coming to the mortal world and dominating the world.

"Alright, that's it. Yang Fan's voice was indifferent, as if announcing a trivial matter.

It's just that the Lord of the Nine Heavens, who fused a piece of the Saint King's leg bone, was not taken to Yang Fan's heart at all, unless the real Saint King was resurrected, and Yang Fan could still be treated with caution.

The next moment.......

"Boom~~~"

As soon as Yang Fan's right arm moved, he slapped it towards the Lord of the Nine Heavens.

It's mediocre, there is no mystery at all, but it is such an ordinary palm, but it makes the Lord of the Nine Heavens completely desperate, and he can't afford to resist at all.

"Bang~~~"

The sky is falling apart.

The body of the Lord of the Nine Heavens was completely shattered and exploded.

Soon, the aura of the Lord of the Nine Heavens quickly dissipated.

Fusing the Saint King's leg bones, the power of the origin of life was most of the Saint King's leg bones, and the Lord of the Nine Heavens, who was almost exhausted, did not even have the power to be reborn with a drop of blood.

"Buzz~~~"

A golden light shot up from the center of the explosion, and the speed was dozens of times faster than that of the thirty-six half-step Saint Kings, and in an instant of one ten-thousandth, it was several light years away.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

"Boom~~~"

A big purple hand fell from the sky, and the golden light was held in his hand.

A golden leg bone exuding an immortal aura was revealed, not what was the leg bone of the Saint King.

Compared to the Lord of the Nine Heavens, this Saint King's leg bone is the real great supplement, Yang Fan has a feeling that as long as he devours and refines it, its effect is better than that of devouring the Ten Thirty-six Thirty-six Half-Step Saint Kings.

The Saint King, the half-step Saint King, the difference between half a step, is two creatures at the level of life.

Even if it was just a leg bone, it was far from being comparable to those half-step Saint Kings.

With such a big supplement, how could Yang Fan let it slip out from under his nose, as early as when the Lord of the Nine Heavens took out the leg bone of the Holy King, Yang Fan had already set his eyes on him.

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"Fall...... Has it fallen? The Lord of the Nine Heavens has fallen?"

"This ...... How is this possible?"

"Fake, it must be fake. ”

........

In the starry sky of the four directions, all the half-step saint kings were horrified one by one, even if they had already prepared in their hearts, knowing that the Lord of the Nine Heavens was not Yang Fan's opponent, but the gap was too big, one move, just one move, the Lord of the Nine Heavens was completely blown up, and there were no bones.

This is completely beyond their imagination, it shouldn't be like this, even if the Lord of the Nine Heavens is really defeated, he has to support a few tricks.

But soon, the shock in my heart was replaced by endless panic.

Even the Lord of the Nine Heavens who fused the leg bones of the Holy King was easily killed by Yang Fan, what else could they do to fight with Yang Fan, you must know that all of them together, it is difficult to be the opponent of the Lord of the Nine Heavens.

"No, no, this seat has been practicing for hundreds of billions of years, so how can it fall here. ”

"No, Ancestor, I can't die, I must not die. ”

"Run! ”

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"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

In an instant, all the half-step Saint Kings turned into Dao streamers and fled in all directions, and all the disciples and grandchildren, and the racial inheritance, were all thrown out of the clouds.

The world is big, and your own life is the biggest.

Ancestor, my own life is hard to protect, where is there so much spare work, regardless of you juniors.

As long as you can not die, the clan will be destroyed, and the sect will be destroyed.

With their strength, they can easily create another race and establish a foundation.

In front of Yang Fan, the half-step Saint King seemed to be as weak as an ant, but that didn't mean that they were really weak.

It's hard to say about the top-level world, but in a high-level world like the Lingwu World, if a half-step Saint King is willing, he can easily occupy it and become the master of a big world.

"If you want to escape, come over to this seat obediently. ”

A cold glint flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the Holy Soul power, which was no worse than the Saint King Supreme, suddenly came out of his body, turning into a pair of invisible hands, instantly capturing the scattered half-step Saint King, dragging them towards Yang Fan, even the King of the Demon God, the Truth Sect Master, the thirty-three and thirty-four half-step Saint Kings couldn't break free.

The terrifying Saint King powerhouse can be seen, that is, the thirty-six half-step Saint Kings, which can slightly arouse their attention.

"Ah, don't, your lordship spares your life, spares your life. ”

"Spare me, the old man surrendered, surrendered. ”

"Roar! Yang Fan, you brute, you can't die well, this seat curses you........"

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Lingwu World, the main hall of the Palace of All Saints.

"Gollum~~~~Capture~~~ captured, all the half-step Saint Kings have been captured by the Lord (Yang Fan)....... Powerful, Lord (Yang Fan) He is really too powerful......." Yuan Long Zhenwang and the others, who had not yet recovered from the shock of Yang Fan's palm blowing the Lord of the Nine Heavens, trembled again when they saw this, and swallowed their saliva with difficulty, that was a full two hundred and sixty-seven half-step Saint Kings, and even many of them were top-level half-step Saint Kings, and they were actually captured by their Lord (Yang Fan) in an instant, which was simply terrifying and outrageous.

Invincible, the Lord (Yang Fan) He is really invincible in the Southern Boundary River on this day.

"Hahaha~~~ Okay, good, good, everyone, it's time for us to go, today, we must let those miscellaneous pieces come and go......." Yuanlong True King laughed, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, in the past twenty years, although they have not suffered too much loss, and even overall, the half-step Saint King of the fallen coalition army, the top Saint Venerable is much more than them, but it has been suppressed in the Lingwu World and is not allowed to go out, but it is an indisputable fact, and they have long been holding back a fire in their hearts.

Now, the opportunity for revenge has finally arrived.

At the end, the Yuanlong True King seemed to have remembered something, and commanded to a top-level Saint Venerable below, "Quickly, go and inform the old master, the old lady and they, the Lord is back......."