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Mangcang Ancient Country, Mangcang Emperor Palace.

Emperor Mangcang and the Eight Great Empire Ancestors gathered together.

Discussing how to deal with the evil spirit Yang Fan and the evil spirit army under his command.

Soon, everyone unanimously decided to gather the strength of the Nine Kingdoms, take the initiative to attack, and finish their work in one battle, destroying the evil spirit army under Yang Fan and his command in one fell swoop.

Waiting for the evil spirit army to attack, the only thing waiting for them in the end is to be broken one by one, and the Nine Great Empires of the Southwest Territory are a good exception.

Not only the nine kingdoms of them, but they were also able to gather those kingdoms to attack the southwest.

Although these kingdoms are a single country, their power is far inferior to their major empires, let alone compared with the ancient kingdoms of Mangcang, which have been inherited for tens of billions of years, but the power of dozens of nearly a hundred countries is still a huge force that cannot be ignored, that is, to completely subvert one or even more empires.

That's when .......

A slightly playful voice sounded in the main hall.

"It's a good idea to join forces against this seat, but it's a pity you don't have that chance. ”

"What kind of person?" Including the Mangcang Ancient Emperor, the faces of the nine strong people changed one after another, and a deep fear flashed in their eyes, the nine of them are not weak, the last one has the cultivation of seven pseudo-saints, the strongest person is even more in control of the twelve pseudo-saints, the comer can still get close to them silently, the horror of the strength can be imagined, it is very likely that it has surpassed the realm of twelve pseudo-saints, thirteen pseudo-saints, or even higher.

Quietly, Emperor Mangcang pressed a mechanism under the throne.

"Puff~~~"

Sun Di's hatred is not a ghost, and he is a lonely enemy

The space in the center of the hall was torn apart like a curtain.

The next moment.......

A very young figure dressed in black, who looked like he was in his twenties, appeared in everyone's sight, this person's aura was mediocre, and he looked like a rich boy who didn't know any martial arts.

But it was such an ordinary teenager, but it made an imperial ancestor exclaim, "Ah, the evil spirit Yang Fan, is it you?"

Destroying the nine imperial capitals one after another, Yang Fan has made a move, and for Yang Fan's image, the ancestors of the major empires are already familiar with it.

In an instant, everyone's breath was stagnant, their eyes were full of fear, and even faintly filled with a trace of panic, the bark of the tree, the name of the person, the strong suppression again and again, how strong Yang Fan is, everyone has a bottom in their hearts, at least it is a fifteen pseudo-saints, or even sixteen or seventeen pseudo-saints, it is not impossible.

Although the nine of them are all ancestors of a country and the top powerhouses in the Yangyun Domain, even so, if the nine of them join forces, they will be able to fight with the fourteen pseudo-saints at most, and one fifteen pseudo-saints is enough to easily suppress them, not to mention that this evil spirit Yang Fan is likely to have more than fifteen pseudo-saint cultivators.

"Yang Fan, what do you want to do? Emperor Mangcang suppressed the panic in his heart and forced himself to calm down.

"You've all discussed how to deal with this seat, and you still ask what you want to do?" Yang Fan sneered, and then his face turned cold, and said, "If you dare to calculate this seat, this seat will want your life." ”

"Boom~~~~"

The ship is not in the dark, and Sun Qiu is making trouble early

A devouring black hole suddenly appeared, enveloping the nine powerhouses such as the Mangcang Ancient Emperor.

Fight as soon as they say, act vigorously and resolutely, and do not give the Mangcang Ancient Emperor a chance to speak.

"Damn, this bastard, everyone, stop, this emperor has already informed the old ancestor that as long as it takes a few breaths, the old ancestor will be able to rush here, and then it will be the death date of this beast. Emperor Mangcang cursed and puffed up.

Hearing this, the spirit of the Eight Great Empire Ancestors was immediately shocked, and they didn't expect to beat this Yang Fan, but they were still sure that they were just holding it for a few breaths, and even this was still an opportunity for them, as long as they could solve this Yang Fan, the evil spirit army would definitely be leaderless, and they would be able to easily defeat them and sweep across the southwest land.

For the Mangcang Ancestor, they have full confidence, that is one of the strongest in their Yang Cloud Domain, as early as hundreds of millions of years ago, he was already a seventeen pseudo-saints, and now even if he does not break through to the eighteen pseudo-saints, I am afraid that it is not much worse.

What's more, this is still in the ancient capital of the reckless wilderness, with the heritage of the ancient kingdom of the reckless, the combat power it can exert will definitely far surpass his cultivation.

"MD, fight. ”

"It's a matter of success or failure. ”

"The art of great reincarnation, the power of reincarnation, bless my body. ”

........

The Eight Great Empire Ancestors gritted their teeth and came up with their own means of pressing the bottom of the box, a fifteen false saints, or even stronger, they were definitely not allowed to be underestimated in the slightest, even if it was just to hold them for a few breaths.

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

In an instant, the momentum skyrocketed, and the strength of cultivation rose rapidly at a speed visible to the flesh ~ the eye.

The weakest person, at this time, is no less than a Nine Pseudo-Saints, and the strongest Twelve Pseudo-Saints, the aura that erupts from it is even more faintly beyond the Thirteen Pseudo-Saints, and directly catches up with the Fourteen Pseudo-Saints.

However, the most terrifying thing is the reckless ancient emperor, who directly crossed from the nine pseudo-holy realms to the fourteen pseudo-holy realms in one fell swoop, directly crossing a big secret realm and five great realms.

An ancient country is an ancient country, and its methods are far from comparable to ordinary empires.

"Roar~~~ Break it for Bendi. ”

"Shatter, six reincarnation fists. ”

.........

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

The enemy is not far away, and he is cool and cold

The four of the Ancient Emperors of the Desolation erupted their strongest attacks almost simultaneously.

The terrifying power smashed the entire shrine to pieces in an instant, and in all directions, the large ~ large ~ large ~ piece of space, the palace all collapsed into slag.

The knot is not alone, and the hatred is not the cold war of Yangke

"Ah, how can this ......."

The nine people of the Mangcang Ancient Emperor looked incredulous, their nine strong people, at all costs, a lore blow, the power contained in it, has definitely surpassed a fifteen pseudo-saints with all their strength, that is, some sixteen pseudo-saints, the slightest carelessness, will suffer a big loss.

But what they saw, the devouring black hole actually swallowed up their attack in an instant, it was so effortless.

"Huh....... Is this seat really the same as before?"

Yang Fan sneered, a touch of disdain crossed his eyes, if he was half a year ago, it would not be easy for him to take the killing blow of the nine people of the Mangcang Ancient Emperor, and he would have to pay some price, the sixteen pseudo-saints, although their combat power was far inferior to the seventh-order intermediate saint venerable, but they also barely stepped into the threshold of the sixth-order intermediate saint venerable.

It's a pity that this time is different from the past, after devouring a large amount of Hongmeng purple qi and devouring hundreds of pseudo-saints, the deity's combat power has increased by leaps and bounds, and the strength of their clones is also rising.

All of them have reached the seventh-order intermediate saint venerable realm, and among the many seventh-order intermediate saint venerables, they can be called top-notch.

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

"Boom~~~"

The devouring black hole continues to crush down.

"Ah, no~~~"

Emperor Mangcang's face changed, and he wanted to escape, but the surrounding space had already been completely blocked, and there was no way to escape at all, so he could only watch the devouring black hole crash headlong into his body.

.........

"Stop, stop. ”

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying aura of eighteen pseudo-saints swept out of the eastern sky at once, rolling like a tide, crushing towards Yang Fan.

After the end of the distant place, the battle was lonely and hated

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