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Qinglin Imperial City, above.

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

One after another, the brilliant green rays cut through the void at once, and in an instant, they were a million miles away from Yang Fan.

Thirteen terrifying powerhouses with majestic momentum and dominance of the wilderness were revealed.

Pseudo-saints, all of them are pseudo-saints.

Especially the middle-aged man in the cyan unicorn armor in the center was a seven-way pseudo-saint, and in terms of cultivation alone, he was no less than those top-level holy palace saints and saints.

"Ancestors, ancestors, we have been saved, we have been saved. ”

In an instant, the panic in the hearts of countless aliens in the Qinglin Emperor City was swept away, the old ancestor was the strongest person in their Qinglin Empire, even in the entire Yangyun Domain, it was the top powerhouse in the ranks, not to mention that there were so many royal pseudo-saints to help, and they would definitely be able to defeat that demon.

........

"One Seven False Saints, one Six False Saints, three Four False Saints, five Three Three False Saints, and three Two False Saints, it seems that this seat still underestimates these natives of the Origin Continent." Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, just these thirteen pseudo-saints were almost enough for the hundreds of pseudo-saints in the Lingwu Saint Palace to drink a pot, this was just an ordinary empire, and with the strength of this Qinglin Empire, among the one thousand and eighty domains in the entire Origin Continent, not to mention the top thousand powers, even the tens of millions of powers, they were far from qualified.

In this continent of origin, perhaps these natives are their true enemies.

However, soon, the distractions in his heart were replaced by the slightest blazing ~ heat, among the thirteen pseudo-saints in the control of the Saint Venerable Law, there are a lot, just what he needs, among the forty Saint Venerable Laws he controls, he really stepped into the realm of the Great Perfection, and there are only eleven of them, and there are twenty-nine Saint Venerable Laws, nine of which are in the realm of Dacheng, twelve in the realm of Xiaocheng, and eight, which are even more worthy of entry.

Moreover, there is also a Saint Venerable Law that he has comprehended and has not yet advanced, if he devours them, his combat power will definitely increase a lot.

That's when .......

"Who are you, why did you offend my imperial capital for no reason?" Qinglin Ancestor asked with a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"A little Seven Paths False Saint, who gave you the courage to dare to question this seat, or is it just these aphids behind you?" Yang Fan's face crossed with a touch of disdain, and he was faintly puzzled, although he didn't use all his strength just now, the power that could burst out was no less than that of a first-order intermediate saint.

The ship is not a science and a department, the enemy is cold, the enemy is lonely

If it is a pseudo-saint, it must be at least twelve pseudo-holy combat power.

Qinglin Ancestor and the others are not weak, but at most, they can compete with the nine pseudo-saints, and the twelve pseudo-saints, which are completely earthy.

At this moment, they don't think about how to escape, but they dare to appear in front of them, this is bold enough.

"The abominable evil spirits outside the heavens, dare to underestimate us so much......." Qinglin Ancestor and the twelve pseudo-saints behind him gritted their teeth, for hundreds of millions of years, they had not been so despised by others, but in the end they still suppressed the anger in their hearts, although they relied on it, but it was the last hole card of their Qinglin Empire, it was better not to use it or not to use it.

"Huh~~~" Taking a deep breath, Qinglin Ancestor slowly spoke, "Humans, retreat now, nothing has happened to this throne, otherwise, my Qinglin Empire is not easy to mess with." ”

"Oh~~~~ I want to see how bad your Qinglin Empire is. Yang Fan dragged out his voice, and his eyes flashed with the slightest hint of cat and mouse banter.

"Human, don't force me to ......" Qinglin Ancestor's eyes were dead, and Yang Fan was almost on the verge of breaking out.

"Forcing you? This seat will force you, if you have any means, just take it out, on the Huangquan Road in the province, blame this seat for not giving you that chance. Yang Fan was aggressive, so he didn't believe that this Qinglin Empire could have any means to turn the tables.

Even if this Qinglin Empire really had any means to threaten the Intermediate Saint Venerable, so what?

The big deal is to summon the deity.

After Qiu Keke, he learned to take over the cold

With the connection between the doppelganger and the deity, in this realm, the deity can arrive in a few breaths at most.

"Good~~~Good~~~Good~~~Human, it's all ....... you forced me" Qinglin Ancestor's eyes flashed with fierceness, as if he had made some decision.

The next moment.......

A blue-green unicorn appeared in his hand, and faintly, it seemed that he could see a Aoki unicorn galloping.

In an instant, a breath of ancient vicissitudes erupted and swept the world.

This is a sixteen pseudo-saint realm green jade unicorn slice, which contains ~ a holy power of the green jade unicorn, once activated, it can burst out of twelve, or even thirteen pseudo-saint terrifying power, is the strongest killer of the Qinglin Empire.

Hatred and hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, coldness, hatred, hatred, hatred

If it weren't for Yang Fan's hard work, Qinglin Ancestor would never use this hole card.

.......

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

"Boom~~~"

That green jade unicorn piece suddenly merged into the body of the Qinglin Old Ancestor.

The knot is far from the enemy, and the ship is not troubled

The next moment........

Jieyuan is not an enemy, and he is not angry, "Who are you, why did you offend my imperial capital for no reason?" Qinglin Ancestor's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, and he asked.

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

The strength of Qinglin Ancestor's whole body is like a landslide and tsunami, and the momentum around his body is soaring wildly and rising.

The body is also inch high, one foot taller....... Sanzhang ....... Shizhang ....... Fifty zhang ....... Baizhang ....... Qianzhang ....... Wanzhang.......

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying giant spirit that was more than ten thousand feet high, pointing to the sky and the earth, and looking at the world.

"Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~"

In all directions, the space of the large ~ large ~ piece is like a tile, all of which collapse into slag and turn into powder.

........

"The power of the ancestors....... Powerful, really too powerful....... I have never had such power, and now I can easily destroy a Nine Realms False Saint ....... Hahaha....... Ant, tremble, despair......."

Qinglin Ancestor's voice suddenly became an urn, swirling between heaven and earth.

After not the land, the ball is cold, and it is far away

.......

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying giant spirit that was more than 10,000 feet high, pointing to the sky and the earth, and looking at the world.

"Hiss~~~ Today's ancestor is really too strong, we and others are completely like a world of mud, the gap in the level of life, even if we and the other twelve join forces, it is impossible to be the enemy of the ancestor......." The twelve pseudo-saints of the Qinglin Emperor Clan, who had already exploded for more than ten million miles, looked at the majestic figure like a demon god, and gasped.

"Good~~~Good~~~Good~~~~ With the current strength of the ancestor, he will definitely be able to kill the evil spirits outside the sky. ”

"The hateful evil spirit outside the sky dares to underestimate my Qinglin Emperor Clan, your time of death has come. ”

.......

"This is the strongest hole card of your Qinglin Emperor Clan?" Yang Fan shook his head with some disappointment, thinking that it was some kind of earth-shattering killer weapon of the ghosts and gods, it was actually such a little means, although the momentum of the Qinglin Ancestor at this time was not inferior to the Thirteen Pseudo-Saints, but the strength of him to forcibly improve with the help of external forces could not be compared with the real Thirteen Pseudo-Saints, and the combat power that he could exert was not much stronger than the Twelve Pseudo-Saints.

At most, it is comparable to a top-notch first-order intermediate saint venerable, this bit of power, not to mention Yang Fan's own deity, even his clone, is not in his eyes.

"Human, what do you mean by that?" Qinglin Ancestor's laughter stopped abruptly, and there was a faint hint of uneasiness in his heart.

After the distant enemy, the enemy learns to make trouble and the grandson

"It's all over here, let's be the nourishment for the growth of this seat. A cruel sneer crossed the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, and he slapped it with a palm.

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying devouring black hole suddenly appeared, crushing towards the Qinglin Ancestor.

"Ah, no......."

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