Huang Lei turned into waves and made waves in his heart: "It turns out that he had done a trick on that altar long ago. But that altar has the power of gods, how did he do it?"
The altar was desolate and thundered and checked, but there was the power of God on that altar. He couldn't do anything at all. He didn't know how Yang Fan changed that altar into a trap to hunt and kill Mule Luo.
Countless divine lights gleamed, and the strength and aura of Xuluo became weaker and weaker.
After more than a dozen breaths, Xiao Hei’s breath directly broke through the peak of the false god, and directly reached the limit of the false god, and a series of spiritual patterns appeared in his body, exuding a terrifying pressure second only to the true god. .
"The false **** is at its limit! I'm not as good as a cat! It's ironic!"
Mu Xinyun fought those shadows while looking at Xiao Hei, with a trace of complexity in his eyes.
The limit of false gods is the realm of the six emperors of the ancient human race. Of course, the powerhouses of the false **** limit are also divided into three or six or nine grades, and Xiao Hei is naturally not the opponent of the six emperors of the human race. But even so, his strength is already at the top of the blue star realm.
If the Six Emperors of the Human Race hadn't integrated the core of the world, Xiao Hei would have the power to fight against them.
"Damn!! Damn!! If I'm alive, I can pinch an ant like you to death with one hand!"
Mukuro's eyes flashed with an unwilling roar, but his aura became weaker and weaker.
Xiao Hei's power aura is getting stronger and stronger.
"Meow! Become a stepping stone to the evolution of Lord Meowbatian!"
The spirit swallowing divine pupil on the small black forehead opened and swept towards Mukuro whose breath had fallen into the realm of a false god.
A twisted and weird black light gleamed, and Mukuro was sucked into the little black spirit swallowing pupil.
Numerous weird and incomparable spiritual threads plunged into Mukuruo's body at once, slowly eroding Mukuruo's body bones, refining Mukuruo's remnant soul.
Click!
The heart of the **** on the altar burst open, turning into countless dust and drifting away in the wind.
"unfortunately!"
A trace of regret passed in Yang Fan's eyes.
After all, Mukuro is a fallen true god. His power has long since disappeared as time goes by. Even if he is resurrected, he will not be able to possess the combat power of his heyday, and he must recover after a long period of time.
Xiao Hei absorbed most of the strength of Mukuro, and only evolved to the limit of false gods, unable to continue to evolve.
Click! Click! Click!
As soon as Mukuro was swallowed by Xiao Hei, numerous cracks appeared in that space and began to collapse.
Yang Fan and his party suddenly appeared in an empty plain. On that plain, the ground cracked and countless magma poured out from the ground.
In that open plain, there is only one old tree that is 10,000 meters high and has begun to wither. Countless phantoms turned into strips of tentacles extending from the ancient tree, fighting against the cloud, the deserted thunder and the war.
"Meow! Go to hell!"
The little black pupils turned into two whirlpools at once, and a spirit swallowing divine light blasted from the crystal on his forehead, hitting the ancient tree with one blow.
The old tree twisted, as if wailing waves.
Xiao Hei directly pounced, opened his mouth to bite the ancient tree fiercely, abruptly bit out a remnant soul of the ancient tree from the ancient tree, and swallowed it in one bite.
"Golden evolution points +40 trillion."
As soon as the remnant soul of the ancient tree was swallowed by Xiao Hei, a line of information appeared.
Huang Leihua and smiled slightly: "Thanks, Yang Fan! Thanks to you this time! Otherwise, this time we are afraid that we will be doomed."
If it hadn't been for Yang Fan to make a move, once he was successfully resurrected by Naru Luo. Everyone present will be the food for His recovery.
Once the true gods are resurrected, their strength will be very weak. Even so, it is not desolate and able to compete.
Yang Fan looked expectantly towards Huang Lei and looked at him: "I hope to get a more affordable thank you gift. I still lack a super quality medicine from the therapist department."
Those super-magic drugs are very difficult for Yang Fan to get. But for Huang Leihua and such a true god's heir, it is not a big problem.
"I just have one of the super-magic medicine of the therapist department, I have it for you!"
When the deserted thunder was turned and the hand turned, a crystal bottle appeared directly and threw it directly to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan said, "Thanks!"
With that super-grade magic medicine of the therapist department, Yang Fan can advance to become a pseudo-god powerhouse! Once Yang Fan advances to the pseudo-god, his combat power will increase more than ten times. The survival rate on this Blue Star Mountain will also increase dramatically.
Huang Leihua said: "Yang Fan, it's fate that the three of us can meet here. How about making friends?"
Huang Lei transformed into a true god, and he was always arrogant. However, Yang Fan was actually able to imprison Xiao Hei, a powerhouse at the limit of a false god. He was naturally willing to put down his body and make friends with Yang Fan.
Yang Fan said: "Okay!"
Mu Yunxin also nodded slightly.
Huang Leihua and proposed: "The mountain of Cangxing is dangerous, how about we act together?"
Yang Fan said, "Sorry, Brother Huang Lei! I still have important things to do and cannot walk with you."
Mu Xinyun said: "I have another goal, I can't walk with you!"
Huang Leihua and heroic smiled and said: "Well, we will see you next time! Yang Fan, Mu Xinyun, if you come to the Empire of Thunder in the future, you must come to me. I will take you to enjoy the scenery of the Empire of Thunder. "
"Then I'll go one step ahead!"
Yang Fan nodded slightly, his figure shook into a streamer and disappeared.
Mu Xinyun also left quickly.
Huang Leihua and the back who watched Yang Fan disappear thoughtfully: "False **** limit! This time the fight for the core of the blue star realm world seems to have added another powerful opponent. However, if Yang Fan had won the blue star realm. The core of the world may be good."
In a hidden cave.
Yang Fan took out the three super-quality magic medicines, swallowed them in one mouthful, and then activated the secret method. The divine fire in his body burned wildly, and countless demi-god powers boiled. Those three super-quality magic medicines released extremely powerful energy and became the fuel of the divine fire.
In Yang Fan's brain, a pseudo-god core slowly condensed and formed.
"Does it consume 100 mythological evolution points to condense a round of skills?"
"Yes!"
With a thought in Yang Fan, 100 mythological evolution points disappeared, submerged in his brain, and began to condense a new round of skills.
A circle of shadows also slowly emerged in Yang Fan's mind.
An extremely powerful pseudo-god power permeated Yang Fan's body, submerged in the demigod skills, and finally extended to the circle of new skills, forming new pseudo-god skills one after another.
"Yang Fan."
"In the early days of false gods."
"God core evolution rate is 1%!"
"Strength 130,000 (+100,000), Agility 130,000 (+100,000), Defense 130,000 (+100,000), Spirit 130,000 (+100,000), Intelligence 130,000 (+100,000), Physical 130,000 ( +100,000
"Pseudo-God Skill [Pseudo-God Body] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Five Elements Pseudo-God Body] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [The Body of the False God] is a quality elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Holy Pseudo-God Body] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Human God-Pseudo-God Body] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Pseudo-God Body of Wind] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Pseudo-God Body of Imagination] Quality Elite."
"Pseudo-God Skill [Pseudo-God Body of Ice] Quality Elite."
In the ring of shadows, there were also seven enhanced skills that strengthened the bodies of various pseudo-gods, which made Yang Fan's combat power soar to a terrifying level. As soon as he advances to the pseudo-god, his combat power is far surpassed by the mid-level powerhouse of the ordinary pseudo-god.