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Lingwu mountains, the sixth Shaozhu palace, Shaozhu hall.

"Boom ~ ~"

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, shining brilliantly and invincible.

But vaguely, it was mixed with a trace of regret. If he was a little bit short, he would be able to achieve a perfect and semi holy state.

Unfortunately, at this critical moment, he almost swallowed up all the resources.

Don't talk about the top grade immortal crystal pulse, the holy crystal vein, that is, the best immortal crystal, almost refined by Yang Fan, there is little left.

The remaining nearly one million megabytes of fairy crystal, for ordinary semi saints, it is not a small fortune, enough for their million years of cultivation.

But in Yang Fan's hands, it's just a drop in the bucket. It's not enough for him to practice in one day.

Of course, even if there is no breakthrough to the perfect and semi holy realm, Yang Fan's cultivation strength still has a qualitative leap, which has soared tens of times.

At this moment, Yang Fan is able to sling many of the seven and eight levels of perfection and half saints just with the power of pure flesh shell. Once the magic power is used, it can sweep most of the nine level perfect and half saints.

If all the cards are played and the combat power is fully opened, even if he is not clear about his own limit, but the general five level low-level sage, who wins or loses, will have to fight again.

Terror, it's really terrible.

At that time, nadoro sage had been practicing hard for tens of billions of years, and only then did he have the cultivation of five level low-level saints. However, Yang fancai was no more than 200 years old.

If this is spread out, it must shake the whole Tiannan boundary river.

No, I'm afraid there is no one who can compare with the huge Emma boundary.

...

in front of the hall.

A white and a red figure, walking back and forth.

Two fairies, like a fire in the sky, are like a fire in the sky.

"Sister Jiahui, it's been 60 years. Why hasn't he passed the customs yet?" Yang sifan looked at the closed Hall of the young master with some bitterness. Sixty years is definitely the longest time for her and Yang Fan to be separated. Even before, Yang Fan went to a foreign country alone, but it was only 30 years.

"Sisi, don't worry. Cousin, he should be out of the customs soon." Luo Jiahui comforted her, but this is not enough. Think carefully, she has said this many times. Every year today, she will come with sifan to the little Lord hall, but never once can she see the person who makes her think so much.

Cousin, do you know Jiahui miss you.

Just then...

"click ~ ~ ~ Click ~ ~ ~ Click ~ ~ ~"

the closed door opened slowly.

At the next moment...

a young figure walked slowly out of the hall. He walked slowly, but slowly but with dignity. People could not help crawling on the ground and worshipping him.

"Ah! Brother, you're out. "

A cry, Yang sifan a quick step, toward Yang Fan.

But she is fast, and there is a person faster than her, a fiery figure, already she step into Yang Fan's arms.

"Ah, sister Jiahui, you..." Yang sifan stamped her little foot with dissatisfaction. That seat was her exclusive seat.

But soon, her face flashed a little teasing and said with a smile, "sister Jiahui, can't wait to be my sister-in-law?"

"Ah! Dead girl, you talk nonsense Luo Jiahui seems to have been trampled on her tail. She blushes and jumps out of Yang Fan's arms.

"Yo ~ ~ ~ yo ~ ~ ~ yo ~ ~ ~ I said it, sister Jiahui, you can recognize it."

"Dead girl, don't talk nonsense. I... I just... I don't...

" no? Then why do you blush? "

"You... You... I scratch your girl, I tell you to talk nonsense, I tell you to talk nonsense..."

"cluck, cluck... No, Jiahui, please forgive me, please, cluck...

...

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" is Jiahui she... She really... "Looking at the two girls in the fight, Yang Fan's heart slightly swings," no... not her, but my cousin How can we......

but somehow, there is a voice in my heart telling him what's wrong with my cousins. It's not brothers and sisters. More and more of his cousins have married their own cousins.

And do you really have the heart to watch Jiahui fall into the arms of others?

Unconsciously, the women around her flashed in Yang Fan's mind.Can I really allow them to marry other men?

...

"Hoo ~ ~"

shake off your head and mind's distractions. Forget it, everything is as it should be. Anyway, they are all immortal, with hundreds of millions of life expectancy. There is plenty of time to think about these.

"Well, Jiahui, Sisi, you two don't make trouble."

...

soon, the news of Yang Fan's successful exit swept through the sixth Shaozhu palace.

Before long, Yang Yunfeng and his wife, as well as you Nuo several women, rushed to come.

As time goes by, all of us have made great progress in their cultivation.

One after another, Younuo, the most powerful one, has reached the realm of three-star quasi saints, and even four-star quasi saints are only one step away.

During his trip to other countries, Yang Fan got a lot of resources, including many miraculous drugs and holy medicines that can improve his blood talent.

All of them were given to Yang Gufan.

Yang Fan's only lack of energy is the elixir to enhance the blood potential of countless semi saints. However, Yang Fan is the least important one.

After swallowing a lot of miraculous medicine and holy medicine, the blood potential of Yang Yunfeng and his wife has gone thousands of miles. Up to now, almost all of them can be compared with haoqian, the first young master. Especially Yang sifan, his younger sister, is chasing the first evil spirit of the alien race, the Holy Son of Shura.

If Yang fan can capture enough noble and noble Qi for them, then it is a matter of time for them to testify and become saints.

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as time goes by, three months will soon pass.

Every day, Yang Fan is not accompanied by the girls, or at the knees of Yang Yunfeng and his wife.

However, the whole sixth Shaozhu palace is operating crazily.

It is nearly 140 years before we set out for the place of origin. It is impossible for Yang Fan to waste such a long time.

However, there are so many resources in the world, and most of them are in the hands of the holy palace of Lingwu. For no reason, he can't fight with his classmates.

That foreign land is a good place. If he can plunder all the remaining resources, he will not only be able to set foot in the realm of pseudo saints, but also be able to achieve great perfection and transform into the holy body of beasts. Moreover, with his current cultivation strength, he will be able to sweep the whole foreign land.

Unfortunately, the holy prohibition of the blood river is like a natural moat, which makes Yang Fan dare not set foot on foreign lands.

If we can't plunder the big world, we can only go out of the big world and develop towards the endless starry sky.

Tiannan boundary river, vast and boundless, the world hundreds of thousands.

There are resources, let him go to the expedition, to plunder.

However, this time, Yang Fan is not preparing to go alone. He has raised his troops for a thousand days and used them for a time. So many of his strong men did not support them to have a dry meal.

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"boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"

at every moment and every moment, a large number of troops enter the sixth Shaozhu palace.

All of them are elite masters of the Yuan Dynasty, and the last time they are four-star quasi saints. Yang Fan doesn't look down on those low-level quasi saints.

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one hundred thousand... One million... Ten million... Will soon break through the 100 million mark, and the number is still soaring at a terrible speed....

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