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Qinglin Imperial City, sky.

"Boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"

a bright green awn suddenly cuts through the void, and in an instant, it is a million miles away from Yangfan.

It revealed thirteen powerful and powerful terror men.

Pseudo saints are all powerful pseudo saints.

In particular, the middle-aged man in the blue kylin armor of the center is a pseudo saint of seven doctrines. In terms of cultivation, it is no less than the son and daughter of the top holy palaces.

"Ancestor, we are saved."

All of a sudden, the panic in the hearts of countless foreigners in the imperial city of Qinglin was swept away. The old ancestors were the first strong ones in the Qinglin empire. Even in the whole Yangyun region, they were the top ranked ones. Besides, there were so many false saints of the royal family who helped to defeat the devil.

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"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 we still underestimate these indigenous people from the mainland." Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. These thirteen pseudo saints alone could almost satisfy the hundreds of pseudo saints in the Lingwu holy palace. This is only a pot As an ordinary Empire, the strength of the Qinglin empire is far from enough in the 1080 regions of the whole continent of origin, not to mention the top 1000, or even the tens of millions.

In this continent of origin, perhaps these aborigines are their real enemies.

Vaguely, Yang Fan's mind began to waver.

But soon, the thoughts in his mind were replaced by hot and hot. Many of the 13 false saints controlled the holy principles, which were exactly what he needed. Among the 40 holy principles he controlled, only 11 really entered the realm of great perfection. There were 29 remaining sacred principles, nine in the realm of great success, 12 in the realm of minor accomplishment, and eight in the realm of perfection, It is even more suitable for entry.

Moreover, there is a sacred law which he has already understood and has not yet been promoted. If he devours them, his combat power will certainly increase a lot.

At this moment...

"who are you? Why didn't you violate my imperial capital?" In the eyes of Qinglin Laozu, there was a touch of dense fear and asked.

"Little seven false saints, who gives you the courage to question me? Or is it just the aphids behind you Yang Fan's face scratched with disdain, but there was also a trace of confusion. Although he did not use all his strength, the power he could burst out was no less than that of a first-class intermediate sage.

If it is a pseudo saint, it must be at least twelve pseudo saints' combat power.

Qinglin Laozu and others are not weak in strength, but at most they are fighting against the nine false saints, and the twelve false saints. They are all the clouds and mud in the sky.

At the moment, they don't want to escape, but dare to appear in front of themselves, which is brave enough.

"The evil spirits outside the heaven dare to underestimate us so much..." there are twelve false saints behind him who gnash their teeth. For hundreds of millions of years, they have not been looked down upon so much, but at last they are forced to suppress their anger. Although they have something to rely on, it is the last card of Qinglin empire. It is better not to use them or not to use them.

"Hoo ~ ~" he took a deep breath, and the ancestor of Qinglin said slowly, "human beings, now that we are retreating, we should have nothing happened. Otherwise, our Qinglin empire will not be easy to provoke."

"Oh ~ ~ ~ ~ I'd like to see how the Qing Lin empire is not easy to offend." Yang Fan's voice was long, and his eyes twinkled with the banter of cat and mouse.

"Human beings, don't force me..." Yang Fan, whose eyes were dead, was almost on the edge of explosion.

"Force you? I will force you. If you have any means, you can take it out. I will blame you for not giving you that opportunity. " Yang Fan was so aggressive that he did not believe that the Qing Lin empire could have any means to turn the tables.

Even if the Qinglin Empire has any means to threaten the intermediate saints, then what?

The big deal is to summon me.

With the connection between the incarnation and the Buddha, in this region, I can arrive at most a few minutes.

"Good ~ ~ ~ good ~ ~ ~ good ~ ~ ~ human beings, you forced me..." there was a sharp flash in the eyes of the old father Qinglin, as if he had made a decision.

At the next moment...

a piece of green Unicorn appeared in his hand. It seemed that he could see the green wood Unicorn galloping.

In a flash, a breath of ancient vicissitudes broke out and swept the world.

This is a piece of blue jade unicorn's Lin film, which contains the holy power of the blue jade kylin. Once activated, it can burst out the terrorist power of twelve or even thirteen false saints. It is the strongest killer of the Qinglin empire.

If not for Yang Fan's hard work, Qinglin Laozu would never use this card.

That holy power is really gone when you use it....

it's too late.

"Boom ~ ~"

that piece of blue jade Qilin suddenly integrated into the body of the ancestor of Qinglin.

At the next moment....

"boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"

Laozu Qinglin's whole body strength is growing like a mountain collapse and tsunami. His whole body momentum is soaring wildly and rising steadily.

The body is also an inch tall, one foot... Three feet... Ten feet... Fifty feet... Hundred feet... Thousand feet... Ten feet...

in a blink of an eye, it turns into a towering spirit of terror, standing on the ground and dominating the world.

It's like a big piece of tile.

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"Jie Jie Jie ~ ~ ~ power, this is the power of the ancestors... Strong, really too strong... I have never had such power, now I can easily smash a nine false saints... Ha ha ha ha... Mole ants, shake it, Jue Wang it..."

the voice of the old Qinglin suddenly becomes a jar of sound, whirling in Between heaven and earth.

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"Si ~ ~ ~ today's ancestors are really too strong. We are totally different from our ancestors in terms of life level. Even if we join hands, we can never be the enemy of our ancestors..." the twelve false saints of Qinglin emperor family, who have already retreated for tens of thousands of miles, gasped at the giant figure like a demon 。

"Good ~ ~ ~ good ~ ~ ~ good ~ ~ ~ with the strength of our ancestors now, we can certainly kill the evil spirits of that day."

"The evil spirits outside the heaven dare to underestimate our family of Qinglin emperor. It's time for you to die."

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"this is the strongest card of your Qinglin emperor clan?" Yang Fan shook his head in disappointment. He thought it was some kind of Assassin's mace to frighten the heaven and the earth and cry ghosts and gods. It was such a means. Although Qinglin's momentum at this time was not inferior to the thirteen false saints, his power of forced promotion with the help of external forces could not compare with the real thirteen false saints, and the combat power that could be exerted was stronger than the twelve false saints Not much.

At the most, it is comparable to a top-level intermediate saint. This power, not to mention Yang Fan's original master, is his body, which is ignored.

What do you mean, man Qinglin Laozu's laughter stopped, and a little uneasy appeared in his heart.

"It's all over. Be good and be the food for our growth." Yang Fan's mouth across a cruel sneer, is a palm shot.

"Boom ~ ~"

a terrifying black hole suddenly emerged and rolled away towards the ancestor of Qinglin.

"Ah, no...

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