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Mangcang ancient country, mangcang emperor palace.

The ancient emperor of mangcang, together with the ancestors of the eight empires, gathered together.

He discussed how to deal with the evil spirit Yang Fan and his army.

Soon, all the people unanimously decided to gather the strength of the nine countries, take the initiative to attack, and finish their meritorious work in one battle. With the momentum of destroying the withered and decaying, Yang Fan and his evil spirit army will be destroyed at one stroke.

Waiting for the evil spirit army to attack, the only one waiting for them to be defeated in the end is their share. The nine empires in the southwest are very good exceptions.

Not only their nine kingdoms, they were able to summon those kingdoms to attack the southwest.

Although these kingdoms are not as powerful as their respective empires, let alone compared with the ancient kingdoms which have been inherited for over 10 billion years, the power of tens of nearly 100 countries is still a huge force that can not be ignored, that is, to completely subvert one or more empires.

Just then...

a slightly joking voice sounded in the hall.

"You want to unite against this seat? That's a good idea, but you don't have the chance. "

"Who is it?" Including the ancient mangcang emperor, the nine strong ones changed their faces, and a deep fear flashed through their eyes. The nine of them were not weak. The last time, each of them had the cultivation of seven false saints. The strongest one controlled the twelve false saints. The coming ones could still get close to them quietly. It is conceivable that the terror of their strength may have surpassed it There are twelve false saints, thirteen false saints, even higher.

Quietly, the ancient mangcang emperor pressed an organ under the throne.

"Pooh ~ ~"

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

At the next moment...

a very young figure, dressed in black and looking about 20 or so, appeared in the eyes of the public. He was plain and looked like a rich man who did not know any martial arts.

But it was such an ordinary teenager that he let an imperial ancestor exclaim, "ah, evil spirit Yang Fan, is it you?"

After the nine emperors were destroyed in succession, Yang Fan had a hand. For the image of Yang Fan, the ancestors of each Empire were already familiar and could not be cooked.

In a flash, everyone's breath was stagnant, and their eyes were full of fear, and even faintly filled with panic. The bark of trees, the names of people, and the strong suppression over and over again, the strength of Yang Fan had a bottom in their hearts. It was not impossible for them to have at least 15 false saints, or even 16 or 17 false saints.

Although the nine of them are the ancestors of a country and the top powerful people in the Yangyun region, even so, the nine people can at most fight against the 14 false saints. One 15 false saints can easily suppress them. Besides, the evil spirit Yang Fan is likely to have more than 15 false saints.

"Yang Fan, what do you want to do? I'm in the ancient palace of mangcang, which is not a place for you to run wild. " The ancient emperor of mangcang suppressed the panic in his heart and forced him to calm down.

"You've all discussed how to deal with this seat, but you still ask me what I want to do?" Yang Fan chuckled, then his face was cold, and said, "dare to calculate this seat, this seat will take your life."

"Boom ~ ~ ~"

one side of the phagocytic black hole suddenly emerged and shrouded away towards the nine strong men such as mangcang ancient emperor.

He said he would fight as soon as he said, and he would not give the ancient emperor mangcang a chance to speak.

"Damn it, you bastard, block it. My emperor has already informed the ancestor that he will be able to get here in a few minutes, and that will be the time when the beast will die." The ancient emperor of mangcang swore and drum his way.

Hearing this, the spirit of the ancestors of the eight Empires was immediately shaken, surpassing this Yang Fan. They did not expect it, but they still had a chance to hold it for a few days. As long as this Yang fan can be solved, the evil spirit army will surely have no leader, and they will be able to easily defeat them and sweep the southwest.

They have full confidence in mangcang's ancestors. They are one of the strongest in Yangyun region. As early as hundreds of millions of years ago, they were already a pseudo saint of seventeen doctrines. Now, even if they have not broken through to eighteen false saints, they will not be much better.

What's more, he will be able to exert his great strength in the ancient times.

"MD, spell it."

"Success or failure is at stake."

"The art of reincarnation, the power of reincarnation, bless me."

...

as soon as the ancestors of the eight empires clenched their teeth, they came up with their own means of pressing the bottom of the box. One of the fifteen false saints, even the stronger ones, could not be underestimated, even if they only held their rest time.

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

in an instant, their momentum soared, and their cultivation strength increased rapidly at the speed visible by flesh and eyes.

The weakest one, at this time, was no less powerful than a nine false saints. The breath of the strongest twelve false saints was even more likely to surpass the thirteen false saints and pursue the fourteen false saints.However, the most terrifying thing is the ancient manghuang emperor, who directly crossed from nine false holy places to fourteen false holy places, directly across one big secret realm and five great realms.

The ancient state is the ancient country, and its sharp means are far from comparable to ordinary empires.

"Roar ~ ~ ~ give it to the emperor."

"Broken, six samsara fist."

...

"bang ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~ ~"

the four men of manghuang ancient emperor broke out their strongest attacks almost at the same time.

The power of terror smashed the whole palace into pieces in an instant. In all directions, large to large spaces, all the palaces collapsed into slag.

"Ah, how can this be..."

the face of the nine people of the mangcang ancient emperor is unbelievable. Their nine strong men, at all costs, have made a unique strike. The power contained in them has absolutely surpassed that of a fifteen false saints, and they will suffer a great loss if they are not careful.

But what did they see? It was so effortless to swallow up their attacks in an instant.

"Ha ha... Are you still your former self?"

Yang Fan sneered and scorned in his eyes. If he had been six months ago and wanted to take over the nine people of the ancient mangcang emperor, it would not be easy. He would have to pay some price. Although the fighting power of the sixteen false saints was far less than that of the seventh level intermediate Saints, he barely stepped into the threshold of the sixth level intermediate saints.

Unfortunately, this time is different from the past. After swallowing a large amount of Hongmeng purple Qi and hundreds of false saints, the fighting power of my master is advancing by leaps and bounds. The strength of these sub bodies is also rising.

All of them have reached the seventh level intermediate level of holy reverence, and among many seven level intermediate saints, they can be called top-notch.

It's a matter of time.

"Boom ~ ~"

the phagocytic black hole continues to roll down.

"Ah, no ~ ~"

the old emperor mangcang changed his face and wanted to escape, but the space around him had been completely blocked, so he could not escape. He could only watch the black hole crashing into his body.

...

"evil, stop it."

"Boom ~ ~"

a terrible breath of eighteen false saints swept out of the eastern sky, rolling like a tide, rolling towards the Yangfan.

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