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Fierce beast world, a grand canyon with thousands of miles.

Yang Fan stood in the air, his eyes flashing a terrible cold light, looked around for a while, Sen Leng said, "with this seat for so long, it's time to come out."

The reason why he parted ways with the strongmen of the imperial Protoss was that he was afraid of competing with himself for the king of fierce beasts. However, he still wanted to solve those bugs. Do you really think that his holy spirit power, which is comparable to the half step king, is vegetarian? How could he not have been aware of that point of tracking means, but had been hidden and not exposed.

"Why don't you come out? And I'd like to invite you out? " Yang Fan's eyes are fixed on one side of the void, as if able to see through everything in general.

"Yang Fan, you have some skills to discover our whereabouts." A sneer rolled in from all directions.

The next moment....

"boom ~ ~"

Yang Fan's vision of the void is directly a distortion, from which a group of powerful people with terrible breath come out.

One by one, Yang Fan's eyes are full of the most brutal murders, and several of them are eager to eat Yang Fan's meat and drink Yang Fan's blood.

However, it was the ancestor of Jinyuan who secretly left a dark mark on Yang Fan before he entered the fierce animal world.

"Yang Fan, if you are with the old emperor and God, you will not be able to do anything about you. Unfortunately, you will die on your own today next year." Jinyuan Laozu sneered, looking at Yang Fan's eyes as if looking at the dead.

This time, in order to kill Yang Fan in one fell swoop, he not only brought most of the top fake saints of the Jinlong clan, but also the top puppet saints of the allies and affiliated races.

Among them, there are only two thirty-six false saints. The number of thirty-four and thirty-five ancestors is as high as eight. There are more than forty-two other top-level pseudo saints. This line-up is too terrible. As long as we don't meet the half step saint who controls the law of the holy king, we can kill any one of the thirty-six false saints.

The ancestor of Jinyuan would not believe that Yang Fan could have the fighting power of banbu Shengwang. We should know that there are several old monsters who have understood the law of the holy king in the whole original continent, that is, the source God domain. But even so, because there is no real holy body, there is a big gap between the real combat power and the real banbu Saint King.

Yang Fan, such a young boy less than ten thousand years old, can be better than him on the first line, that is, the limit.

Today, Yang Fan must die.

"It is true that some people will die today, but it will not be us, it will be you." Yang Fan sneered. The Jinlong people wanted to kill him. Why didn't Yang Fan want to kill them? He came here alone. It was just a trick.

For their own strength, Yang Fan has a full grasp, although the lineup of Jinyuan Laozu and others is strong, but Yang Fan is confident that he can still eat.

In the final analysis, pseudo saints are only pseudo saints. If they are two top-level nine level saints, eight high-level top-level saints, and forty-two middle and low-level top-level saints, Yang Fan says that he must not be afraid of them.

"I dare to speak hard when I die. I hope your bones are as hard as your tongue." Jinyuan ancestors in the eyes of a flash of opportunity, indifference, "nine turn Jinlong formation."

"Bang long ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"

taking the ancestor of Jinyuan as the center, endless ancient dragon patterns burst out, and in an instant, enveloped a group of ancestors behind them, the strong ones.

"Oh ~ ~"

a terrible dragon chant that startled the world and sobbed the ghosts and gods.

The ancestor of Jinyuan disappeared and replaced by a nine claw Golden Dragon with unknown length.

The terrifying dragon power covers the earth and frightens the eight wastelands.

At this moment, the thirty false saints, standing in front of the nine clawed golden dragon, will be crushed to pieces by the terrible dragon power.

"Bang ~ ~ ~ Bang ~ ~ ~"

in all directions, infinite evil spirit twisted, exploded, countless spaces, completely collapsed into slag.

The nine turn golden dragon array, one of the top ranks of the golden dragon family, can't give full play to the power of this top killing array after only a few days' running in, but even if it is only seven or eight points of power, it is enough to destroy the sky and the earth and kill everything.

"Yang Fan, it's time for you to die."

The voice is somewhat like the ancestor of Jinyuan, and some specious. It is so high in the upper part, which is incomparable.

"If you want your life, you are still 100 million years earlier."

"Hongmeng does not die, open."

"Boom ~ ~"

the endless purple light, like a purple dragon, burst out of Yang Fan's whole body pore cells. The whole body momentum, climbing, crazy and soaring, the body is also rapidly rising, one Zhang... Ten Zhang... Hundred Zhang... Hundred Zhang... Thousand Zhang... Ten thousand Zhang... Million Zhang... Million Zhang... Ten thousand ZhangIn a short time, he turned into a giant nearly 100 million Zhang high, just like the chaos demon who came into the world, standing tall and arrogant.

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

this is not the end of it. The sixty-nine sacred principles, including swallowing, five elements, and destruction, all came out and flashed wildly around Yang Fan.

Yang Fan has no reservation. He has fifty-two top-level pseudo saints, and has formed a top-level killing array. He is qualified to let him do his best.

"Ah ~ ~ ~ six... Sixty nine sacred laws, you... You... You... How can you..." the nine claw Golden Dragon exclaimed, and its eyes, like stars, were almost staring out of their eyes. They couldn't believe the scene in front of them. Didn't it mean that the pseudo holy realm could only understand the 36 sacred laws?

For example, as early as billions of years ago, the ancestor of Jinyuan had already completed the 36 principles of holy respect. However, billions of years later, he still had no breakthrough and understood a new one.

Even in the vast mainland, we have never heard of anyone who has understood the 37 sacred principles. The number of four or nine is the limit of pseudo saints, which is the shackles of all pseudo saints.

Even in the evil people, after the thirty-six sacred laws were completed, they all refined a holy law, in order to change it into the king's law.

But what kind of monster is this in front of me? Not only has he broken the fate that has never been before, but also has understood the 69 sacred laws.

God, this is not one more, two, but almost doubled.

"Go to hell and ask the king of hell."

In Yang Fan's eyes, there was a flash of opportunity in his eyes, and his body moved, tearing the void directly. In an instant, he came to the nine claw Golden Dragon.

"Death ~ ~"

"boom ~ ~"

like a planet, the right fist sweeps everything. The terrible storm seems to be able to blow up the whole world of fierce beasts.

With the blessing of the sixty-nine holy principles, the horror of this blow is that Yang Fan himself is a little beyond his imagination. Especially in the past ten days, he also swallowed up the rock king, making his flesh shell strength more than double. The pure flesh shell strength is almost equal to a three-level top-level saint.

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"ah, it's not good..."

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the author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: it's really too cold, and frostbite is on the hands. The South without heating is really sad.

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