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It's a big world, starry sky.

"Ah ~ ~ ~ this... How can this be? You... You are the king?"

The Lord of jiuxiao burst into a hysterical howl, and his voice was almost crazy. After merging a piece of holy King's leg bones, his strength was far beyond the scope of banbu Shengwang. Under the holy king, there was hardly any enemy, unless there was also the remains of the holy king on his hand, or a real weapon of Taoism.

However, what he saw, Yang Fan burst out of the breath, actually more than today's he, more than a thousand times more powerful.

He could not think of the second possibility except for the real king.

The road is in the world. How could there be such a monster in the world? He is not long live, not long live.

At this moment, the Lord of jiuxiao forgot to continue to attack Yangfan.

"You know something about aphids." Yang Fan looked at the Lord of jiuxiao, his voice was calm and did not deny. Although he has not yet been confirmed as the holy king, Xiaocheng's Hongmeng is immortal and his combat power is not inferior to that of the ordinary king. If you add the eighty-six principles of the holy king under his control, the terror of his combat power is better than that of the ordinary king Holy king.

Absolutely have that qualification to be called a holy king.

"Saint... Holy king, it's really the holy King..." although the Lord of jiuxiao had already guessed that Yang Fan might be a holy king, but when Yang Fan admitted frankly, he still couldn't accept it. His eyes were blank, and his spirit seemed to be emptied.

He is strong, that is to say, the thirty-six and a half steps saint is only a slightly stronger mole ant in his eyes. However, in front of the real king, he is nothing at all. In the final analysis, it is just the remains of a fallen king, and in the erosion of the force of time, the power has already gone seven or eight times.

Time is merciless, better than the king, and it is impossible to be immortal. Maybe the Supreme God has that possibility.

...

"how could this happen

"How could he be the king? No, it's not true. It must not be true."

"The road is not fair, the road is not fair, how can we be so biased towards this Yang Fan."

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in the starry sky, a group of half step kings collapsed completely. I can't believe this scene. Is there anything more absurd in the world than this?

Don't mention them. They are all stupefied. Their wide mouth seems to swallow an goose egg. Although they have never doubted that their master (Yang Fan) can testify to the throne of the holy king, that is, to break through the Holy Land and become a God, they have not a trace of doubt, but in their view, it must be at least a million years, tens of thousands of years later Love.

In particular, Lingwu Shengzun and others have an impulse to see a fake Yangfan. Is this still what they know?

When they were separated from Yang Fan, what kind of cultivation strength did they have? It seems that they only had high-level holy Zun's combat power. How long has it been now? It's less than 600 years.

How could you have become the king's supreme?

The gap between them can not be described by words at all.

Than a beggar, turned a change, directly became the emperor's horror.

If this is spread out, let alone the Tiannan boundary river, that is, the huge Emma boundary, and even the entire boundary sea, will be shaken by it. Before long live, to be exact, who will believe and dare to believe the holy king who is less than 2000 years old?

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in the starry sky.

Yang Fan is surrounded by purple air. His breath is incomparable. He is like a God on the high. He comes to the world and the king comes to the world.

"Well, that's it." Yang Fan's voice is indifferent, just like announcing a trivial matter.

Yang Fan didn't pay attention to the Lord of jiuxiao, who fused a piece of holy King's leg bone. Unless the real king was born again, Yang Fan could treat it carefully.

The next moment...

"boom ~ ~"

the movement of Yang Fan's right arm is a palm toward the master of jiuxiao.

There is no mystery at all. However, it is such a common palm that the Lord of jiuxiao is completely despairing and unable to resist.

"Bang ~ ~"

the sky is falling apart.

The body of the Lord of jiuxiao was smashed and exploded.

Soon, the breath of the Lord of nine clouds quickly dissipated.

The king's leg bone, the power of the origin of life is more than half of the holy King's leg bone, and the Lord of jiuxiao, who is almost exhausted with oil, has no power to regenerate with blood.

"Hum ~ ~"

a golden light rose from the explosion center, with a speed of more than tens of times faster than that of the thirty-six half step king. In a flash of ten thousand, it passed several light years.It's a matter of time.

"Boom ~ ~"

a big purple hand fell from the sky and held the golden light in his hand.

It shows a golden leg bone with immortal breath. It's not the holy King's leg bone.

Compared with the master of jiuxiao, this leg bone of the holy king is the real tonic. Yang Fan has a feeling that if it is devoured and refined, its effect will be better than that of swallowing ten statues, 36 steps and half steps of the holy king.

Holy king, half step king, and half step difference, are creatures on two levels of life.

Even if it's just a leg bone, it's far from comparable to those half step kings.

Such a great tonic, how can Yang Fan let him slip away from under his own eyelids. As early as the Lord of jiuxiao took out the leg bones of the holy king, Yang Fan had already fixed his eyes on him.

...

"has the meteorite fallen? The Lord of jiuxiao has just fallen? "

"This... How could this be possible?"

"False, it must be false."

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in the starry sky, many and a half step saints are frightened. Even if they have already prepared in mind and know that the master of jiuxiao is not Yang Fan's opponent, the gap is too big. If one move, just one move, the master of jiuxiao will be completely destroyed, and his body will not exist.

This is totally beyond their imagination. It should not be like this. Even if the Lord of jiuxiao is really defeated, he has to support a few moves.

But soon, the shock in my heart was replaced by endless panic.

Even the master of jiuxiao, who combined the leg bones of the holy king, was easily killed by Yang Fan. What else can they take to fight with Yang Fan? You know, if all of them are together, it is very difficult for them to be the opponent of the Lord of jiuxiao.

"No, no, I can't. We have been practicing hard for hundreds of billions of years. How can we fall here if we have today's accomplishments?"

"No, grandfather. I can't die. I can't die."

"Run away! Run away now. "

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"bang ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"

in a flash, a group of half step kings turned into the light of Taoism and fled in all directions. All the disciples, grandchildren and ethnic heritage were left behind by them.

The world is big and the earth is big.

Grandfather, I'm too small to save my life. I don't have so much leisure time. I care about you.

As long as you can not die, the ethnic group will be destroyed, and the clan will disappear.

With their strength, they can easily create another ethnic group and establish a foundation.

Half step king in front of Yang Fan, as weak as ants, but does not mean they are really weak.

It's hard to say the top-level world, but for a high-level world like Lingwu world, if a half step king wants to, he can easily occupy it and become the master of the big world.

"Want to escape? Come to my seat, please

Yang Fan's eyes twinkled, and the holy spirit power of nabizhi's supreme king suddenly penetrated his body and turned into a pair of invisible hands. In an instant, he captured the scattered half step king and dragged them to Yang Fan. Even the king of demons and the Lord of truth could not get rid of the thirty-three and thirty-four and a half step saints.

We can see the horror of the powerful, that is, the thirty-six and a half steps of the holy king, which can slightly arouse their attention.

"Oh, no, my Lord, spare your life, spare your life."

"Give me a break. I gave up. I gave up."

"Roar! Yang Fan, you beast, you can't die easily. I curse you... "

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Lingwu world, the main hall of the holy palace.

"Gululu ~ ~ ~ captured ~ ~ ~ captured, all the half step kings were captured by the master (Yangfan)... Powerful, the master (Yangfan) he is really too strong..." Yuan Long Zhen Wang and others, who have not yet recovered from the shock of Yang Fan's blow to the Lord of jiuxiao, trembled again and swallowed hard. They were 267 half step kings Even some of the top half step kings were captured by their master (Yang Fan) in an instant. It was horrifying.

Invincible, Lord (Yang Fan) he is really invincible in this Tiannan boundary river.

"Hahaha ~ ~ ~ OK, OK, good, everybody, it's time for us to go. Today, we must let those scumbags come back and never come back..." the king of Yuanlong laughed, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. Although they have not suffered too much in the past 20 years, even in general, the top saints of the half step king who fell down from the United Army are much more than them It is an indisputable fact that he has been suppressed in the world of Lingwu and can not go out.

Now, the opportunity for revenge has finally arrived.

Finally, the real king of Yuanlong seemed to think of something, and told a top-ranking holy one below, "hurry up, inform the old master, the old lady and them, the Lord is back..."........

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