It's a big world.
The king of gods, the king of ten thousand thunder and other eight holy kings are all dull and dull, which is so unreal.
You win, Lord?
This... This... This... I'm not dreaming, am I?
It was a hundred and ten powerful kings, not one hundred and ten half step kings, nor any saints. They were so oppressed by people.
Is there anything more absurd in the world? Who would believe and who would have believed if they had not seen it with their own eyes?
This power is more than enough to sweep the hundreds of boundary rivers around. But how old they are, they are less than long live.
Gululu... Ferocious! It's really cruel!
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on a three story ship.
The son of the heavenly wizard broke out a hysterical howl. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it.
How could his own guard team fail? It was comparable to the elite guard of the top four heavenly kings.
In this triple heaven, the holy king is almost a rarity in Luohe star region, which is the invincible existence of pushing everything horizontally.
How could they be defeated, or so there is no suspense about being crushed by a strong force.
It's not true. It must not be true.
You know, it's just a treasure left by Hongyu Tianzun in the holy King's jiuchongtian realm. It's not the real Tianzun treasure. How could it be so terrible?
If a nine fold heavenly king could easily create a five fold heavenly king in just a few thousand years, then how could he have done so little.
His master, as a top sorcerer king, was almost as powerful as the demigod God. He was more than ten times stronger than that of Hongyu.
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in the starry sky.
Yang Fan's face remained the same, as if he had done a trivial thing. A group of aphids who were not even the four heavenly kings could not be suppressed. If he could not suppress them, he would have swallowed so many top-level holy medicines in vain, and he would have been purple.
The next second....
Yang Fan turns his eyes, and Sen Leng looks at the witch Saint son that day.
"Boom ~ ~"
with his right hand moving, Yang Fan directly tore the space and went to capture Wu Shengzi that day.
Those subordinates of tianwu Shengzi should be killed, but the master of tianwu Shengzi, Yang Fan will not let go.
In just a few thousand years, Wu Shengzi was promoted from a half saint to a king of heaven. He had so many powerful kings under his command. If he said that he had no big chance or great adventure, he would not believe that he killed Yang Fan.
If the witch Saint son does not die today, it will become a big problem for him in the future.
It's a stupid thing to raise a tiger. He's not stuck in the door. How can he do it.
"Ah, not good..." the face of tianwu Shengzi suddenly changed. He didn't care to shock Yang Fan why he had such terrible power.
For today's plan, first to protect their own small life is the hard truth.
"Hum ~ ~ ~ hum ~ ~ ~"
in an instant, the son of the heavenly wizard will make thousands of magic junctions.
"Poo Hoo ~ ~ ~ poo Hoo ~ ~"
it's just that the cultivation of the wizard king just demonstrated by the son of tianwu is not much better than that humble aphid under the terrible power of Yang Fan, which is comparable to the five fold heavenly king.
The thousands of sorcery boundaries are like paper paste, which can't provide any protection, so they are completely crushed.
"Boom ~ ~"
the big hand of covering the sky continues to roll down, and the terrible palm force seems to crush and blast the son of tianwu into slag.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ no..." suddenly, the son of tianwu burst out a cry of desperation. He was not reconciled. With his talent and potential, he was just a little inferior to their wizard God sons. As long as he did not fall, he would surpass his master in the future and testify to the position of demigod. It was just a matter of time. How could he fall here and fall in this way A thief's hand.
God is not fair, God is not fair!
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it's too late.
"Pooh hee ~ ~"
the space in front of the son of the wizard of heaven was rippling, and a figure suddenly appeared.
This is a Wei'an middle-aged man over ten feet tall. He is wearing a suit of animal skin and armor, and his breath is powerful. That is to say, the flying star wizard king, who has almost reached the peak of the low-level wizard king, is much worse than that of the flying star Witch King. It is totally a small wizard to see a big wizard, and there is no comparison.
"Bang ~ ~ ~"
the middle-aged Wei'an waved his hand and patted it. It was like an ordinary person beating a fly. There was no mystery. But with such a flat hand, it easily blocked Yang Fan's terrible blow.
"Uncle Xing..." seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, tianwu Shengzi immediately exclaimed, and his voice was full of joy of surviving a disaster.The heart that mentions the throat, immediately is a loose.
Uncle Xing was a strong general under his master. He had already stepped into the middle level of Wu King for thousands of years. His fighting power was very strong, even among the five heavenly kings, he was regarded as the top one.
With him in, he will be able to protect his safety, even a snow before shame.
In an instant, that just startled to retreat the killing intention, again in its heart transpiration.
"Uncle Xing, kill him, kill him for me... I want him to die, I want him to die..." the voice of tianwu Shengzi was almost crazy. Almost, it was so close that he died in the hands of this little beast.
"Younger generation, you are so brave that you dare not take the initiative to my family..." Uncle Xing looked at Yang Fan coldly and said coldly, "read that you haven't made a big mistake. I let my man go immediately, and then I can catch him. I can still give you a good time..."
his facial expression is very proud, proud of the sky, and does not pay any attention to Yang Fan.
Seems to be able to give Yang Fan a happy, that is his great kindness.
"Get caught with your hands tied? Give me a good time? You're the only one who's not ashamed Yang Fan's eyes were scorned. The strength of the man in front of him was the only one he could see at present. It was very likely that he had the fighting power of the five heavenly kings in the middle or even higher. However, he never used the real power to fight, but so far, he has not even used one tenth of a million.
"Stubborn! Younger generation, you will know later, what is called death is also a kind of extravagant hope. " Uncle Xing grinned grimly. A mole ant who can walk into the threshold of the five heaven holy king also dares to challenge him to fight against the Wu King. He just doesn't know how to live or die.
Over the years, there have been no more than 50 or 60 ants dead in his hands.
The next second....
"bang bang ~ ~"
the momentum of the Wu King of Xing war is soaring wildly, reaching an infinite height.
Endless hurricanes, like cosmic storms, burst out of his pores and swept across the starry sky.
His flesh shell began to rise at the speed of flesh to eye, ten feet... Hundred feet... Thousand feet... Ten thousand feet... One hundred thousand feet...
in the twinkling of an eye, he turned into a terrible giant with a breath of thousands of feet. His whole body breath was extremely violent, and it was not only soaring a hundred times.
All over his body, he is covered with a layer of blue hurricane, tearing the sky and the earth, and endless storms are constantly rotating around him, just like a terrible wind god who controls the cosmic storm.
The next moment....
the endless storm began to be introverted and evolved into a mysterious hurricane armor, which was draped on his body, and the mysterious holy patterns of wind twinkled on it.
Ordinary people seem to take a look at it, immediately will be intoxicated in the endless wind road, can not extricate themselves.
"Pay for your words, young man." The King opened his mouth like a sea of blood, and his voice was like a roar of gods.
At his feet, also transpiration from the road of hurricane, one by one ancient wizard lines looming.
"This power, eh, has almost reached the realm of the high five heavenly kings." Yang Fan's eyes narrowed and a touch of fine light flashed, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. As long as he was not the sixth heaven Saint King, he was not afraid of anyone.
All of a sudden, a fierce battle spirit was surging in Yang Fan's heart. It was difficult for him to find an equal opponent in his current cultivation, especially in the resource deficient area of Tiannan Jiehe.
"Oh, it's still possible to rise to war. I underestimate you." There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the Wu King of Xing Zhan. At the moment, the ordinary five fold heavenly king had already lost all his fighting spirit. However, soon, the surprise was replaced by a faint chill. "Unfortunately, you should not offend my little Lord. No one can save you from the sky and the earth."
The voice has just dropped.
"Boom ~ ~"
when the right arm of King Wu of Xing Zhan moved, he rolled his palm towards Yang Fan.
With this stroke, the Wu King of xingzhan didn't keep much of his hand. He burst out ten layers of power. The violent cosmic storm destroyed everything. The terror of power seemed to be able to destroy a primary world in one stroke. It was extremely terrifying and hopeless.
"Boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~"
the holy battle line of Lingwu world is shaking violently, and it seems that it can't bear it. The fierce palm wind will completely collapse in the next moment.
Terrible! You should know that the king of Wu in xingzhan is thousands of light years away from the world of Lingwu.
If it is closer, I'm afraid that the protective circle array has already been destroyed.
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in an instant, the hearts of countless living creatures in the world of Lingwu suddenly raised their voice,. They are extremely scared
this is definitely the biggest disaster in the world. Once the supreme Yang Fan has something good or bad, will the witch Saint son let them go that day?They don't dare to gamble, much less want to gamble.
Heaven bless the supreme, and we must surpass the strong enemy.
Lord, you must win, you must win!
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