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Daxia Empire, Ningyang branch.

This is one of the top three powerful branches in Central China. Even in the 36 branches of the warlock Association of the great Xia Empire, it is much better than that of Mingxia branch. It is not a grade at all.

Now, in this branch of Ningyang, there are twenty-four warlock kings of four grades, and more than 600 of them are of one, two or three grades.

These warlock kings alone can almost compete with a middle-level deity.

Not to mention, in this branch of Ningyang, there are five warlock emperors in charge.

If the warlock wants to break the emperor's position, he will not be cautious about the king.

However, at the moment, the whole branch of Ningyang seems to be shrouded in a terrible shadow. All of them, including the five warlock emperors, have a dignified face and can't hide their hesitation and uneasiness. There is a kind of dark cloud pressing the city, the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

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Ningyang branch, center, a grand palace.

"Boom..."

all of a sudden, a magnificent golden armor was middle-aged, blindfolded and bright, just like a chaotic demon who created the world and tore the world apart.

"Evil god, finally let me wait for you..."

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"what? Is that evil god coming? " On the left and right sides of Jinjia middle-aged, the five warlocks were shocked. In their eyes, there was a trace of uneasiness and panic.

The terror of that evil god has long been thunderous. With their own efforts, they have destroyed the seven major branches in the western region, not to mention three of the nine branches in the central part of the country. No, there should be four of them now, and they have fallen into the hands of that evil God.

The warlock emperor who fell in his hands directly exceeded 30. There were even top half step gods like the emperor. It was terrible.

The God King is strong, that evil god is absolutely the God King strong one, even is not just promoted so simple.

If it had not been for the Qianming ancestors who were in charge of their Ningyang branch, they would have been far away.

It's not brave, it's stupid to stay and die, knowing it's not an opponent!

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"Pooh..."

the void twisted and Yang Fan stepped out one step.

"Bang long..."

a brilliant golden light, from the branch center of naningyang, soars into the sky, like a column, running through the heaven and earth.

The next second...

Qianming Laozu walks out slowly from the golden light. His breath is majestic and wild, and his every move is full of supreme power!

All around the void, are slightly trembling, as if to bow down to its courtiers, worship!

Br. "there are two masters in the middle level

But soon, Yang Fan's eyes were full of hot light. Looking at the eyes of the Qianming ancestor, it was like a hungry wolf in that color who saw a beautiful woman. He wanted to swallow it into his stomach.

If a middle level God, that is, a middle level God King, can be killed, the power of releasing the emperor will be thousands of times more than that of the elephant emperor.

He was afraid that he would be able to jump into the top level of the realm of gods immediately. He could not expect to break into the headquarters of the sorcerer Association.

As for the warlock Association headquarters, Yang Fan said that it was absolutely deceiving to say not to be moved. Under the condition that the gods could not sleep out, this warlock Association headquarters could be said to be the biggest piece of fat in the world. No matter who was, as long as he could swallow this fat, he could immediately throw other cosmic masters and quasi masters of the universe far behind, so as to seize the opportunity for the eternal heart struggle!

At this time...

Qianming's lips moved and he said, "evil god, you have finally fallen into my hands. How dare you even destroy the twelve Branches of our sorcerer Association, hundreds of millions of warlocks. It's really a dog's gall. Today, I will ask you to regret coming into this world."

"Boom..."

the terrible killing opportunity, like a long river in the starry sky, rises from Qianming ancestors, stirs up endless clouds, and changes the world.

They have never suffered from the rise of warlocks for several years.

Blood debt, only blood can wash away!

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"knife

"Hum..."

a wisp of golden light rips the sky, and an ancient golden one handed sword falls into the hands of Qianming ancestors.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

with a knife in hand, Qianming Laozu's whole body momentum soared wildly, climbing day by day, like a star storm sweeping the sky.

The whole person seems to be transformed into a supreme Dao. The overlord in the Dao is unrivalled and extortionate!"Puff, puff, puff, puff...

the invisible Sabre Qi, cutting in all directions, and countless spaces, there are faint tiny cracks.

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"hiss... Good... Terrible pressure. Is this the power of the ancestors?"

"Gululu... Fear... Terror, it is really too terrible, just a little pressure, let me despair, can not rise a little resistance."

"With our ancestors here, we will be able to defeat that evil god, and we will be able to do so!"

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the five warlock emperors took a breath of cold air one after another, but a restless heart was put down a lot.

In particular, the warlock king at the top level had the most profound experience. He had once faced a low-level God King, but the feeling that the low-level warlord gave him was far less than that of their ancestors.

The old ancestor is not an ordinary low-level God King. He may have stepped into the middle level God King state.

No matter how strong that evil god is, it is impossible for him to enter the realm of middle-level God King.

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"there is no smell of evil things and monsters. It seems that, as the emperor knows, if the warlock emperor wants to be promoted to the king of gods, he must integrate all the forces of ghosts and monsters he has cultivated..." Yang Fan was thinking, and there was a glimmer of hopelessness in the depth of his pupils.

If the ants, there are a few King level ghosts, demons, then everything will be perfect, then his combat power will be improved.

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"evil god, you are proud to die under my divine sword."

"Ants like things dare to bark in front of me and die for me!" In Yang Fan's eyes, there was a flash of opportunity.

"Boom..."

the whole body's breath is no longer reserved, and it erupts madly. A terrifying force more than ten thousand times more powerful than the thousand Ming ancestors erupted from Yang Fan's body.

After destroying five branches in Central China, there were 16 warlock emperors, 1500 warlock kings, and tens of millions of ordinary warlocks. Yang Fan's fighting power was not only released to the high-level realm of gods, but also stepped into the intermediate level domain gods.

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"ah... No, high... High level God King, you are a high-level God King... Ah, how could this happen, how could this be so..." Qianming ancestor was so shocked that he burst out a heartrending wail.

From the beginning to the end, he just regarded Yang Fan as a low-level God King. At most, he was the best among the low-level gods. He never thought that Yang Fan was a middle-level God King, let alone the high-level God King.

When tracking Yang Fan, he saw the residual strength of each major division. It was definitely the power of the low-level God King.

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"you... You have been hiding your true power? You've been counting me from the beginning? "

Suddenly, Qianming Laozu seemed to think of something, pointing to Yang Fan shivering.

"Hidden power? How about you? "

Yang Fan sneered, which is really brain tonic. He never thought about hiding anything. His power is unsealed every moment. There is no need to hide anything. His opponent is too weak to let him do his best.

The next second...

"Pooh..."

Yang Fan's body moved, tearing the void directly and killing the Qianming ancestor.

"Die!"

"Boom..."

with a grim smile, Yang Fan directly put his head under his palm.

Internal strength, full strength!

"Ah... No, the divine power burns, kills the God!"

"Hum..."

a beautiful blade rips the sky like a meteor, and its speed surpasses thinking. This is the strongest sword of Qianming Laozu, which condenses all his strength.

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"Pooh..."

Yang Fan clapped his palm on the awn, and the power of terror shattered everything, and the bright awn broke into pieces and crumbled into powder.

The gap between a big secret realm and a few big realms can not be made up by desperate efforts.

"Boom..."

Yang Fan's right hand is constantly expanding in the sight of Qianming Laozu, just like the hand of the God Emperor revealed from the epic and myth, directly seizing the whole mind of Qianming Laozu.

"Bang..."

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the author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: ah, it's a little bit too late. It's cold to die at night, and it's hard to type with trembling hands. It's even later. I hope you can forgive me.

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