The Super-Quality Medical God of the City

Chapter 918 My meaning is the sky!
In this palm, Chu Fan didn't use any martial arts or martial arts, it was completely physical strength.

In an instant, even though there was a powerful formation to suppress it, within a radius of nearly a hundred miles around the Cang Clan, countless auras suddenly gathered together, forming a huge palm tens of meters long.

With a terrifying whistling sound, the huge palm hit the word "Cang" written by the saint.

This Cang character contains the principles and principles of the Cang Clan sage, and is the essence of his lifelong practice. After feeling the crisis, Cang immediately burst out with golden light to protect himself.

Bang!
However, when these golden lights touched Chu Fan's huge palm, they made a sound like glass breaking, which was vulnerable to a single blow.

Rumble!
The phantom of the giant palm hit the word "Cang", and in an instant, countless boulders rolled down and smashed towards the Cang Clan headquarters below.

One can't breathe, and nearly one-third of the buildings in the Cang Clan's headquarters were destroyed. If the defensive formation hadn't been activated at the end, half of the Cang Clan's buildings would have been turned into ruins.

In the Cang Clan headquarters, a loud bell rang, which was the Cang Clan's siren, indicating that there was an enemy attack.

Hearing the alarm, countless Cang people were a little confused. Many Cang people had never heard the bell ringing the alarm from birth to now.

Because in today's ancient martial arts world, except for the Nine Heavens Holy Land, no one or force dares to touch the Cang Clan.

The Cang Clan also had an inseparable relationship with the Nine Heavens Holy Land. When the Jiang Clan was destroyed, the Nine Heavens Holy Land supported the Cang Clan.

The elders of the Cang clan, as well as Cang Wanxiong, the patriarch of the Cang clan, immediately rushed out to be on guard.

However, after observing for a long time, they didn't find anything abnormal, let alone any enemies.

"Cang Wanxiong, hand over Zhao Yuyue."

Just when these people were surprised, an unquestionable voice descended from the sky, like an order from God.

In an instant, everyone raised their eyes and saw an unbelievable scene.

All the Cang people wiped their eyes in unison, thinking that they had misread.

"saint?!"

The silver-haired Cang Wanxiong narrowed his eyes, feeling extremely surprised.

After seeing Chu Fan who came from the sky, Cang Wanxiong naturally also saw Cangyangzhou and Jiang Taiyuan.

"Failed?"

Cang Wanxiong's face was gloomy, and he spoke angrily.

Especially when Cang Wanxiong saw that the character "Cang" disappeared, he became even more angry.

"Underworld Lord, although you have become a saint, there are still some people in this world that you can't stand."

"My Cang Clan is not pursuing today's matter, I hope you will not be too presumptuous."

It seems that there is something to rely on, even in the face of Chu Fan who is a saint, Cang Wanxiong is not afraid.

"My Cang Clan once produced two saints, they are the real "Holy Gates", and no one is allowed to be presumptuous!"

These aristocratic families who have been born into saints have been passed down for thousands of years and have amazing heritage.

"Is it?"

Hearing this sentence, Chu Fan's face turned cold.

If Cang Wanxiong had honestly handed over Zhao Yuyue just now, it would be fine.

Now, it's too late!

Chu Fan didn't talk nonsense, and struck forward again with his palm. This time, the target of Chu Fan's blow was the Cang Clan's headquarters.

If it was hit, one-third of the Cang Clan headquarters would have been destroyed, and less than one-tenth would be left.

"Master of the Underworld!"

"Today, I will let you know that even if you are a saint, don't provoke us aristocratic families!"

Cang Wanxiong decided to give it a go and directly took out the treasure of the Cang clan.

"Saint picture!"

With a loud shout, an antique picture scroll appeared in Cang Wanxiong's hands.

The picture scroll unfolded suddenly, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared.

In this painting, there is a young man wearing a feather robe and a star crown on his head. This young man has an inexplicable arrogance in his gestures, as if he is the incarnation of the sky.

The young man in this painting is clearly the founder of the Cang Clan.

It is said that the founder of the Cang clan did not have the surname "Cang" at the beginning, but unintentionally, he got the inheritance from God and became a saint in one fell swoop, so he changed his surname to "Cang"!
"Ancestor, today our Cang clan has suffered a catastrophe, please come back!"

Cang Wanxiong spoke with incomparable reverence.

The young man on the scroll seemed to have heard Cang Wanxiong's call, and jumped off the scroll, so lifelike.

"Illusion of a saint?"

Chu Fan muttered a blow in a low voice, and he had already seen clearly the true face of this Cang clan sage.

The sage of the Cang clan is naturally not alive.

It is a divine mind of a saint, possessing the power of a saint, and can unleash several saint-level attacks.

This is enough to become the trump card of the Cang clan!

"These big families are indeed rich in heritage."

Chu Fan said with some emotion, with this sage's divine sense, the Cang Clan is enough to sweep the entire ancient martial arts world, and no one is invincible.

This is the background of the Cang clan. The other great powers that have had saints in the past probably also have some trump cards that are not weaker than the divine mind of the saints.

In an era when saints were not present, these might be the most powerful means.

Unfortunately, now they met Chu Fan.

If it was before the birth of a baby, Chu Fan would have to avoid the edge for the time being when facing the saint's divine sense, but now.

"My meaning is heaven!"

The divine mind of the Cang clan sage shouted and launched a powerful sage attack.

Numerous holy powers centered on the spiritual thoughts of the saints of the Cang clan, raging to the surroundings.

For a moment, the entire Cang Clan was shocked, and countless Cang Clan people knelt down on the ground and prayed continuously.

"The first ancestor has shown his might!"

"The first ancestor has shown his might!"

"The first ancestor has shown his might!"

The Cang clan was boiling. In their hearts, with the protection of their ancestors, no one could do anything to them, even saints were nothing.

"Kill the Underworld Lord!"

"Dare to challenge the supreme glory of our Cang Clan, the first ancestor will kill him to defend the glory of our Cang Clan!"

"Yes, the ancestor, please take the head of this little beast, let us put him in the ancestral temple, let him kneel in front of the ancestors of the Cang clan forever!"

Countless Cang people cursed Chu Fan crazily.

Even Cang Wanxiong folded his arms and waited for the good news from the ancestor with a sneer.

The first ancestor, when he was the strongest, had already cultivated to the peak of the saint, even if it was just a divine thought of the saint now, it was enough to suppress this dog.

The remains of a saint!
Thinking about Cang Wanxiong, he was extremely excited, although their plan failed and they did not get the blood of the Jiang people.

But if they can get the remains of a saint, it doesn't matter even if they run out of cards.

Cang Wanxiong is confident that if he can get the saint's remains, he can use it to refine a saint puppet.

Even if you can't make a saint puppet, you can definitely make a puppet comparable to a saint's body, which is comparable to a saint sitting in command.

Let a mortal enemy of their Cang Clan come to protect their Cang Clan forever, think about it, what a refreshing and comfortable thing it is!

"One finger to hell!"

Stepping into the void, Chu Fan pointed forward to suppress it.

Following Chu Fan's action, a more terrifying momentum than the ancestor of the Cang clan swept across thousands of miles! ! !

(End of this chapter)