Invincible Bloodline

In front of the Doro Sacred Palace.

The seven Qingxuan Holy Sons, who have been waiting for several years, feel anxious in their hearts. Seeing that they are only half a year away from ten years, the gate of the palace has not been opened yet.

Have you waited so long for so many years?

At this moment…

“Kab!”, “Kab!”, “Kab!”……..

The closed gate of the Holy Palace slowly opened.

The dazzling divine light bursts out from the hole~opened portal, and the rays of light are ten thousand meters wide, sweeping the entire Desolate World.

“ha ha ha …. It’s on! It’s finally on.”

“Fortunately, I persisted to the end, otherwise, I would miss the Holy Artifact .”

“I got Holy Artifact, everyone, this Holy Son is a step ahead, gā gā gā …….”

“Whh… ….”

In a burst of weird laughter, the fastest Golden Peng Holy Son among the seven monsters turned directly into a golden glow and shot towards the open portal of the Holy Palace. .

“Damn, what do you want to do with Peng Wancheng?”

“Peng Wancheng, stop for me.”

….. …

The complexion of the six Jinlin Holy Sons changed in an instant. They shouted loudly, and their steps were not slow. They all raised their speed to the extreme, chasing them to the Golden Peng Holy Son.

Being one step behind and step by step behind, we can never let Na Peng Wancheng get ahead.

It’s too late to say it’s too fast.

“Boom…”

The open portal space of the Doro Sacred Palace was distorted.

next moment …….

I saw a person stepping out of the sky. This person was dressed in a silver gown. The starlight all over his body was dazzling, and his breath was extremely noble, as if he had control of the ancient times. The Star God of the stars is coming to Mortal Dust.

“Xing Wuji, it’s you.”

“How is this possible, when did he enter?”

……..

Including the Golden Peng Holy Son rushing to the forefront, all seven of them were silhouetted, looking at the silver clothes young people walking in the air in front of them with an incredulous look. In the past few years, they But everyone followed closely guarding the gate of the palace and had never seen who entered.

Unconsciously, Yang Fan has once again changed into starlight Young Master Xing Wuji.

The Holy League is the core of the alien race. It has gathered nearly half of the power of the alien race. Even today’s Yang Fan, the cultivation base has reached the realm of Peak Holy Lord, and even refining the Demon God altar and the multi-treasure golden Tower Two Five Tribulations Holy Artifacts, battle strength are almost equal to the low-level first-tier Saints, but in a real battle with the Holy League, Yang Fan does not have full confidence to beat them.

Through the memory of Dorothy Saint, Yang Fan learned that, like the Perfection Semi-Holy, Level 4 Saint, each Level 1, according to the number of the Lord’s rules, has nine levels.

Saint is in charge of the laws of the Lord, perfect control of a law of the Lord, it is the low-level first-order Saint, the number of nine is extremely high, once you control the law of the ten Lords, you will be promoted to the intermediate Saint, the former Doro Saint is the middle-level ninth-level Saint who controls the number of twenty-nine, Eighteen Sovereign Law, as long as he understands one more Sovereign Law, he will be promoted to Senior Saint.

Unfortunately, at that step, it was stuck for 5,000,000,000 years until Saint Physique was destroyed by Mo Luo Saint, and the holy soul was wiped out. He never took that step.

But this is also normal. After the preaching and sanctification, every time you control the law of the deity, the difficulty is thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, hundreds of millions of years, or even a few billion years, no progress. That’s a lot of people.

……..

Ignoring the questions of Golden Peng Holy Son and others, Yang Fan waved his hand, and a curse seal entered the Nadala Sacred Palace.

next moment …….

“hong long long …….”

I don’t know how much The Doro Sacred Palace began to oscillate sharply, and began to shrink at a terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, it shrank to a palm-size, tumbled around the space, and fell into the palm of Yang Fan.

As a Holy Artifact of the Second Tribulation, the Doro Sacred Palace changes in size, but it is just a small matter.

Only then did the seven Golden Peng Holy Son react.

“roar! Xing Wuji, what are you doing?”

“Quickly hand over the Holy Artifact, Holy Son will spare you not to die.”

“Star Promise, don’t force me to wait for it. If you are acquainted, please quickly hand over the Holy Artifact.”

……..

In an instant, the seven Golden Peng Holy Sons Yang Fan was besieged by Tuantuan, glare like a tiger watching his prey, but no one dared to take the lead. Yang Fan’s strength was not weak, even the Azure Dragon Holy Son, who was as famous as them, was folded in his In hand, they are not inferior to them. Even if they can beat Yang Fan, they will have to pay a big price in the end. When the time comes, it will only make the Holy Artifact cheap to others.

“A bunch of ants, I haven’t troubled you yet, you guys jumped out first. Okay, it’s really good.” Yang Fan snered in his heart and lightly tossed the Dorothy Palace in his hand. A joke flashed in his eyes, “You want the Doro Sacred Palace? Just rely on your trash?”

“Xing Wuji, you don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.”

Golden Peng Holy Son seven people glared, thinking about them one by one, not Saint Race Holy Son, or Saint Race saint, under one person, the lord of above ten thousand people, when did they get so insulted? Over, it’s a crime deserving ten thousand deaths.

“hehe…A bunch of rubbish, they will talk big, and the Duoluo Sacred Palace is here. Come and get it if you have it.” Yang Fan smiled coldly, his eyes were red Guoguo’s contempt.

“Good! Good! Good! Xing Wuji, you succeeded in angering Ben Holy Son, and you died for Ben Holy Son!!!” Jin Lin Holy Son, the hottest temper, was the first to explode. People are like the furious Thunderbolt, thunderbolt riots all over, thunder rolling in, destroying everything.

next moment …….

“hong long long …….”

Jin Lin Holy Son turns into A terrifying thunderbolt blasted towards Yang Fan.

“Well, let this bullshit try Xing Wuji’s bottom line first.”

Qingxuan Holy Son and other six enchanting evildoers took a step back very tacitly.

In less than ten years, even if the evildoer is like Asura Holy Son, the strength of the cultivation base is impossible to make great progress.

But this Star Promise is different, this is the first evildoer in the history of their alien race.

Don’t anyone think it can surpass Azure Dragon Holy Son in just ten years? But the result?

Ten years have passed, how much their strength has improved, to be honest, they really don’t have much confidence.

“Young Child Wuji, die.”

“Boom……..”

Jin Lin’s Holy Son shot with a palm, In an instant, his palm swelled rapidly, and the entire palm, golden light shone, like the hand of a Spiritual God, the terrifying thunderbolt that can destroy everything flashes in the center of the palm, and the endless thunderbolt talisman is constantly disillusioning, terrifying Power seems to be able to wipe out all this world.

“A good move to the Wrath of Thunder God.”

“Lin Xiao’s battle strength has truly entered the strongest semi-sacred realm.”

“It’s over ! Young Child Wuji is afraid to escape this tribulation now.”

……..

The six faces of Qingxuan Holy Son condensed slightly and looked towards Yang Fan’s eyes flashed with the light of taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune, if Xing Wuji’s strength, compared to the lack of qualitative changes ten years ago, would definitely not be able to stop this lore, but after watching the show, In the depths of their pupils, there is a faint look of worry. The horror of Jin Lin’s Holy Son strike has truly entered the strongest semi-sacred realm. If they are replaced, they are also not sure to be able to take it down. .

And the Holy Artifact is just one thing. Once Jinlin Holy Son successfully defeats and even kills Xing Wuji, it will be them who will face Jinlin Holy Son.

“No, Holy Artifact will never fall into the hands of Lin Xiao.” This Jinlin Holy Son is already strong enough, if they are getting the intermediate Holy Artifact, they will fight with him.

Unconsciously, the eyes of the six people of Qingxuan Holy Son touched together, as if a deal had been reached.

At this moment…

“Clay chickens and pottery dogs dare to be impudent in front of this seat and die for this seat.” Yang Fan’s voice is extremely indifferent, a trifling little first-order Perfection semi-sage, I really don’t know where he has the courage, dare to hand his paw.

I have to say, it is really fearless.

“pu chi ……..”

With a move of Yang Fan’s right hand, he passed through the endless thunderbolt in an instant and pinched Jinlin Holy Son’s neck. Like catching a chicken, the Jinlin Holy Son slipped over.

………

“Ah! How could this happen, this…this…what the hell is this What’s the matter?”

“Xing Wuji, you…how could you be so strong?”

“Not true, it must not be true.”

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