Invincible Bloodline

The ten great true disciples of the Holy Ji Sect were all shocked, as if they had just seen the legendary God And Devil. Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and they kept cursing. Even the two beautiful fairies, who had unparalleled beauty, seemed to have forgotten what a girl should look like at this moment!    

How could there be such a monster in this world! That was the true core of the Lightning Spirit Pool. The power of every Thunder Soul was incomparably terrifying. Even an ordinary Highest Emperor, if he didn't have the protection of the Defensive Treasure, wouldn't it take long for his body to be torn apart by the violent power of the Thunder Soul, let alone a little demon that hadn't even grown a single hair!!    

. . .    

Within the Lightning Spirit Pool.    

Yang Fann was advancing steadily. Although the power of the Lightning Spirits around him was extremely terrifying, After half a year of bitter cultivation. . . Not only had Yang Fann mastered the Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body, but he had also taken a big step forward. At this moment, his pure Body Defense. . . It had already surpassed any ordinary Low-grade Magic Treasure. Once he used all of his strength to activate the Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . * Although the Body was not as powerful as a real High-grade Magic Treasure, it was still a very powerful weapon. However, it was still not something an ordinary intermediate magic treasure could compare with. Although the power of the Thunder Soul was comparable to Highest Emperor's full strength attack, But if he wanted to destroy a intermediate Magic Treasure, it was still quite a bit lacking!    

. . .    

460 meters. . . 470 meters. . . 480 meters. . . 490 meters. . .    

Ten breaths later, Yang Fann finally arrived at the true center of Lightning Spirit Pool.    

. . .    

On the shore.    

"Five. . . Five hundred feet. He. . . How. . . How did he. . . " The voices of the true disciples trembled. They were so scared that they could not utter a complete sentence. According to the information they had, At the center of Lightning Spirit Pool, the power of the Thunder Soul was extremely violent. It was comparable to the all-out attack of an upper-level late stage Emperor, except for the high and mighty Top-Level Emperor. Even Ye Nantian and the other ten great elders found it hard to cultivate normally in this place. And among the ten great true disciples, many of them. . . Even if they used all of their skills, they wouldn't be able to get anywhere.    

Damn it, he was the core disciple of the headquarters after all. Or were they the true disciples of the headquarters? Why did it feel like they were the aphids of the lower house?!    

. . .    

"He must be holding on. This brat must be holding on. He will return very soon. He will return very soon. . . " The white-shirted true disciple's voice, which had the strongest aura, sounded somewhat crazed. He was the number one true disciple of Holy Ji Sect, the strongest amongst the young generation. How could he be surpassed by a little devil from the lower courtyard?    

However, he was destined to be disappointed. One breath. . . Three breaths. . . Five breaths. . . Ten breaths passed. Yang Fann showed no signs of retreating. In terms of strength. . . At the moment, he was at most on par with Ye Nantian and the other Great Elders. He might even be slightly inferior. However, it did not mean that they could not cultivate in the center of the Divine Pond. Yang Fann couldn't cultivate either. In the Lightning Spirit Pool. . . The most important thing was the strength of the body. As for the physical body, Not to mention Ye Nantian and the other quasi-Top-Level Emperor warriors, even a true Top-Level Emperor warrior could do it. Yang Fann was not afraid at all.    

. . .    

"Damn it! I, Zhao Zheng, am the strongest! If that brat can do it, I, Zhao Zheng, can do the same. . . " The white-shirted true disciple clenched his fists tightly. He looked at the young figure in the center of the Divine Lake and swore to himself that he would never be willing to let a brat from the lower courtyard ride on his head.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Zhao Zheng turned into a ray of light and plunged into the Lightning Spirit Pool, crazily attacking the center of the Divine Pond.    

. . .    

Thirty breaths later, Zhao Zheng also arrived at the center of the divine pond. Unfortunately, before he could cultivate for a few breaths, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Without the intermediate Body Defense, he wanted to cultivate in the center of the Lightning Spirit Pool. It was simply a joke. Although Zhao Zheng's Body Defense was considered powerful, it was only comparable to a Low-grade Dharma treasure!    

"Damn it, I'm not willing to accept this, I'm not willing to accept this! . . . " Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and roared in his heart. Unfortunately, he was too weak. No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to accept his fate and obediently withdrew from the center of the Divine Pond.    

. . .    

In the center of Lightning Spirit Pool.    

Yang Fann sat cross-legged, half of his body immersed in the Divine Pond. All the pores on his body opened wide, crazily absorbing the power of the four Lightning Spirits. As for Zhao Zheng and the other ten great true disciples. . . Yang Fann didn't even look at them, as long as they didn't seek death. Yang Fann didn't want to mess around with them when they came here to provoke him. If he had the time, he might as well refine some more power of the Thunder Soul.    

The center of the Divine Pond was the center of the Divine Pond. The power of the Lightning Spirits was extremely pure. It was several dozen times stronger than the edge of the Divine Pond. In just a few dozen breaths of time, Yang Fann found that his cultivation base had made significant progress. He was afraid that he would be able to break through a small realm in less than an hour. In at most ten days, he would be able to break through to the intermediate King Stage.    

However, this wasn't enough.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Devouring Black Hole slowly rose from the top of Yang Fann's head, swallowing the heavens and devouring the earth. The technique allowed Yang Fann to circulate it to the limit in an instant, and the refining speed instantly increased by more than ten times.    

. . .    

"Damn it! How could this brat be so fast?!" The faces of the ten great true disciples suddenly turned pale. They thought that it was just a little sheep. They had never imagined that it would be a ferocious tiger. A Flood Dragon, the speed at which it was refined was terrifying. Even Zhao Zheng, the strongest true disciple amongst them, was far from being able to match it. Although there was quite a bit of the Thunder Soul's water in this lake, its diameter was over a thousand feet. The depth was more than a thousand feet, but the speed at which the little devil was refining the water was insanely fast. No one knew how many days it would last. A month. . . Two months!!    

The next moment. . .    

The ten great true disciples no longer cared about what he was thinking. They all focused their minds, focused their minds, and began to crazily refine the power of the Thunder Soul. Damn it, if I continue to waste it like this, then I might not even be able to drink a mouthful of soup!!    

What the f * ck, so what if the heavens are your second uncle? How can a human be like this monster?    

. . .    

Time flowed like water. Very quickly, two hours passed.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's body trembled slightly, and his refining speed instantly rose to a whole new level.    

. . .    

"Damn, how long has it been?! How long has it been!?"    

"Elder Ye, Elder Ye, where did you find such a freak?! You're just trying to make things difficult for us, aren't you?!!!"    

. . .    

At this moment, the top ten faxes were about to go crazy. Would they still be able to have fun? How long has it been before you broke through?    

. . .    

Two flowers bloomed on each side of the table, just as Yang Fann and the ten great true disciples were in secluded cultivation.    

In the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, something that had never happened before had happened to A Monster That Defies The Heavens. It spread out like a sudden clap of thunder in the huge Extreme Holy Mountain, and it even swept across the entire Holy Region.    

"Do you all know that this year, the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition has produced an incredible Peerless Evildoer?!"    

"Oh? Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition? Could it be? Are you talking about Young Master Wuya of the Ji Yang Courtyard - Hai Wuya? I have heard about this kid before. He can be said to be a peerless and enchanting woman. In terms of talent and potential, I'm afraid he isn't inferior to the ten great true disciples!"    

"What Hai Wuya? I am talking about Yang Fann!"    

"Yang Fann? Forgive me for being ignorant, but who is this person?"    

"Speaking of this Yang Fann, that's incredible. Even the Founding Ancestor of my sect is far from being even ten thousandth of what it is!! "    

"That's too much of an exaggeration. That Founding Ancestor is Quasi-emperor Paragon! Not to mention my Holy Ji Sect, even in the 510 provinces of Grand Shang Empire, his talent is considered to be at the top. How can a mere junior disciple be compared to him!! "    

" Humph! I said you were ignorant, but you still refuse to admit it! Yang Fann, the last disciple of Academy Lord, Dongfang Sheng of the Northern Wasteland Courtyard. He was only eighteen this year, and during the time of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, he was only eighteen years old. He had overcome all obstacles along the way, and swept away all obstacles in his way. Even Seeded Evildoer, who was from all the courtyards, was no match for him. The last seed, Hai Wuya, was even willing to consume the Devil King Pill and fall into the devil path. But in the end, he was still easily killed by Yang Fann. . . Oh, I forgot to tell you. . . That Hai Wuya had already reached Verbal Emperor, and his combat strength was almost on par with Highest Emperor's. After falling into the Devil Dao, not even an ordinary mid stage Emperor is a match for him!"    

" What?! What kind of joke was this? A mere eighteen years old youth, even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, he would never have such strength! "    

"Please! Even if you lie, I'll have to trouble you to make it up properly. If that Yang Fann really has that power, I will be your son from now on! "    

"Don't you all not believe me! This was the Great Elder of Ye Nantian! What the elder said was personally witnessed by tens of millions of martial artist from the Yangji Province! How can it be fake!? "    

. . .    

"Hiss! How could there be such a monster in this world! Compared to him, the so-called Holy Son and Son Of Monarch are all spicy chickens!! "    

" However, this is the fortune of our sect. With Yang Fann here, the rise of our Holy Ji Sect is just around the corner! "    

"From today onwards, our Glory Sect shall respect this Yang Fann!"    

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