Invincible Bloodline

Mang Cang Emperor and Old Ancestor The Eight Empires gathered together.    

They were discussing how to deal with the Evil Spirit Yang Fann and his Evil Spirit army.    

Soon, everyone had unanimously decided to gather the forces of the nine kingdoms and launch an attack in one go. They would do everything in their power to destroy the Evil Spirit army under Yang Fann's command.    

They would wait for the evil spirit army to attack. In the end, what awaited them would be the destruction of each and every one of them. The Nine Great Empires in the southwest region were a good exception.    

Not only the Nine Nations, but they were also able to gather those kingdoms to attack the southwest together.    

Although these kingdoms were a single country, and their forces were far inferior to their great empires, not to mention compared to the Archaeopterygium that had been passed down for tens of billions of years, the combined strength of nearly a hundred kingdoms was still a massive force that could not be ignored. It was a total subversion of one or even more empires.    

At this moment. . .    

A slightly mocking voice sounded within the hall.    

"You want to work together to deal with me? That's a good idea. Unfortunately, you won't have the chance. "    

"Who is it?" Including Ancient Emperor Mang, the expressions of the nine great expert changed. A trace of deep fear flashed across their eyes. The nine of them were not weaklings. The weakest of them all had a Seven Taos Pseudo-saint cultivation base, and the strongest was. . . Furthermore, they had the control of twelve Pseudo Saints, and the newcomers were able to approach them without making any noise. One could imagine how terrifying their strength was. It was very likely that they had already surpassed the twelve Pseudo-saint Stage. Thirteen false saints, or even higher.    

Silently, Ancient Emperor Mang Cang pressed a mechanism under the throne.    

"Swish!"    

The space in the center of the hall was ripped apart like a curtain.    

In the next moment. . .    

A young man in black appeared in front of everyone's eyes. He looked to be in his twenties. His Qi was ordinary, and he looked like a Wealthy Young Master who didn't know any martial arts.    

However, this ordinary young man caused an old ancestor of an empire to exclaim, "Ah, Evil Spirit Yang Fann, it's you?"    

After destroying the nine great Capital, Yang Fann had made his move. Regarding Yang Fann's image, all the old ancestors were very familiar with him.    

In an instant, everyone held their breath. Their eyes were filled with fear, and there was even a hint of panic in them. The skin of a tree, the name of a human. . . After being suppressed time and time again, everyone had an idea of how strong Yang Fann was. He was at least a fake 15 Dao Saint, or even a 16 or 10 Seven Taos Pseudo-saint.    

Although the nine of them were all old ancestors of a country and top grade experts within Yang Yun's domain, even so, if they joined forces, the most they could do was fight against fourteen false saints. A single fifteen false saints was enough to easily suppress them, not to mention that this evil spirit Yang Fann might have more than fifteen false saints.    

"Yang Fann, what do you want to do? My Desolate Ancient Palace is not a place for you to behave atrociously. " Desolate Emperor suppressed the panic in his heart and calmed himself down.    

"You guys have already discussed how to deal with me, yet you still ask me what I want to do?" Yang Fann sneered, then his expression turned cold as he said, "How dare you plot against me? I will take your lives. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared, and enveloped Ancient Emperor Mang and the other nine great experts.    

He would fight if he wanted to. They were swift and decisive, not giving Ancient Emperor Mang and the others a chance to speak.    

"Dammit! This bastard! Everyone, stop him! I've already informed the Old Ancestor! In just a few breaths of time, the Old Ancestor will be able to reach this place. At that time, it will be the time of the death of this beast! " The Mang Cang Ancient Emperor cursed as he puffed out his chest.    

Hearing this, Old Ancestor The Eight Empires's spirit immediately shook. It was not an extravagant hope to defeat Yang Fann, but they were confident that they could hold him for a few breaths. In fact, this was their only chance. As long as they could get rid of this Yang Fann, the army of evil spirits would surely lose its leader. At that time, they would be able to easily defeat them and sweep across the southwest.    

They had full confidence in Mang Cang Grandmaster. That was one of the supreme experts of their Yangyun Domain. It had already become a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint a few hundred million years ago. Even if it hadn't broken through to the eighteenth level of the False Saint realm, it wouldn't be much different.    

Besides, With the resources of the Archaeopterygium, the combat strength it could display would surely exceed his cultivation base.    

"Let's go all out. "    

"Success or failure depends on this. "    

"Great Samsara Art, the power of reincarnation, support my body. "    

. . .    

Old Ancestor The Eight Empires gritted his teeth and took out all his trump cards. A fake 15 Daos, or even more powerful experts. He would never allow them to look down on him, even if it would only hold him for a few breaths of time.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

In an instant, their auras rose explosively, and their cultivation base and strength rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

The weakest of them all had an aura so powerful that it was not inferior to that of a pseudo Saint of the Nine Paths. As for the twelve most powerful Pseudo Saints, the aura they emitted faintly surpassed that of thirteen Pseudo Saints, directly catching up to that of fourteen Pseudo Saints.    

However, the most terrifying one was still the Ancient Emperor of the Desolation. He had broken through from nine Pseudo-saint Stage to fourteen Pseudo-saint Stage in one go, and had directly broken through to the Great Secret Stage and five major realms.    

Ancient countries were ancient countries, and their techniques were far more powerful than those of ordinary empires.    

"Roar ~ ~ ~ Break it for me!"    

"Break it, Six Dao Reincarnations Fist!"    

. . .    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"    

The four of them unleashed their strongest attacks at almost the same time.    

The terrifying power instantly shattered the entire Divine Palace into pieces. In all directions! A large area of space and palaces were destroyed into pieces.    

"Ah, how is this possible. . . "    

The nine of them had disbelief written all over their faces. The nine of them had unleashed a deadly strike at all costs. The power contained within it had definitely surpassed the full strength of one of the fifteen Pseudo Saints. Even some of the sixteen Pseudo Saints would suffer a great loss if they were not careful.    

However, what did they just see? The Devouring Black Hole had actually devoured all of their attacks in an instant. It was as effortless as blowing off dust.    

"Hehe. . . Do you really think that I'm still the same person as before?"    

Yang Fann sneered. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes. If it was half a year ago, it would definitely not be an easy task for him to receive the fatal blow of the nine Ancient Emperors. He might even have to pay a price for it. Sixteen false saints. Although their combat strength was far from that of a Seventh Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign, they had still barely stepped into the Rank Six intermediate.    

S and hundreds of False Saints, his combat strength had increased by leaps and bounds. The strength of these clones had also increased by leaps and bounds.    

All of them had reached the Seventh Grade intermediate, Holy Sovereign. They were considered the top amongst the many Seventh Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign.    

At that moment.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Devouring Black Hole continued to crush downwards.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

The Mang Cang Ancient God's expression changed. He wanted to escape, but the surrounding space had already been completely sealed. There was simply no way for him to escape. He could only watch helplessly as the Devouring Black Hole smashed into his body.    

. . .    

"Vile creature, stop!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying aura of eighteen false saints swept out from the eastern horizon, rolling towards Yang Fann like a tidal wave.    

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