Invincible Bloodline

Ancient Emperor Mang and Old Ancestor The Eight Empires had used all their skills. In a desperate battle, their combat strength could be said to be very strong. Ordinary sixteen pseudo-Holy Capital experts had no choice but to retreat. However, the current situation was different from the past. For the other false Saints, half a year had passed. Not to mention half a year. . . A hundred years, ten thousand years. . . It was impossible for him to make much progress, but Yang Fann, this monster. . . He had made a qualitative leap, and as his true self's strength increased by leaps and bounds. . . The strength of his clone had also increased tremendously, and his combat strength had become even more terrifying. He was comparable to a peak Seventh Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign.    

This was the strength of a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint, and it was also the strength that could only be possessed by the best of those Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warriors. It was simply not something that Ancient Emperor Mang and the others could contend against.    

Even if he used the Forbidden Arts, it would still be the same.    

. . .    

In less than a breath's time.    

"Pcht ~ Pcht ~ Pcht ~ Pcht ~"    

The terrifying Devouring Black Hole destroyed Ancient Emperor Mang Cang and the other nine expert's attacks as easily as crushing dry weeds. It crashed into the nine expert's bodies, wanting to forcefully devour them.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"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.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rip. . . "    

The Eastern Void was torn apart like a curtain, and a terrifying figure like Devil God appeared in the sky.    

This was a middle-aged man wearing a black Qilin armor. He was 30 meters tall, and his entire body was like a sea of blood. His head was like a mountain, and his eyes were like the sun and moon. Anyone who looked at him would only need to look at him. His aura was ten million times stronger than that of that man. Ancient Emperor Mang, who had used the Arcane Art, didn't stop there.    

Mang Cangyu - the Old Ancestor of Archaeopterygium. An old monster who had lived for tens of billions of years.    

At this moment, his cultivation base had clearly broken through to the eighteenth Pseudo-saint Stage, and it wasn't as simple as just breaking through. Eighteen Holy Sovereign Law had already broken through to the Great Perfection Stage, and he was only a step away from breaking through to the 19th level of the False Saint realm.    

Once he took this crucial step, his strength would surely have a qualitative breakthrough. Even if he wasn't as strong as the real High-level Holy Sovereign, he still couldn't be compared to an ordinary Ninth Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign.    

Mang Cangyu was definitely ranked in the top ten in the Yang Yun Domain. Even in the entire Origin Continent, he was a top tier expert.    

However, Yang Fann acted as if he didn't see Mang Cangyu at all. The power of the Devouring Black Hole didn't decrease at all. It devoured the Ancient Emperor Mang Cang and Old Ancestor The Eight Empires, completely suppressing them.    

"Roar! Evil creature, how dare you! "    

Mang Cang Yu was so angry that the Buddha appeared and the Buddha ascended to the heavens. In front of him, the old ancestor of the Ancient Clan, he actually dared to suppress the Ancient Emperor of the Ancient Clan. This was totally slapping his face, the face of this old ancestor.    

If he wasn't afraid of the safety of the Ancient Emperor Mang Cang, he would definitely let the evil spirits of this world know of his methods.    

Yang Fann curled his lips in disdain. A mere eighteen false saints really thought of him as a figure.    

"Evil creatures, let them go now. I'll spare your life. " Mang Cangyu withheld the anger in his heart and said.    

"Spare my life? Just you?" Yang Fann gave Mang Canyu a contemptuous look. Eighteen Pseudo-Saints' combat strength was equivalent to an Eighth Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign. Compared to the current him, they were only a level stronger. It was easy to defeat him, but if he wanted to leave, Mang Cangyu would never be able to stop him.    

"Bastard, don't think that you have some ability. Don't forget that you can look down on others. This is the Desolation Emperor Palace. " If it was somewhere else, he was not confident. He would leave a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint behind, but the Desolation Emperor Palace was different. Here, not to mention a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint. . . Even if there were 18, or even 19 Pseudo Saints, He was confident that he wouldn't be able to make it.    

At this moment. . .    

"So what if it's the Desolation Emperor Palace? I'd like to see if you have the ability to keep us here. " A slightly provocative voice sounded from Mang Zhangyu's side.    

"What? There are still people?" Mang Cangyu's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, another mocking voice rang out, "Some people don't have any ability, but their mouths are powerful. "    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Two streams of light cut through the Void and landed on Yang Fann's left and right sides, revealing two Black-Clothed Youth and two Black-Clothed Youth. Young Man, who was carved from the same mold as Yang Fann.    

When he realized that Mang Cangyu was a fake Saint, Yang Fann informed the other two clones to come over. The Archaeopterygium was ten times stronger than an ordinary empire. The Army Of Yang Family wouldn't dare to fight against an empire like they did with an empire.    

"Hiss. . . What a profound cloning technique! Mang Cangyu's body trembled, and a trace of deep fear flashed across his face. Normally, the strength of a clone was far weaker than the true body. However, those two clones gave him the feeling that they weren't any weaker than the original body, and that they were definitely not weaker than a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint.    

The combination of three Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint experts. . . This was especially the case when it came to this kind of clone and the original body. It was even more terrifying than those twin brothers who shared the same thoughts. Even the nineteen false saints might not be their match.    

Considering Mang Cangyu's cultivation base, he wasn't able to tell what was happening with Yang Fann's three clones. His first impression was that Yang Fann's clone was the real Yang Fann.    

But soon, a trace of relief flashed across Mang Zhangyu's heart. He was glad that he was in the Mang Cang Emperor Palace, the lair of the Ancient Clan. If he encountered this monster somewhere else, he would be the one to lose.    

It was unknown whether he would be able to keep his life. There was only one difference between the eighteen false saints and the nineteen false saints. The difference in quality was just like the difference between a Ninth Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign and a First Grade High-level Holy Sovereign. It was not an exaggeration to say that there was a gap in the level of life between them. A First Grade High-level Holy Sovereign. As long as he was willing to pay some price to kill a Ninth Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign. . . It wasn't difficult at all.    

No, they couldn't leave the Desolation Emperor Palace alive.    

Otherwise, it would be difficult to kill this evil spirit.    

Very soon, the coldest killing intent appeared in Mang Cangyu's heart.    

Mang Canghong. For the sake of my Archaeopterygium. I can only let you down.    

At this moment, Mang Cangyu made up his mind. Even if he gave up on Ancient Emperor Mang, he would still kill Yang Fann and his two clones.    

Although Mang Cang Ancient Emperor was a rare expert of their Ancient Clan, they could still afford to lose it. It wasn't enough to shake the foundation of their Ancient Clan.    

Among the various empires, the nine Pseudo Saints were the Old Ancestors. Each of them was the pillar of the empire. Some of the lower ranked empires, such as Qinglin, Du Long, and the others, did not even have a single Pseudo Saint. However, in an ancient country like Archaeopterygium that had existed for over ten billion years, more than ten of them were the pillars of the ancient country.    

"Hmm? This old thing is determined to kill us. " The clone of Yang Fann frowned slightly and said.    

"Junior, you will all be able to rest in peace after witnessing the strongest killing move of our Green Mang Clan. " Upon hearing this, Mang Cangyu no longer concealed the killing intent in his heart as he coldly said, "The Grand Formation of Life has been activated. The power of all living things, gather in my body. "    

"Ah, it's the Old Ancestor. The Old Ancestor is summoning us. "    

"Children of the Ancient Clan, raise your hands and offer your strength to help the Old Ancestor kill the evil devil. "    

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