Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann's strength had somewhat exceeded Mang Cang Grandmaster's expectation. He never thought that this evil spirit Yang Fann not only had heaven-defying combat strength, but also his true body. He had the strength of a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint. He also had two clones that were as strong as his true self. Terrifying, truly terrifying.    

The three of them joined hands. They definitely had the ability to fight against the nineteen Pseudo Saints.    

If they were to meet them outside the city. . . He, as one of the eighteen Pseudo Saints, would not even have the chance to escape.    

Death. This evil spirit Yang Fann must die today.    

Otherwise, he would certainly become a great threat to their Green Desolate Ancient Clan.    

At this moment, Mang Cang Grandmaster no longer cared about the life and death of Ancient Emperor Mang Cang. He immediately activated the strongest foundation of their Ancient Clan - the Great Formation of Life. He wanted to kill Yang Fann with lightning speed, not giving him any chance to escape.    

The Great Formation of Life - the Divine Formation of the Clan Suppressing of the Ancient Clan. Once it was activated, it would be able to absorb the power of all the people in the Ancient City within a short period of time. Although there were many ordinary people in the Ancient City, namely Sovereigns and Quasi-Saint, there were still many of them.    

As the capital city of Archaeopterygium, the Ancient City of Mang was the undisputed number one city in the entire Archaeopterygium. Even in the entire Yang Yun Domain, it was one of the top ten cities.    

Over a billion miles in a row, the number of people in the city was more than a trillion.    

Even if it was the combined strength of several trillion ants, it was still a considerable amount. It was not difficult to kill a Emperor in an instant, let alone a few trillion Sovereign and Quasi-Saint. Besides, there weren't many Great Saints, Holy Lord, and Half-Saints among them. There were even more than a hundred Pseudo Saints among them.    

Once the power of all living beings was integrated, not to mention nineteen Pseudo Saints, even Mang Cang Grandmaster was confident that he could suppress those twenty Pseudo Saints.    

Of course, the power of the formation was incomparably powerful, and the price it paid was not small either. After casting it, Mang Cang Grandmaster was confident that he would be able to suppress them. After casting it, the entire Ancient City of Mang Cang, from his ancestor to the ordinary people, would fall into a weakened state for a period of time.    

However, as long as he could kill the Evil Spirit Yang Fann, all of this would be worth it.    

Without Yang Fann, the army of evil spirits under his command would surely be in chaos. At that time, the army of their ancient country would be able to sweep across the entire southwest.    

Once the southwest region was taken away, their Archaeopterygium's power would surely skyrocket. They would be ranked sixth among the eight ancient kingdoms of the Yangyun Region, and they would be ranked in the top three.    

There was still a little bit of excitement when he thought about it.    

"My people, raise your hands and contribute your strength to help me kill the Cosmic Evil Spirits. "    

"Yes, I will obey the Patriarch's decree. "    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Boundless power of life converged from all directions. It was like a terrifying dragon, surging into Patriarch Vast Expanse's body.    

In an instant, a terrifying power was born in Mang Cang Grandmaster's body like a landslide or tsunami. The Qi around his body increased exponentially and crazily.    

His body also started to grow at a terrifying speed. He was now 30 meters tall. 300 meters. . . 3,000 meters. . . Ten thousand zhang. . . Ten million feet. . . One million feet. . .    

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a Terrifying Giant Spirit that was more than one million feet tall. It pointed to the sky and stepped on the ground. It blotted out the sun and covered the sky. Its divine might was unparalleled and invincible.    

"Puchi! Puchi!"    

In all directions, a large expanse of space directly exploded into pieces, turning into the most primitive chaos.    

At this moment, Mang Cang Grandmaster was like the legendary chaotic Devil God, as if he was going to split the heavens and earth.    

Powerful, he was really too powerful.    

The aura around him was no less than that of the twenty-one false saints. As the power of all living beings continued to pour into him, his aura continued to rise. It was very likely that he would reach the twenty-two false saints in the end. He might even reach the twenty-third Pseudo-saint Stage.    

At this moment, Yang Fann and his two clones were dumbfounded. They just stood there in a daze, not daring to make a move, allowing Mang Cang Grandmaster to absorb the power of all living beings and increase their strength.    

Seeing this, Mang Cang Grandmaster didn't make a move immediately. Instead, he continued to absorb the energy of all living beings, hoping to push his strength to its peak.    

Currently, although he had the power to kill Yang Fann and the other two, if they were to risk their lives and fight with all their might, it might bring him a lot of harm, or even bring him an indelible Dao injury.    

However, once he advanced to twenty-two Pseudo Saints, or even twenty-three Pseudo-saint Stage, he would be able to suppress three Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warriors. That would only be a matter of a wave of his hand.    

. . .    

One breath. . . Three breaths. . . Seven breaths. . .    

Very quickly, ten breaths passed.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Mang Cang Grandmaster's body trembled, and his aura finally rose to its peak.    

Although he hadn't reached the twenty-third Pseudo-saint Stage, he had still reached the peak of the twenty-second False Saints.    

Mang Cang Grandmaster didn't continue to absorb the energy of all living beings. Otherwise, it would completely damage the source of all living beings, and even their lives.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Mang Cang Grandmaster opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden light suddenly shot out. It was as if Devil God had created the world, and the dense lines of longitude and longitude intersected with each other. The river flowed and the earth flowed, and the sun and moon passed through the sky.    

At this moment, Mang Cang Grandmaster felt that he was unprecedentedly powerful. He could even blow up the Origin Continent with a single punch. Of course, this was just an illusion after his strength had increased dramatically. If he wanted to blow up the Origin Continent, he wouldn't be able to do it even if he was a Half-Step Saint King who had just broken through to the Saint King Stage, let alone the twenty-two Pseudo Saints who had just broken through to the combat strength of High-level Holy Sovereign.    

Perhaps only the true supreme Saint King, the Lord of the World River, had the power to destroy the Origin Continent.    

. . .    

"Whoosh ~ ~ ~"    

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Evil Spirits, if it was outside the city, perhaps even I would not be a match for you. However, you should not have come to the Ancient Capital of Mang Cang. Mang Cang Grandmaster's voice was like a bronze bell, shaking people's souls. "Next year, today will be your anniversary. "    

The way he looked at Yang Fann and the other two men was as if he was looking at a dead man.    

With his current strength, three mere Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warriors were no different than ants.    

Strangely, Yang Fann didn't show any signs of fear. Instead, he looked at Mang Cang Grandmaster with a playful expression. "Old thing, you are happy too early. . . Do you know why I didn't attack you just now and allowed you to increase your strength?"    

"Un?" Mang Cang Grandmaster's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. This was also the reason why he was puzzled. Just now, he had secretly gathered a few dozen false saints from their Green Mang Ancient Clan to prevent Yang Fann from suddenly attacking and interrupting his advancement. Once the formation was forcefully broken, it would be difficult to absorb the energy of all living beings once again.    

However, in the end, none of these people came in handy.    

"Could it be that this evil spirit is hiding something? It can turn defeat into victory?"    

However, this trace of worry was quickly tossed to the back of his mind. At this moment, he still wanted to turn the tables. Was it possible?    

Right now, his strength was on par with some of the twenty-three False Saints. There was an entire Great Secret Stage and five major cultivation realms between the two of them. The gap between them was more than a billion years.    

However, right at this moment. . .    

A sudden change occurred.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Behind the three Yang Fann, a mysterious Wormhole suddenly appeared.    

"What is that?"    

In an instant, Mang Cang Grandmaster felt his heart palpitating. An extremely uneasy feeling swept across his heart, as if a great calamity was about to befall him.    

. . .