Invincible Bloodline

The flames of war raged across the sky. One after another, the cities of the human race were completely destroyed.    

Since they couldn't do anything to Yang Fann in a short period of time, the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan would directly take the land of the human race in the Holy Heart Domain. Dong Yang Dao was the one who started the massacre. If they wanted to blame someone, they had to blame Little Son Yang Fan for being a human.    

Although all the major powers of the human race were putting their lives on the line to resist, it was all in vain under the absolute strength of the human race.    

Even if the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan didn't send out many experts, they only gathered the Flood Dragon Clan, the Dragon Dragon Clan, the Glassy Dragon Clan. . . If the subsidiary clans attacked, the human race wouldn't be able to fight them.    

Among the thousands of races in the Holy Heart Domain, the human race wasn't considered a weak race since they were able to occupy one land. However, there was still a big gap between them and the top clans. They barely had the qualifications to participate in the Hundred Clan Congress.    

Not to mention, they were the overlords of the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan. The gap between them was far greater than the distance between them. There was no comparison at all.    

One month. In just one month, the entire East Sun Path had fallen.    

Apart from a small number of humans who managed to break out of the encirclement by luck, most of the humans either perished or were captured by the Coalition Forces and turned into the lowliest slaves.    

This was the greatest catastrophe ever since the human race took root in the Holy Heart Domain.    

. . .    

Yang Yun Region, Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A nine story ship that was tens of thousands of meters long shot into the sky from the center of the Holy City. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared within the boundless Voids.    

In the blink of an eye, eight months had passed. It was only four months away from the Hundred Clan Congress, and it was time for Yang Fann to set off.    

Eight months had passed, and Yang Fann had refined a total of 332 Primordial Purple Clouds. The strength of his Body had increased by several times. At this moment, Yang Fann was confident that he could defeat a First Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign with just the power of the shell alone.    

This Saint Body was so terrifying that even many Half-Step Saint King would tremble in fear.    

If he unleashed all of his combat strength, it would be hard to say if he could defeat a Half-Step Saint King, but it shouldn't be a problem for him to stay alive in the hands of a First Grade Half-Step Saint King.    

Before he left, Yang Fann had made thorough arrangements for his subordinates. During this trip, Yang Fann had only brought a hundred thousand servants, maids, and the rest of the people from the Demon God Army with him, leaving them in the Yang Yun Domain.    

Although there weren't any expert in the Army Of Yang Family, Yang Fann's sixteen clones were enough to suppress everything.    

As Yang Fann's strength increased, the strength of his clones also increased rapidly. Now, even if each clone was weaker than a Top-level Holy Sovereign, they were not much weaker. With sixteen clones working together, they could even fight against thirty-four Pseudo Saints. Even if they encountered thirty-five or thirty-six Pseudo Saints, they would still be able to hold on for a while.    

As long as he had the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, through the connection between his true body and his clones, it would be enough for Yang Fann to rush back to the Yang Yun Domain from the Holy Heart Domain.    

. . .    

The Weeping Blood Ship - Yang Fann's new ride. This name was to commemorate his hometown, the Sobbing Blood Continent.    

It was modified from the nine-layered dragon boat of the Golden Dragon Third Prince. The speed of the nine-layered dragon boat was. . . It was even faster than the new warship of the Army Of Yang Family. Now, it had been remodeled once more. Its speed had increased by more than a fold. In terms of speed, They were almost on par with some of the Second Grade World River warships, even with the help of the Origin Continent's spatial zone. With ten million times the speed of the universe, its speed reached more than 15 minutes and tens of thousands of light years. In at most two months, the Weeping Blood Ship would arrive at the Diancai Mountain of the Holy Heart Domain.    

After making some arrangements, Yang Fann closed his eyes again.    

Yang Fann didn't want to waste the next two months.    

With a hundred thousand Demon God Army in charge, As long as they didn't encounter more than thirty false saints, they would be able to fight.    

As for thirty or more Pseudo Saints, they were considered as Origin Continents in the entire Origin Continent. It was not something that could be easily encountered.    

. . .    

Time passed very quickly. A month had passed.    

The Weeping Blood Ship had successfully crossed three large domains and entered the Holy Heart Domain.    

Similar to the Tiannan Realm River, the Origin Continent was also filled with danger. There were countless bandits and bandits. In the past month, the Weeping Blood Ship had been attacked dozens of times. Those who wanted to attack the Weeping Blood Ship had all become nourishment for the growth of the Demon God Army.    

These bandits and bandits. . . To the others, they were a group of people who wanted to kill Dark Star, but to the Demon God Army, they were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.    

Although there was no lack of expert amongst the bandits, it was rare for a true Top-Level Pseudo-saint to do such a thing.    

A Top-Level Pseudo-saint, no matter which major power it was, would always be regarded as a great ancestor. They couldn't afford to lose face when they were caught in the grass.    

. . .    

The Weeping Blood Ship, 3,000 light-years away.    

"Run, run, run. . . "    

A man and a woman, Two young men and women around the age of twenty were running for their lives under the protection of a group of elite guards wearing dark green full body armor.    

The strength of these guards wasn't weak. Nearly a thousand of them had reached the Perfection Semi-saint, and among them, there were Pseudo Saint experts. There were 38 of them, and more than 10 of them were False Saints. There were nine of them, and the strongest of them had mastered 18 Holy Sovereign Law. He wasn't any weaker than the Old Ancestor of the Desolate Ancient Clan.    

If this power was within the Yang Yun region, it would be enough to rule over a region and establish a great empire. Even the Eight Great Ancient Kingdoms wouldn't dare to provoke them.    

However, at this moment, this group of experts was like a pack of stray dogs, in a sorry state.    

It was as if there were Prehistoric Berserk Beasts chasing them from behind. As long as they stopped for a moment, they would fall into a realm of eternal damnation.    

"Soon, Princess. Your Highness, we are about to reach the Green Mountain Plains. As long as we cross the Green Mountain Plains, we will reach the Spirit Origin Region. At that time, we'll be safe. . . " Among the thousand guards, the eighteen Pseudo Saints said to the young man and woman in the middle of the group.    

The Golden Dragon Ancient Clan had a monstrous influence in Holy Heart Domain, but once they left Holy Heart Domain, the impact would be much smaller.    

"Hu ~ ~ ~ Are we about to arrive at the Green Mountain Plains?" Young Man, who was wearing a golden robe, let out a long sigh when he heard this.    

But right at this moment. . . . . .    

"The remnants of the Qing Yuan Empire's human race, you've made it easy for me to find them. " A cold voice descended from the sky, ringing in everyone's ears.    

The Qing Yuan Empire, the number one empire of the Dongyang Clan. It ruled over more than half of the East Sun Path, and it could be said that it was the representative of the human race in Holy Heart Domain.    

However, half a year ago, the entire Qing Yuan Empire was destroyed under the siege of the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan's two great clans - the Golden Wyrm Tribe and the Dragon Clan.    

In the end, only the Qing Yuan Empire remained. Under the protection of the guards of the Qing Yuan Empire, Crown Prince Qing Yuanxuan and the Ninth Princess Qing Yuxin managed to escape.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

The Void trembled.    

A middle-aged man wearing a dark golden Flood Dragon armor stepped into the air and arrived. His face was filled with pride as he looked down from above, looking down at the heavens with disdain.    

Every cell in his body released an aura that was close to death. Every step he took was like stepping on the hearts of everyone, making them unable to breathe.    

"Not good, it's the Golden Wyrm Tribe's Third Elder, Jin Lieh. . . . " The expressions of the eighteen false saints changed abruptly. Although Third Elder of the Golden Wyrm Tribe wasn't the strongest expert of the Golden Wyrm Tribe, he was still one of the top five peerless Jin Liehs, a terrifying twenty-five false saints. Even if all of them combined their strength, they were still far from being a match for Jin Lieh.    

"Chang Feng, Qingyue, escort His Highness and the princess away first. . . " The eighteen false saints gritted their teeth and ordered the two sixteen false saints beside them.    

"General Nangong! . . . " Chang Feng and Qing Yue immediately became anxious.    

" Let's go! " Before they could finish, General Nangong interrupted them and waved at the other guards, "Soldiers, follow me and kill them. "    

At this moment, he was determined to die. Even if he had to die, he had to stall Ao Lie and create a chance for the Crown Prince and Young Master to escape.    

"Clear Source God Killing Formation, activate!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

A profound aura instantly erupted from the bodies of the guards.    

In the end, it transformed into a terrifying azure-armored titan that was over 30,000 meters tall. Its aura was so powerful that it was almost comparable to 23 Pseudo Saints.    

"You want to overturn the heavens with just a single Aphids? What a joke!" A hint of ridicule flashed across Jin Lieh's eyes. He didn't put General Nangong and the others in his eyes at all. No matter how many ants there were, they were just ants! Suddenly, surprise flashed across his eyes. "There are actually human aphids coming? Could it be reinforcements from the Qing Yuan Empire's survivors? Hehe. . . There are really people who aren't afraid of death. "    

. . .