Invincible Bloodline

The Devouring Black Hole crushed everything in its path. Old Ancestor Qinglin, who had regarded Yang Fann as an ant, could only let out a despairing wail before he was swallowed up by the Devouring Black Hole. He had no strength to resist at all.    

Using the empire's strongest trump card, Old Ancestor Qing Lin's combat strength was not weak. He was comparable to thirteen false saints, and even ordinary First Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign would not be a match for him. Unfortunately, he had encountered a freak like Yang Fann. Even if it was just a wisp of the Holy Soul Avatar, his combat strength had already surpassed most intermediate intermediate Holy Sovereign, and could even be compared to an ordinary First Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign. It was a pity that he had encountered a freak like Yang Fann. Even if it was just a wisp of the Holy Soul Avatar, his combat strength had already surpassed most intermediate intermediate Holy Sovereign, who was comparable to a intermediate intermediate. Fifth Grade, and even Rank Six intermediate Holy Sovereign.    

The difference between a large grade and a few large realms could not be measured.    

Insta-kill, it was perfectly normal.    

. . .    

"Hehehe. . . . . . Hehehehe. . . " The faces of the fake sages of the Qinglin Empire turned red and they were unable to speak. It was as though a pair of invisible hands had suddenly grabbed their necks. Their eyes were like the eyes of a fish and they were wide open, as though they were about to burst out from their eyes.    

Impossible! This was not real. It was not real.    

Illusion, it must be an illusion.    

The old ancestor who had used the empire's most powerful foundation. How could he possibly lose in a battle with the thirteen pseudo-Holy Capital? He was still defeated so easily, without any room for resistance.    

Thirteen False Saints! Not to mention these ordinary empires, even among the ancient countries, they were the best experts, and rarely met a worthy opponent.    

. . .    

After a while, the False Saints finally managed to accept this shocking reality.    

"No, I can't die, I can't die. "    

"Run, run!"    

. . .    

All of a sudden, the False Saints' expressions changed slightly. They all realized that this was not the time to be shocked. If they didn't escape now, their lives would be in danger. As for saving the old ancestor, forget it. Even the old ancestor whose combat strength was comparable to the thirteen false saints was easily suppressed by the evil spirit, let alone these aphids who were only at the Sixth Grade Pseudo-saint Stage. They were afraid that they wouldn't even be able to withstand a single slap from the devil.    

Old ancestor, don't blame your grandson for being unfilial. The evil spirit was just too powerful, it was not something that a human could match.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

In that instant, the twelve Pseudo Saints all transformed into streams of light and fled in all directions. They hated their parents for giving birth to two legs for them.    

. . .    

"Trying to escape? Have you asked me?" Yang Fann revealed a disdainful sneer, "Be obedient and become the nourishment for my growth. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

The terrifying Saint's Consciousness that could rival a High Rank Middle Level Holy Sovereign swept out, turning into an invisible net of Saint's Consciousness, capturing the twelve false Saints in an instant.    

. . .    

"Suppress! Suppress! The Old Ancestor and the others are all suppressed!"    

"Wuwuwuwuwu! How could this be? How could this be?!"    

"It's over! It's all over!"    

. . .    

It collapsed. The countless alien races in the Green Qilin Emperor City had completely collapsed. Large ~ large ~ large patches of alien races collapsed onto the ground in despair like a pile of mud.    

The most powerful reliance of the empire, the invincible old ancestor in their hearts, was easily suppressed. Not to mention, even the False Saint expert had been completely wiped out. What else could they use to fight against the Cosmic Evil Spirit?    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Under the leadership of the sixteen false Sages, the black-armored army. . . They swarmed out from the 4,000 Sunshine Battleships like a surging tide. They were crushing towards the Greenscale Imperial City. Yang Fann had no desire to attack these ants that were not even in the false Holy Capital. If he was asked to fight such a small group of ants, what was the use of raising so many of his subordinates? Was he going to have nothing to do with them?    

. . .    

"Ah, no, don't kill me, don't kill me. "    

"Sob, sob, sob. . . Save me, someone save me. "    

"Bastard, I'll fight you all to the death!"    

"Surrender, I surrender!"    

. . .    

A day later, the entire Viridian Emperor City no longer had any sounds of resistance. Either they surrendered and became prisoners, or they went down to meet the King of Hell.    

As for the fish that slipped through the net, it did not exist at all. Unknowingly, the 4000 Sunshine Battleships had already been scattered around the city. Not only that, the millions of moon Chinese Warships inside the warship had also been released, surrounding the entire city. No one could leak through. Whoever dared to run away would be killed with a single shot.    

Very quickly, a huge amount of resources were continuously transported onto the various warships.    

The empire was the empire. It was simply not something the kingdoms like the Great Roc and Desolate Ox could compare with. It was only the Viridian Emperor Palace. The resources within were tens of times more than what the Desolate Ox King City had. In addition to the gains from the residences of the princes and ministers, it was more than a hundred times more than the Desolate Ox King's City.    

If they could take down the entire Viridian Empire, what kind of harvest would that be?    

It would probably not be much worse than the accumulated wealth of a Ninth Grade intermediate Holy Sovereign. It had to be said that this Origin Continent was really a great treasure land.    

. . .    

Not long after Army Of Yang Family completely took down Green Qilin Emperor City, Poison Dragon Empire's Capital's Myriad Dragon City and Celestial Phenomenon Empire's Capital's Elephant City welcomed a large fleet consisting of three thousand warships.    

Compared to the Celestial Phenomenon and the Poison Dragon Empire, Greenlin Emperor City was much closer to the six kingdoms. It took the two fleets an extra day to arrive at the Capital of the two empires.    

Although the Celestial Phenomenon and Poison Dragon Empires were ranked after the Azure Qilin Empire, the Celestial Phenomenon Empire was ranked thirty-four out of the forty-nine empires in the Yang Cloud Region, and the Poison Dragon Empire was ranked forty-one. However, to be able to become an empire, both empires had their own foundations. Otherwise, they would have been annexed by the Azure Qilin Empire a long time ago.    

Similar to the Celestial Elephant Empire, there was also an old Seven Taos Pseudo-saint monster. With the help of the tribe's resources, they were actually able to unleash the power of ten False Saints in a short period of time. As for the Poison Dragon Empire, although the old ancestor of the empire was only a False Saint of Six Paths, he was able to unleash the strength of ten False Saints in a short period of time. However, the Poison Dragon Empire had a Ten Thousand Dragon Array, which could merge the power of ten thousand dragons in a short period of time. The Poison Dragon Ancestor was also able to unleash ten Pseudo Sacred War powers.    

If not for the fact that Yang Fann's clone was in charge of both fleets, the two fleets would have suffered a great loss.    

Ten Holy Sovereign Law. That was a bottleneck. Ten False Saints. Although they didn't have a true Saint Body, which was far from being comparable to a true intermediate Holy Sovereign, their combat strength wasn't something an ordinary Ninth Grade Saint could compare with.    

The Shining Sun Fleet, which had a total of three thousand saints, could barely fight against a Seventh Grade Saint. Even if there were hundreds of millions of half-step Saints in the Army Of Yang Family on the warship, the most they could do was fight against a peak Eighth Grade Saint.    

. . .    

One day later.    

The two great Capital followed in the footsteps of the Azure Qilin Emperor City. After hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, they had become someone else's wedding dress.    

Although the two great Capital could not be compared to Green Qilin Emperor City, when combined, it was more than three levels higher than Green Qilin Emperor City.    

Great harvest, truly a great harvest.    

Sure enough, the king was the buyer without capital.    

. . .    

Nine days had passed, and the Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force had already begun to take shape.    

It would take at most one or two months for it to take shape.    

It was just that fast for cultivators to build a city.    

. . .    

In the center of Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force, in a glorious Divine Palace.    

Yang Fann, who was dressed in black, stood quietly in the center of the hall.    

Around him, a hundred and twenty feet long purple gas was floating.    

There seemed to be endless Law flickering on it. With just a glance, it seemed as if it could fall into the Enlightenment and swim in the endless Great Dao.    

All of the Primordial Purple Cloudss were Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

. . .