Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann did not stop for a second. He used all his strength to devour and refine the Holy Herb God Stone in his hand.    

The Witch Clan was like a mountain that was tens of thousands of meters tall. It was so heavy that Yang Fann couldn't catch his breath.    

Compared to the gigantic Witch Clan, he was just too weak. He wasn't much stronger than the lowly ant on the ground. Not to mention the high and mighty True God Sovereign, Semi-god Heavenly Sovereign could easily torture him to death with just a single top grade Wu King. He didn't even have the chance to escape.    

What he lacked the most right now was time.    

He didn't want to regret his decision in the future, so he could only seize all the time to improve his cultivation base and strength.    

Of course, the result was quite pleasant. In less than three hundred and fifty years, Yang Fann's strength had made a qualitative breakthrough.    

At this moment, the strength of the Body alone was no less than that of a Sixth Empyrean Saint King, and he had also mastered 158 Saint King Law. In terms of quantity, the Saint King Law that Yang Fann had mastered was no less than that of a Fourth Empyrean Saint King.    

If he unleashed his full strength, Yang Fann's true combat strength wouldn't be any weaker than a Seventh Empyrean Saint King, or even more.    

In just three hundred years, his combat strength had gone from the Early Sixth Empyrean Saint King to the Seventh Empyrean Saint King realm. If this news spread out, it would shake the entire Guangling Boundary River.    

Even the Divine Son and Goddess of one country, two families, three palaces, and four sects would exclaim in shock when they saw this.    

The bottleneck of a Seventh Layer Holy King was something that even Divine Sons and Goddess like them could not overcome. It was a huge problem.    

Cultivating step by step, without hundreds of thousands of years or even longer of bitter cultivation, it was almost impossible to break through this bottleneck.    

Hundreds of thousands of years and more than three hundred years, the gap between them was more than ten lightyears. It was completely immeasurable.    

. . .    

"With my current strength, even in the Guangling Realm Island, I can be considered a expert. " Unknowingly. . . A trace of pride appeared on Yang Fann's face. He was just over six thousand years old, yet he had the strength to fight Seventh Empyrean Saint King. It could be said that he had never met someone like Seventh Empyrean Saint King before. But soon, the complacency on his face disappeared.    

Even if his current combat strength was comparable to Seventh Empyrean Saint King's, so what? If he was placed in the Witch Clan, he would only be a slightly weaker high-ranked Wu King. In the entire Witch Clan, there were at least a few thousand of such existences.    

He had to continue working hard.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Bang ~ ~ Bang ~"    

The golden divine stones exploded once more. Waves of terrifying energy crazily surged towards Yang Fann.    

Five hundred divine stones, a total of five hundred low-grade divine stones.    

Crazy, this was too crazy.    

It was those peak High-grade Wu King who had the strength of a Saint King's Ninth Empyrean. If he wasn't careful, he might be crushed by the violent energy.    

However, Yang Fann, this monster, was able to withstand it.    

When he fought Xing Zhan Shaman King, he used all of his strength to activate the Hung Meng Indestructible Body. Yang Fann's defense of his Saint Body was no less than that of a six-patterned Dao Weapon. Now, Yang Fann's strength had increased by more than a thousand times, and his defense of his Saint Body had also improved. Under the enhancement of the Hung Meng Indestructible Body, he could be considered as one of the top among all the seven-patterned Dao Weapons.    

Although the energy current unleashed by 500 Low-grade Divine Stones was terrifying, it was still not enough to completely destroy a seven-patterned Dao Weapon.    

. . .    

Three years later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Another five hundred golden divine stones exploded, transforming into a terrifying tide of energy.    

After successfully breaking through, Yang Fann's devouring speed also increased by several times. The energy of the divine stones, which should have taken him more than ten years to refine, was completely devoured by Yang Fann in just three years.    

. . .    

Time passed slowly while Yang Fann was concentrating on his seclusion.    

Soon, another three hundred years passed.    

Sobbing Blood Continent, thousands of places. A few hundred light-years ago, it was just a Third Grade continent. Compared to some small worlds, it was not much bigger.    

However, after Yang Fann slaughtered the Saints of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, Devil God Palace, and the other races, a large number of saint Blood Essences baptized the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, causing a tremendous change to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. It had almost stepped into the threshold of a first-rate great world.    

The Sobbing Blood Continent had also obtained a lot of benefits. At that time, several Saints had fallen in the sky above the Sobbing Blood Continent. There was even one of them. Top Saints.    

Under the nourishment of a large amount of saint Blood Essences, the Sobbing Blood Continent had expanded by more than ten times. Currently, the Sobbing Blood Continent was no less than the Middle World.    

The density of the Spirit of Heaven and Earths in the pagoda was incomparable to the Middle World. Even the top blessed lands of some major worlds could not compare to it.    

Not only that, as the hometown of the supreme Yang Fann, the Sobbing Blood Continent was located in the entire Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. They all have a special meaning.    

In the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, in the thousands of continents, its status was extremely high. And above the many lesser continents, it could be said that they were second only to the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent.    

As the mortal race's mortal enemy, the thousands of foreign races had long withdrawn from the stage of history. They were either completely wiped out or turned into human slaves and were controlled by the human race.    

In just a few thousand years, the strength of the huge Sobbing Blood Continent could be said to be different from the heaven and earth.    

Six thousand years ago, the Ancestor was the strongest expert in the Sobbing Blood Continent. Any Quasi-Saint could suppress the Sobbing Blood Continent and suppress everything.    

But now, not to mention the Ancestor and Quasi-Saint, even Holy Lord and the Half-Saints were not a minority.    

Ordinary third-rate powers usually had a Quasi-Saint guarding them. Those old ancestors of those first-rate powers were all Holy Lord's expert.    

As for the true top powers, if they didn't have a half-step Saint, they wouldn't be able to call themselves a top power.    

Of course, the strongest powers were the Holy Ji Sect, Seven Stars Sect, and Yang family.    

Although Yang Fann hadn't paid much attention to the Sobbing Blood Continent all these years, the Holy Ji Sect, Seven Stars Sect, and Yang family had never cut off their connection with the three major powers of the Sobbing Blood Continent.    

Especially during the past two to three thousand years, as the strength of the Holy Ji Sect, Seven Stars Sect, and Yang family continued to rise, a large number of Yang familys had attained sainthood. Their relationship with Sobbing Blood Continent had become even closer.    

For some intermediate and even high-level Saints, a few million light-years distance was nothing.    

With the support of Holy Ji Sect, Seven Stars Sect Main Sect, and Yang family, the three major branches of Sobbing Blood Continent would be suppressed by the other major powers. If that was the case, it would be easier for them to find a piece of tofu and knock themselves to death, so that they wouldn't be embarrassed and stand out.    

. . .    

The Holy Ji Sect's Extreme Saint Mountain Range was originally just the Sobbing Blood Continent's Extreme Saint Mountain Range. Not to mention the top 100, even the top 1,000 spiritual mountains in the Zhongzhou could not be ranked.    

But now, it was the indisputable number one spiritual mountain in the Zhongzhou.    

A high-grade Holy Crystal vein and nine intermediate Holy Crystal veins had been integrated into the entire Extreme Saint Mountain Range by the upper echelons of the Holy Ji Sect. Ninety-nine low-grade Holy Crystal veins. The abundance of spiritual energy was many times stronger than the previous Lingwu Mountain Range. Even in the current Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, it could be considered a first-class paradise.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Brilliant rays of light continuously cut through the Void and shot into the Extreme Saint Mountain Range.    

Or perhaps Divine Beasts, Azure Dragons, white tigers, Qilins and Vermillion Birds formed from magic power. . . All whizzed past.    

Powerful auras continuously rose from within the Extreme Saint Mountain Range, piercing through the heavens and earth.    

Densely-packed Treasure Lights with holy patterns hovered in all directions.    

Some of the auras were so strong that it seemed as if the entire world would tremble.    

The roars of ancient mammoths could be heard from within the mountain range. The roars of ancient dragons and phoenixes were soul-stirring.    

The current Holy Ji Sect was no longer the same as it was in the past. It could not be mentioned in the same breath.    

The Ancestor was just an ordinary outer sect disciple. He was in charge of Deacon, and he had to be at least a Divine Lord. All the elders were at the Perfection Semi-saint.    

According to the legends, there were still Saints in the Holy Ji Sect, and there were even more than one or two of them.    

And this was only a branch of the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent. What kind of power and influence was the Holy Ji Sect's Total Faction supposed to have? It was not something that the other major powers could imagine.    

In the Middle Continent of Sobbing Blood Continent, the Holy Ji Sect was the uncrowned king. Countless geniuses of the Human Race were proud to have joined the Holy Ji Sect.    

. . .    

At the foot of the Spirit Saint Mountain, one of the nine main mountains of Extreme Saint Mountain Range.    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

From time to time, flying ships, warships, and other flying treasures would descend from the sky.    

Numerous experts with terrifying auras walked out from within. However, most of them were youths, and most of them had very young auras. Almost no one was older than a hundred years old.    

However, each of them wasn't weak. The weakest of them was a Sovereign, and the most outstanding ones among them had stepped into the Quasi-Saint Stage with a single step. There were even plenty of true Quasi-Saint experts.    

They possessed such strength even though they weren't even a hundred years old. If it was six thousand years ago, every single one of them would have the qualifications to join the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, and they would even be able to become a direct disciple of the Sacred Palace at the very least. Many of them were even qualified to compete for the position of the young master.    

"Is this the Holy Ji Sect's Extreme Saint Mountain Range?"    

"Hiss. . . What a strong Spirit of Heaven and Earth. It's more than a hundred times stronger than our mountain gate. "    

"As expected of the number one sect in the Middle Continent. It's far from what my Red Flame Sect can compare with. If I can cultivate here for a year, I will definitely break through to the Quasi-Saint Stage. "    

. . .    

The young geniuses all looked around. They were like the countryside kids who had just entered the city. From time to time, they would suck in a breath of cold air and cry out in surprise.    

Hearing this, the elders in the lead frowned. Even if the Holy Ji Sect was stronger than the Sect, there was no need for them to make such a big fuss about it. Shame, it was truly a disgrace to their grandmother's family.    

Motherf * cker! When they return, they must properly train these little bastards, so that they wouldn't embarrass themselves in front of them.    

Every hundred years, the Holy Ji Sect would gather all the top hundred powers in the Central Continent to hold a gathering of young geniuses.    

Today was the day of the gathering of the geniuses.    

In order to show their respect to the Holy Ji Sect, all the powers chose to walk up the mountain.    

"Puchi. . . "    

Suddenly, the space not far from the group of geniuses distorted, and a man and four women walked out from it. . . .    

. . .