Invincible Bloodline

"What? Lord Fan Yang. . . He suppressed Lai Lidagong?"    

"Hiss. . . I. . . Did I hear it wrong? Was it really the second person in Sengel's Fortress, Lai Lidagong?"    

"Gulp. Gulp. This. . . . . . This was too savage, wasn't it? That was the Seventh Duke of Rosen Family - Lai Lidagong. . . . "    

. . .    

Countless adventurers widened their eyes, not daring to believe their ears. Lai Lidagong was not an ordinary Blood Demon archduke. He was one of the top experts in the Blood Demon archdukes. Even if he had not recovered from his serious injuries, he was still not someone an ordinary Blood Demon archduke could compare with. Not to mention that he could not even escape. The difficulty of this process had increased by more than a hundred times. Thousands of times. This strength. . . It was not something that a peak Top-Level Chaos God King could possess. It was something that a peak extreme Saint King could possess. There were probably very few people who could do it.    

"Gulp. Gulp. . . . What is the cultivation base of this Lord Fan Yang?"    

. . .    

Shock!    

At this moment, even the high and mighty elders of the Dao Palace were shocked. Jingcheng Fortress and Sengel's Fortress were considered old rivals, and Lai Lidagong's reputation was well known by them!    

"This time, our Jingcheng Fortress has truly produced a true big shot! . . . "    

He was able to suppress. . . Lai Lidagong, even if it wasn't for Quasi-paragon, he wouldn't be too far behind in terms of cultivation base and strength.    

In the vast Jingcheng Fortress, he wouldn't be the number one, but at least, he would definitely enter the top three.    

Even the elders of the Dao Palace like them couldn't compare to him. They might not even be able to find a single person.    

As for the Adventures, they regarded Yang Fann as a great taboo. They made repeated decrees that no one was allowed to offend "Lord Fan Yang" in order to avoid bringing disaster to the Adventures.    

Even Lai Lidagong was suppressed by that monster, let alone the Minor Adventures, which was guarded by Middle Rank Top-level God King. Destroying them was no different than playing with them.    

. . .    

The bustling outside did not have much of an impact on Yang Fann.    

After handing over the blood stone mission and receiving the reward, Yang Fann left the Adventurer's Guild.    

He did not accept the second mission. Adventurer missions were just a way for him to obtain resources, and not a mission that he liked to carry out.    

Before he completely converted all the resources in his hands into strength, Yang Fann was not prepared to accept the second adventurer mission.    

. . .    

After leaving the Adventurer's Guild, Yang Fann did not stay in the Jingcheng Fortress for too long. This Jingcheng Fortress was not a good place for seclusion. If he really made some noise, it would be a big problem for him not to attract the attention of the upper echelons of the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace.    

However, this made many adventurers beat their chests and stamp their feet, feeling extremely vexed.    

They also wanted to see if they had the chance to board Yang Fann's big ship. Extreme Top-level Chaos God King was one of the most outstanding ones among them. It was no different from a towering tree to them. If they could build this line, they would be able to do whatever they wanted in the huge Jingcheng Fortress. Even the elders and disciples of the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace would have to give them some face.    

Who would have thought that Yang Fann would never give them the chance?    

When they prepared the gifts, they wanted to curry favor with Yang Fann. How could they find someone else?    

. . .    

"Sigh, the Xingchang Adventurer Group is really lucky. "    

"With this incense, no matter who it is, if they want to touch the Xingchang Adventurer Group, they will have to consider whether they can withstand the fury of Extreme Top-level Chaos God King. "    

. . .    

Countless Adventures were envious and jealous. This time, the Xingchang Adventurer Group was truly lucky to have escaped death. Those major powers that were targeting the Xingchang Adventurer Group all stopped their attacks. Many of them even prepared gifts, hoping that they could ease the conflict with the Xingchang Adventurer Group.    

Although it wasn't certain that Fan Yang would stand up for the Xingchang Adventurer Group, it was still better to be safe than sorry.    

After all, there was such a favor.    

No one was willing to bet the survival of the entire Adventures.    

"Sigh, why isn't it us?"    

. . .    

Jinghai City, Xingchang Adventurer Group's headquarters.    

Xing Yuan, God King, and the others were overjoyed. Initially, they only wanted to remind 'Lord Fan Yang' a little so that he would not be caught unprepared and be taken advantage of by the Blood Demon Archduke. Never did they expect that it would give him such a huge surprise.    

From now on, the Xingchang Adventurer Group would be stable. All kinds of crises would be solved. As long as they didn't seek death, they wouldn't face any danger of being destroyed.    

Furthermore, his father, Xing Chang, God King's soul in heaven would be able to rest in peace.    

. . .    

After leaving the Jingcheng Fortress, Yang Fann pondered for a moment before deciding to leave the Battlefield Of Dao Devil and enter secluded cultivation in the Tian Suo Chaos Circle.    

The Jingcheng Fortress was not suitable for him to cultivate in seclusion. It was also not suitable for other strongholds.    

The Battlefield Of Dao Devil, on the other hand, was different from other places. There were Chaotic Turbulences and Spatiotemporal Storms everywhere.    

If he were to cultivate in seclusion outside the strongholds, he might not be able to tell where the Spatiotemporal Storms and Chaotic Turbulences would bring him. The uncertainty was a little too huge.    

The turbulent flows of space and time were ethereal and indefinite. The The Twelfth Demon Battlefield was not the only place he could pass through. It would be fine if it was only in the The Twelfth Demon Battlefield, but with Yang Fann's cultivation base and strength. . . Even if he went to the various chaotic strongholds of Heavenly Devil God Palace, he wouldn't be able to defeat them. It wouldn't be a problem for him to stay alive. However, if they were not careful, they might end up in a forbidden area of chaos. Or, he might end up in the lair of some Quasi-Sovereign Of Great Perfection. It would be too late for him to cry.    

For safety's sake, it was better to enter secluded cultivation outside the Battlefield Of Dao Devil.    

. . .    

"Buzz. . . "    

With a flash of light, a ten thousand feet long flying shuttle appeared in front of Yang Fann.    

The Cold Abyss Flying Shuttle was a high grade flying shuttle that Yang Fann had found in Bloodstone Continent. It was a grade one Low Grade Middle Level Origin of Chaos divine tool. With the speed of this Cold Abyss Flying Shuttle, it would take tens of thousands of years for it to leave the Battlefield Of Dao Devil.    

However, this was exactly what Yang Fann needed. Before he went into seclusion, he still had one more thing to do. That was to take the opportunity to refine Elder Yu Ling's famous divine weapon - the Silver Light Divine Pagoda.    

This was the divine artifact that Yang Fann valued the most. With this Silver Light Divine Pagoda, there was no need for him to purchase the Heavenly Cycle Primordial Chaos Divine Formation. Ten thousand trillion Dao Palace High Order Quasi-sovereigns at once was not a small number.    

At the same time, this Silver Light Divine Pagoda was the place Yang Fann chose to go into seclusion.    

As long as he succeeded in refining this Silver Light Divine Pagoda, he could use it to suppress the power of space and time. When he broke through, the pressure that kept rising wouldn't be a problem.    

. . .    

Cold Abyss Flying Shuttle, Master Control Room.    

"Sou. . . "    

With a flash of the Silver Light, the Silver Light Divine Pagoda appeared in Yang Fann's hand.    

The next second. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . . . . "    

A terrifying Strength Of Soul swept out from Yang Fanshihai's body and covered the entire Silver Light Divine Pagoda.    

"How dare you!"    

A loud shout that sounded like a copper bell rang out. A terrifying sound wave swept across the surroundings.    

The next second. . . . . .    

A Demonic God Phantom rose from within the Silver Light Divine Pagoda. Its silver hair hung down to its waist and the Devil Qi was dense. Who else could it be other than Elder Yu Ling?    

"Noisy!"    

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed. The Strength Of Soul turned into a sharp blade. It was a ferocious slash.    

Even Yu Lingchang was killed. Even the old me was suppressed by him, let alone a Soul Imprint like this.    

. . .    

"Ah. . . No. . . Hua Sheng, you're going to die a horrible death. The Divine Palace won't let you go. . . . "    

. . .    

"Heavenly Devil God Palace, I'll be waiting for them. "    

Yang Fann sneered and unleashed his Strength Of Soul. With irresistible force, he charged straight into the Silver Light Divine Pagoda's Origin Space and took down his own Soul Imprint.    

Of course, this was only the first step. He couldn't even unleash the power of the first level of the Silver Light Divine Pagoda. If he wanted to completely control the Silver Light Divine Pagoda, even if it was Yang Fann's Strength Of Soul, he would need tens of thousands of years to forcefully improve it without using the Mixed Nine Forms.    

However, Yang Fann was only thinking about it in his heart. He wouldn't really use the Mixed Nine Forms.    

It wasn't like he had too many resources that he couldn't use.    

It was just a few tens of thousands of years, not a hundred thousand eras. After a short period of seclusion, it passed.    

. . .    

One year. Ten years. One hundred years. . . Ten thousand years. . . . . .    

Soon, thirty thousand years passed.    

The Cold Abyss Flying Shuttle gradually approached the border of Battlefield Of Dao Devil.    

. . .    

"Weng. . . "    

Suddenly, Yang Fann's tightly shut eyes opened, "En? This is the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace's secret cry for help technique. The disciples of the Dao Palace were asking for help! . . . "    

. . .