C1251 A Broken Doctrine Artifact
C1251 A Broken Doctrine Artifact
However, Lord of the Nine Empyreans obviously wouldn't agree to Yang Fann's rude request. The Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was the number one overlord in the Origin Continent, how could they become the slaves of others?
Seeing that Yang Fann wasn't willing to give up, he was determined to make all of them his slaves. Lord of the Nine Empyreans didn't hesitate anymore. He immediately summoned one of the inner secrets of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall - the Divine Protection Formation of the Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds.
Nine Imperial Emperors appeared at the same time. Each of them had the power to fight against High-level Half-step Saint King. It was a terrifying decree.
It was just a few of them with four Dao. Even the five of them, if they were not careful, would be surrounded and killed by the nine Imperial Emperors.
"Little Son Yang Fan, today next year will be your death anniversary. " Outside the divine formation. Lord of the Nine Empyreans's eyes were filled with killing intent, and his voice was extremely cold. It made people's hair stand on end, as if Yang Fann was already a dead man in his eyes. Once the Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds' formation was activated, a world was formed inside. The World Crystal Wall was so strong that even the Six Paths Saint King Holy King couldn't easily break it. The nine Imperial Emperors were inside the formation. They were immortal unless someone was able to exhaust all the resources that the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall had accumulated.
But was this possible? As the number one major power in Origin Continent, the foundation of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was beyond anyone's imagination. Not to mention thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years. Even a hundred thousand years, a million years, the Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds could still operate the formation.
From the moment Yang Fann didn't retreat from the Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds, his fate had already been decided. He could only die.
All the supreme treasures in the world belonged to those who were virtuous. Little Son Yang Fan, without talent and virtue, what right did he have to possess such a great opportunity?
My Nine Empyreans Divine Hall is a place that belongs to the Heaven's Will.
Devil God Palace Truism. . . These evil beings, just wait and see. In just a few years, our Nine Empyreans Divine Hall will truly unify the Origin Continent. Unknowingly, Lord of the Nine Empyreans began to look forward to it. Little Son Yang Fan was able to obtain such a Heaven-defying Combat Power in less than ten thousand years. They wouldn't be any weaker than him. Breaking through to the Top-level Half-step Saint King was only a matter of time.
Right at this moment. . .
"You want to take my life with just these few aphids?" A disdainful sneer emerged on Yang Fann's face. The Nine Supremes and Ten Nine Taos Half-step Saint King's incarnations also wanted his life. What a joke. If there were ten times more of them, perhaps they would still have a chance to threaten his life.
In the next moment. . .
Yang Fann thought for a moment and stored Garfield into a Space Treasure. In the following battle, with Garfield's mere eight Half-Step Saint King cultivation base, there was nothing else he could do other than to divide his heart.
Although he was just a slave, Yang Fann would not abandon him unless he had no other choice.
His slave was not someone that could be killed by any Tom, Dick, and Harry. Even if he wanted to kill him, he would have to do it himself.
"How dare you be so stubborn when you are about to die? Little Son Yang Fan, I hope your bones are as sharp as your tongue. " Lord of the Nine Empyreans's sarcastic voice was heard from all directions. It was very likely that even the 24 Half-Step Saint King warriors would be exhausted to death by the Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds' formation. Not to mention Yang Fann, a young man.
He didn't believe that Yang Fann's strength could surpass the 24 Half-Step Saint King warriors.
"Imperial Emperor of the Continent of the Nine Clouds formation, kill!"
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
In all directions, the nine Imperial Emperors attacked one after another. The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand that emitted the terrifying aura of Ten Nine Taos Half-step Saint King tore through the sky, containing the might to destroy the world as it shot towards Yang Fann, who was in the center of the starry sky.
Each of those huge hands was over ten thousand miles long. Wherever they passed, the starry sky would be shattered, and everything would be turned into powder.
"Insignificant tricks. "
Yang Fann sneered. The magic power in his body surged crazily, and he circulated the Hung Meng Indestructible Body to the maximum in an instant.
In an instant, he transformed into a Violet Light giant that was tens of thousands of meters tall. Compared to the nine Imperial Emperors around him, he was like a child. The aura around his body was also several times stronger than the nine Imperial Emperors.
"What a good Little Son Yang Fan! I'm afraid his aura is no less than 22 Half-Step Saint King. No wonder he was able to suppress the Nether Beast corpse of the Nether Palace. " A trace of fear flashed across Lord of the Nine Empyreans's eyes. Nearly half a year had passed. It could be said that Yang Fann was constantly devouring the corpse of the Nether Beast and Master Of The Nether, as well as the strength of the ten Half-Step Saint King and Body of the Nether Palace. Once again, he had made significant progress, and he had almost stepped into the threshold of High-level Half-step Saint King.
Soon, Lord of the Nine Empyreans felt a sense of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Little Brute didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He wanted to challenge the divine formation with his own strength. Otherwise, if he was in the outside world, the result would be completely reversed. If it was Yang Fann, he would be the one chasing after them.
A twenty-two-Dao Half-Step Saint King was even stronger than the strongest expert of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, a Great Secret Stage. Two major realms, four major realms. The gap between them was more than ten times. A hundred times was definitely not something they could fight against. Even if they combined all the Power of Half-step Saint King in the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, their chances of winning would not exceed one level. Even if they could win, they would still suffer heavy casualties.
"Break for me!"
"Rumble. . . "
A terrifying Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared around Yang Fann, instantly devouring the Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand along with the nine Imperial Emperors.
"Not good! This Little Brute is actually hiding something. . . " Lord of the Nine Empyreans's expression changed. All of a sudden, something changed. He had never thought that the nine Imperial Emperors would be suppressed so easily. Luckily, the nine Imperial Emperors weren't really Half-Step Saint King warriors. Even if they were devoured, the impact on the formation would be minimal.
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
The starry sky distorted again. Another nine Imperial Emperors appeared around Yang Fann. No matter their appearance or aura, they didn't change at all. They were all carved from the same mold.
"Little Son Yang Fan, I would like to see how long you can last. "
He could kill the nine Imperial Emperors once, twice, ten times. A hundred times. . . He refused to believe that he would be able to suppress them forever. In such a high-intensity battle, even twenty-one Half-Step Saint King wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Once Yang Fann's strength weakened, it would be the time of his death.
However, Lord of the Nine Empyreans obviously didn't know that Yang Fann had an unparalleled Saint Physique. Even some Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors would be frightened by his endurance, let alone Yang Fann, who had the Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Great Technique that could continuously devour the surrounding energy. What Yang Fann was least afraid of was a battle of attrition.
If they were to compare attrition and attrition. . . In the end, the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall would be the one who couldn't hold on any longer.
Of course, Yang Fann wouldn't do that. Who knew how many years it would take for the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall to die of attrition? How could he have so much time to waste here?
"Puchi ~ Puchi ~"
After devouring the nine new Imperial Emperors once more, a trace of impatience flashed across Yang Fann's eyes.
In the next moment. . .
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
Twelve Saint King Law appeared around Yang Fann's body. In an instant, the aura around his body surged wildly, rising steadily.
The terrifying pressure caused the formation world to let out hissing sounds, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.
In nearly half a year, Yang Fann had successfully broken through to the Saint King Law with two more Holy Sovereign Law. Not only that, but also. . . The previous ten Saint King Law had also made significant progress. He even had the Saint King Law of the Three Paths, which allowed him to break through to the Small Success Stage.
At this moment, Yang Fann's Qi was terrifying. It had increased by more than ten times, a hundred times, and was much stronger than the twenty-five Half-Step Saint King.
. . .
"Damn it, how is this possible. . . "
Lord of the Nine Empyreans's voice came from outside the divine formation. He could not believe his own eyes. How could there be such a monster in this world?
This wasn't true. It couldn't be real.
. . .
Within the Divine Formation World.
"The game ends here. Break for me. " Yang Fann let out a ferocious laugh and struck out with his palm.
"Grug ~ Grug ~ Grug ~"
Under the attack of the twenty-six invincible Half-Step Saint King palm strikes, the world of the divine formation was like glass. In an instant, it was covered with thin and dense cracks, as if it was going to explode in the next moment.
"Not good, we can't let Little Brute leave the world of the divine formation. " The frenzied Lord of the Nine Empyreans finally came back to his senses. Once Yang Fann broke the formation, all of them would have to die. This Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan was not a soft-hearted person. Suddenly, Lord of the Nine Empyreans gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.
"Little Son Yang Fan, you forced me to do this. Die!" A fierce light flickered in Lord of the Nine Empyreans's eyes. In an instant, half of his blood essence was ignited. His young face began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he had turned into an old man with a wrinkled face and a head full of white hair. The Qi around his body was also dropping crazily.
"Rumble ~ ~"
A terrifying Dark Shine burst out from Lord of the Nine Empyreans's body. It tore apart the world of the divine formation and rushed towards Yang Fann.
It was a long spear that was covered in tiny cracks. It seemed that with just a little bit of force, it would completely shatter the black spear. Countless mysterious patterns of the Great Dao sparkled around its body. Each of these patterns was extremely profound, and they explained the most profound truths of the Great Dao.
At that moment, an ominous omen swept across Yang Fann's soul.
"What's that? Top-grade Collimator? No. . . Impossible, how could a broken Top-grade Collimator have such power. . . Dao artifact, a broken Dao artifact divine spear. . . "
. . .