Invincible Bloodline

A shrill beast roar was heard. A hundred thousand feet tall, wearing a black Dragon Scale armor and emitting 32 terrifying auras rose from the Phantom Dragon City. Its eyes were fixed on the terrifying fleet in the sky, and it seemed like it was going to spurt out blood. It was like an enraged beast that wanted to eat someone.    

This man was none other than the master of Phantom Dragon, the old ancestor of Phantom Dragon.    

In just a short period of time, millions of disciples of Phantom Dragon had fallen, and they were the descendants of the Divine Beast, the Netherwyrm. Because of the trace of the Netherwyrm bloodline in their bodies, the Phantom Dragon's combat strength was outstanding, far surpassing the expert of the same level, and they could even challenge those at a higher level than them. However, it was precisely this trace of the Netherwyrm bloodline that made it ten times harder for them to reproduce than for the other top tier outsiders.    

The inheritance had been passed down for ten billion years, but when all the disciples of the Phantom Dragon were combined together, there were less than thirty million of them.    

Of course, they were all pure-blood disciples of the Phantom Dragon. The impure mixed blood disciples of the Phantom Dragon were not included. In the eyes of the pure-blood Ghost Dragons, these impure people were not even considered their true clansmen.    

Now that millions of pure-blood Phantom Dragon had fallen, it was enough to hurt the entire Phantom Dragon.    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

Another wave of Dark Shines soared into the sky from the Phantom Dragon's city. Soon, eighteen terrifying figures like Devil God appeared behind the old ancestor of the Phantom Dragon.    

All of them were top grade Dragon Clans of the Ghost Dragon Clan. At the very least, they were all at the 19th level of the False Saint realm. The strongest one had even reached thirty Pseudo-saint Stage.    

"Kill!"    

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Phantom Dragon's old ancestor. Countless Phantom Dragon emerged around him, tearing the space apart and lunging at Cang He's flagship.    

Borrowing the strength of his race, the combat strength of the old ancestor of Phantom Dragon skyrocketed. His Qi had already far exceeded his cultivation base. Even if he was one of the thirty-four false saints, he wouldn't be much weaker.    

This was the foundation of the race of Phantom Dragon. Even if the thirty-four false saints dared to wreak havoc in Phantom Dragon City, there was a high possibility that they would be mercilessly suppressed.    

"Courting death!" The Cold Shine in Cang He's eyes flashed. A white light flashed from his body and he appeared in front of the old ancestor of the Phantom Dragon.    

Unknowingly, a lightning halberd had appeared in his hand.    

Lightning flashed and destroyed everything.    

Azure Lightning Halberd - one of the Clan Suppressing Treasure of the Azure Cloud Clan. The Eight Tribulations Saint Artifact was also Cang He's Natal Saint Artifact.    

"Die. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Azure Thunder Halberd cut through the Void in an instant, slashing directly onto the blade of the Phantom Dragon's old ancestor.    

The terrifying force caused the right arm of the Phantom Dragon Ancestor to explode. The Eighth Tribulation saint weapon - the blade of the Phantom Dragon - was sent flying to an unknown place. Cang He wasn't an ordinary man. That was the second expert of the Blue Cloud Clan, the supreme expert that was second only to Old Ancestor Cang Yun. He had already comprehended the thirty-fifth Holy Sovereign Law three billion years ago, and amongst all the Yang Fanns under Yang Fann's command. . . It could be said that he had firmly entered the top five.    

Even if the old ancestor of the Phantom Dragon borrowed the strength of his race, his combat strength could still match up to the thirty-fourth Pseudo Saint. Compared to Cang He, he was still much weaker.    

What was even more terrifying was that the terrifying World Destroying Blue Lightning was spreading crazily, destroying the body of the Old Ancestor of the Phantom Dragon and killing more than half of the ghost dragons behind him.    

"Bang ~ ~ ~"    

In an instant, a large number of pure-blooded Phantom Dragon's bodies exploded in the city, turning into powder and their souls scattered.    

At the same time, the strength of the old ancestor of the Phantom Dragon began to decline at a terrifying speed, and it seemed as if he was going to fall from the level of thirty-three Pseudo-saint Stage.    

Although the strength of the group was powerful and could allow the old ancestor to fight those who had a higher cultivation base than him, the limitation was not small either. Once the group of old ancestor died on a large scale, they would soon return to their original form.    

External forces were, after all, external forces.    

"I've given you the chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. In that case, there's no need for the Ghost Dragon Clan to continue existing. Kill them all. " Cang He looked down at the old ancestor of the Phantom Dragon and said coldly.    

"Yes, Old Ancestor Cang He. "    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

A group of Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors led a large number of High-level Pseudo-saint and flew out from the flagship. They were like a god of slaughter, lunging at those high-level and Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors of the Dragon Clan.    

This time, Cang He wasn't alone. He even brought a large number of top grade expert from the Gray Cloud Clan.    

There were ten Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors among them. There were even two of them. Of the thirty-three false Saints, High-level Pseudo-saint had more than fifty of them.    

On the other hand, there were only three Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors in the Ghost Dragon Clan. The strongest one among them was only at the thirtieth Pseudo-saint Stage. It was impossible for him to resist the attacks of the expert of the Gray Cloud Clan.    

The massacre was a one-sided slaughter.    

"Stop it, Master Cang He. My Ghost Dragon Clan has surrendered. We have surrendered. " The old ancestor of Phantom Dragon, who had just regained his arm, let out a heart-wrenching wail. In just a short period of time, out of the fifteen High-level Pseudo-saint of the Dragon Clan, five of them had died. Three of them were Top-Level Pseudo-saint, and they could only rely on their powerful dragon bodies to hold on.    

S of the Dragon Clan would be slaughtered.    

"You only want to surrender now? Too late, kill! Leave no one alive. " Cang He didn't move at all. Everyone had to pay the price for their choice.    

In the next moment. . .    

Cang He moved his body and lunged at the old ancestor of Phantom Dragon once more.    

"Ah ~ ~ Cang He, you beast, you will die a horrible death!"    

Without the blessing of the race, how could the old ancestor of Phantom Dragon be a match for Cang He, who was a 35-Dao False Saint? The gap of one major realm and three major realms was not something that could be made up for with just a trace of the bloodline of the Abyss Dragon, which was almost negligible.    

"Rumble. . . "    

With a despairing curse, the Old Ancestor of the Phantom Dragon was directly minced into pieces by the Heavenly Thunder Halberd, and the Soul was completely destroyed.    

"Ah! Old ancestor!"    

"Wuwuwuwuwu ~ Someone save me, save me!"    

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you all! Die for me!"    

. . .    

Wails of despair kept sounding out in the Phantom Dragon City. It was a complete and utter collapse.    

. . .    

One day later.    

The huge Phantom Dragon City had been turned into ruins. If he said that he would not leave a single one alive, he would definitely not let any one of them live. Thirty million pure-blooded Phantom Dragon and hundreds of millions of mixed blood Phantom Dragon had been turned into ashes. The Ghost Dragon Clan's ten billion years of accumulation had been completely plundered.    

. . .    

Not long after the Phantom Dragon City was destroyed, a terrifying fleet appeared in the headquarters of the Purple Cloud, Golden Jade, Mysterious Crystal, and Green Blade Clans. Just like the Phantom Dragon City, they first surrendered. If they failed, the entire clan would be slaughtered. Apart from the Purple Cloud Clan who surrendered early and saved all their lives, the other three clans were removed from the Tongxuan Region one after another.    

The strength of each fleet was no weaker than the large fleet led by Cang He. The commander of the fleet was either the thirty-five false saints like Cang He or the thirty-four false saints. The rest of the Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors had at least eight of them, and High-level Pseudo-saint had no less than fifty of them.    

As for the Golden Jade, Profound Crystal, and Green Blade Clans, they were much weaker than the Ghost Dragon Clan. The strongest Profound Crystal Clan only had three Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors and twelve High-level Pseudo-saint warriors, and the weakest Green Blade Clan only had one Top-Level Pseudo-saint warrior. They only had the combat strength of 29 False Saints.    

It was their luck that they could hold on for a day.    

Not only the five major powers of Tongxuan Domain, but also the Kaiyang, Chengluo, Wind Dragon, and the other twelve major powers of Holy Heart Domain were attacked by the Army Of Yang Family almost at the same time.    

A mere Tongxuan Domain was far from enough to satisfy Yang Fann's wild ambitions. Even these eight major domains were only the beginning.    

The two hundred and forty large domains in the west was his true goal.    

Each large domain was different in terms of strength. Yang Fann had sent an unequal number of fleets into them. The strongest region, the Kaiyang, was one of the twelve Superior Field in the west. Yang Fann had sent ten fleets to the Kaiyang, and the weakest region, the Wind Dragon Domain, was not much stronger than the Yang Yun Domain. In other words, they had only sent one fleet.    

Each fleet consisted of a hundred thousand top-grade warships. All of these warships had been accumulated for nearly thirty years. After unifying the Holy Heart Domain, the Army Of Yang Family's potential for war was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.    

In just thirty years, Yang Fann had accumulated five million top grade warships. This was the result of Yang Fann deliberately slowing down his speed. If he were to build them at full speed, the number would increase by several folds.    

The commanders of each fleet were at least 33 Top-Level Pseudo-saint.    

If there were not enough Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors under his command, he would split them up.    

This time, Yang Fann sent out 32 clones. The number of clones doubled, and the strength of each clone was also doubled. However, compared to 30 years ago, they were still much stronger.    

30 years had passed, and Yang Fann had successfully absorbed more than 30,000 streams of nebulous Primordial Chaos. Although the Hung Meng Indestructible Body was far from breaking through to the Small Success Stage, Yang Fann's combat strength had increased by more than ten times, or even a hundred times. If he were to face Cyan Beast Emperor now, he was confident that he could suppress Cyan Beast Emperor with just the power of the shell alone.    

All of his clones had the same momentum, and they were now fighting a Half-Step Saint King warrior. It was hard to say, but it wouldn't be a problem for him to suppress the thirty-six false saints like Monarch Boulder.    

Apart from the Kaiyang Domain, which had brought some hindrance to the Army Of Yang Family, the other eleven domains were like a hot knife cutting through butter, sweeping away everything in their path.    

As one of the twelve Superior Field in the west, although the Kaiyang couldn't be compared with the Holy Heart Domain, its overall strength was no less than the Emperor God Clan at its peak. It might even surpass the Emperor God Clan. There were also 36 Pseudo Saints guarding it. And there were two of them. The other 34 and 35 False Saints. There were a total of nine of them! As for the ordinary Top-Level Pseudo-saint, there were even more of them. There were nearly fifty of them.    

But even so, it was only a matter of time before the Kaiyang fell.    

One should know that the ten armies attacking the Kaiyang were all personally led by Yang Fann's clone. They were the ten False Saints, and they were the top thirty-six False Saints.    

Once they joined forces, even a Half-Step Saint King would have to kneel down before them.    

. . .    

Half a year later, in the twelve large domains, only the Kaiyang Domain was still struggling to hold on.    

. . .    

One year later, the last stronghold of the Kaiyang was broken through. The Kaiyang had completely fallen into Yang Fann's hands.    

. . .    

After the various fleets were reorganized, they started to attack the other large regions, as if they were going to devour the entire western region.    

. . .    

Five years. . . Ten years. . . . . . Thirty years. . . . Fifty years. Eighty years. . . . . .    

Time slowly passed. A hundred years quietly passed.    

Holy Heart Domain, Diancai Mountain, Monarch God Palace.    

Yang Fann sat cross-legged, and numerous Primordial Purple Cloudss were quickly devoured by him. The purple-clothed Devil God behind him had become clear. It could be seen that he had almost condensed into a physical body.    

. . .