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Chapter 1272 Are you a holy king?

Lingwu Great World, Alien Stars.

Yang Fan vs. The Lord of Nine Sky.

At the beginning of the battle, it showed a one-sided trend.

The Hongmeng Immortal Body in the Small Realm is truly extremely terrifying, unpredictable to ghosts and gods.

Even if the power of pure flesh shell is ten times more than that of the thirty-six half-step Saint King. Although Yuanlong Zhenwang and others are just Yang Fan's slaves, no one in the Lingwu Holy Palace, including the ancestor Lingwu Holy Lord, dared to be at all against them.

Among these people, the most time they are the top saints, and even the ancestor, the Spiritual Martial Saint, cannot hold on to the same level in the hands of any of them.

If these strong men want to be unfavorable to their Lingwu Holy Palace, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the worst case did not happen. Yuanlong Zhenwang and others almost all practiced on the Sixth Young Master Peak, and at most they were cold to them. Except for Yang Yunfeng and his wife, who were close to Yang Fan, there was almost no one who could make them look good.

...........

At this moment, in the Lord's Hall of the Lord of the All Saints.

The half-step Saint King Yuanlong and the top saints such as the Ape Demon Saint King gathered here, but the number of people was much smaller. When leaving the Origin Continent, the Yuanlong Zhenwang took away one or three points and was afraid of it. A piece of leg bone was not enough. Yang Fan raised his sword eyebrows and sneered. There was no panic in his eyes, as if the Lord of Nine Sky's killing palm was really a casual blow from a secular mortal.

What? Could it be that he... the Lord of the Nine Sky's face changed slightly, and a hint of uneasiness appeared in his heart, as if something was going to happen.

Just then...

Boom~~~ Boom~~~ Boom~~ Boom~~~

Endless purple aura erupted from Yang Fan's hair, like purple real dragons raging the starry sky.

Yang Fan's aura surged ten times, more than a hundred times, and instantly surpassed the Lord of the Nine Sky, and continued to soar, as if he had never stopped.

Rumble~~~

A terrifying purple ~ The demon god emerged from behind Yang Fan, pointing to the sky and the earth, and was invincible.

The terrifying immortal pressure made the Lord of the Nine Sky tremble from the depths of his soul.

...........

Ah~~~This...How is this possible? You...are the Holy King?
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