Shang Yuanyang had a good idea and directly captured Yang Fan with lightning speed, and then quickly left the Blood-Crying Continent. As long as he returned to the Red Dragon Continent, Qiankun Sect protected him, even if Yang Fan was also supported by a great saint, he would not be able to do anything about him.

At that time, as long as you try your best to persuade, one day, Yang Fan will be moved by his sincerity and worship him.

It is normal to join several forces and join several masters in the Lingwu world. For example, he has several masters in his life.

Unfortunately, he missed a little bit. Yang Fan was not as weak as he thought and could let him control it. Instead, he was a ferocious beast who could easily swallow his old bones and easily break his magic hand.

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It’s impolite to come but not go. Old guy, it’s my turn now. A joke flashed through Yang Fan’s eyes.

The next moment.........

With a light move of his right hand, he grabbed Shang Yuanyang with one claw.

Rumble.........

Yang Fan's right hand suddenly became bigger, like the legendary hand of the demon god, directly crushing everything and heading towards Shang Yuanyang's capture.

Ah! Why is this happening......

An unknown omen of collapse suddenly swept Shang Yuanyang's heart, his eyes raised, full of incredible expressions. The terrifying attack was simply terrifying and desperate. He was a three-star quasi-saint, and even a step away from the four-star quasi-saint realm. Even the four-star quasi-saint could hardly make him feel powerless. Yang Fan was only half a quasi-saint. How could he have such a terrifying power?

Ah! Break it for me! Break it! Break it!!!

With a desperate wail before the beast was dying, Shang Yuanyang ignored any side effects or side effects, and directly used the forbidden technique to burn the original mana and forcibly improve his combat power.

Ao!, Ao!, Ao!.........

Ten thousand dragons roared, and tens of thousands of golden true dragons burst out from his body. Each golden dragon had the power to destroy a star quasi-saint. Tens of thousands of golden dragons gathered together to form a mysterious formation that covered the sky and the sun, which was even more terrifying.

It's like a golden dragon world, crushing everything.

The power is almost comparable to a four-star quasi-saint who has a full blow. The average three-star quasi-saint who has no chance of escaping will be ruthlessly suppressed.

Unfortunately, there is no soft use.

Less than a breath.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!.........

All the golden dragons were completely destroyed, and no one was left.

The body of the Ten Thousand Beasts is almost at its peak. With the power of the flesh shell alone, Yang Fan can fight some seven-star quasi-saints. Even now, he can only use a little bit of the flesh shell power to suppress most four-star quasi-saints. It is not something that Shang Yuanyang, a small three-star quasi-saint, can compete with.

Shang Yuanyang's various performances were just futile.

Ah! No.........

With a shrill wail, the big hand of the sky fell down with a bang, and he captured Shang Yuanyang in his hand.

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Ah! Why is this happening? How can this happen!!!

I don’t believe it, how could his ancestors be defeated?

It is not true, it must be not true, hallucinations, they must be hallucinations.

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All the great Shang royal emperors, including Shang Haowu in Yang Fan's hands, were all like they were betrayed their parents and burst into heart-wrenching wails. They couldn't believe all this. The ancestor was a three-star quasi-saint, an invincible existence that surpassed the ancient emperor. How could he be defeated? Or was he defeated by Yang Fan, a little ghost who was not even tall enough.

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Old guy, you just want to accept me as your disciple, are you worthy? Yang Fan looked at Shang Yuanyang who was struggling with all his might and sneered.

Yang...Yang Fan, what do you want? Shang Yuanyang's eyes flashed with panic, and he no longer had the same energy as before.

What do I want? The people of the Shang clan are really funny. The young ones are so small, and you are the same as you, you framed them for no reason and seriously hurt me. They sent someone to deal with my Shengji Sect and even asked me what I want to do to you? It's so funny. A sarcasm streaked across Yang Fan's face. Those who didn't know the truth thought they were all the victims. Today, all of your Shang clan are going to die.

Yang Fan, you dare... Shang Yuanyang's heart was tight. Those unfilial descendants of the Shang clan died, but Yang Fan's meaning obviously included his ancestors of the Shang clan.

If anyone kills people, they will always kill them. If you dare to attack my relatives, you will all die. A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

Yang Fan, you...you...don't do anything wrong. I am an elder of the Qiankun Sect in the Red Dragon Continent. If you dare to harm my life, the Qiankun Sect will definitely not rest with you...

Qiankun Sect? Humph! He would stop knowing the truth, otherwise there would be no need to exist. Yang Fan said without caring about it, no matter how powerful the Qiankun Sect is, it can still be stronger than their Lingwu Holy Palace? Great, even if there are a few great saints and powerful people in charge, there is no need to disturb the Holy Palace. With his power alone, the Qiankun Sect can be eliminated from this world.

The Thirteen Great Saints are not a joke. Apart from those super forces with the powerful Saint Lord in charge, Yang Fan is enough to challenge any major force.

However, sometimes, no one believes it, and Shang Yuanyang sneered, haha... Junior, don't have some strength to be arrogant. My Qiankun Sect is not something you can imagine. Even if you offend me, even if you offend me, you will be unable to take it.... Junior, if you know the appearance, you will quickly let me go so that you will not bring disaster to you or the sects behind you.........

Just then.........

It was such a big tone. A small Qiankun Sect, who is a thing, dares to threaten my head? A disdainful sneer sounded from behind Yang Fan.

The next moment.........

Rumble.........

The space behind Yang Fan was torn apart like a curtain.

A middle-aged man in white robe walked out of it, with extraordinary demeanor and unparalleled power.

It was Lin Yi who stayed in the Tianhai Fleet.

You...you...who are you? An unspeakable panic flashed in Shang Yuanyang's eyes. Lin Yi gave him the feeling that he was even more terrified than the ancestors of the Qiankun Sect. You must know that those ancestors are all great saints and powerful people.

Who am I? Ant, please listen to me. Lin Yi, the steward of the sixth young master of the Lingwu Holy Palace. Lin Yi said proudly, the pride is hard to describe. Being able to become Yang Fan’s housekeeper is his greatest luck in his life.

Ling.........Lingwu Holy Palace............................................Yang Fan?

Being arrogant!!! Lin Yi's eyes flashed with anger, and the terrifying pressure crushed Shang Yuanyang. A small three-star quasi-saint dared to call him the name of the Lord, who gave him the courage?

Ah! Puff......... In an instant, Shang Yuanyang squirted out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath quickly became weak. This was because Lin Yi did not have Yang Fan's order and did not kill him. Otherwise, it would be as simple as spitting blood.

Finished......... It's over! Everything is over!!!

Shang Yuanyang's face was ashes, and his eyes were not only desperate but also despair. As a major force with several great saints and powerful men, Qiankun Sect is considered the top ranking in the entire Lingwu world, and there are records of the Lingwu Holy Palace.

That is the real master of the Lingwu Great World. Compared with the Lingwu Holy Palace, their Qiankun Sect is nothing.

As for Lin Yi's words, he had no doubt at all. Now he is a prisoner under the ranks. If the other party wants to kill him, there is no need to deceive him with just a thought.

In an instant, endless regret flooded Shang Yuanyang like a surging river. He lived a good life in the Red Dragon Continent, but why did he get fucked and wanted to return to the Bloody Continent? Isn’t it just a group of juniors of unknown generations, just letting them die. Now, it’s so good that he even lost himself.

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Mr. Lin, this old guy is handed over to you. He threw Shang Yuanyang in his hand to Lin Yi. Yang Fan's eyes turned and looked at Shang Haowu, who was still in horror and could not come back to his senses for a long time. He sarcastically said, the ancestor you rely on seemed to be just like this!!!

You...you...you...you...shang Haowu was trembling all over, so afraid that he could not speak the complete words. Even his ancestors were defeated, who could save him?

Haha... don't be afraid! Yang Fan smiled evilly and said, I said that if you will let this old guy and the people of the Shang clan die before you, you will never break your promise, so you are still safe before they die.......

Yang Fan......No......No, please let them go. There are injustice and debts. It is me who seriously hurt you. It is Shang Tianxun who framed you. If you want to kill, kill us. Everyone else is innocent... Shang Haowu's expression changed again, and he begged to say that at this moment, he completely accepted his fate. Today he is doomed and will surely die, but his tribe members and his relatives are unwilling to die for this.

Otherwise, even if he goes down to the underworld, he will not be at ease.

If you have a wrongdoer, you have a debt, and you deserve to say this. Yang Fan smiled coldly and said coldly, when you besieged Shengji Sect before, why didn’t you think that they were all innocent? It was time for your turn, but you said that if you have a wrongdoer, you have a debt, and they were all innocent, which was ridiculous.

Mr. Lin, do it!!!

Yes, Lord.

Lin Yi responded respectfully.

The next moment.........

His eyes turned and he looked at Shang Yuanyang, who was deserted on the ground, showed a cruel smile, his hands moved together, and he made strange blood-colored curse seals.

Rumble.........

Countless strange blood mists appeared out of thin air and flocked towards Shang Yuanyang on the ground.

Ah! What do you want to do...a feeling of extreme uneasiness instantly filled Shang Yuanyang's entire heart.

Bloodline is the guide! Blood curse kill!!!
Chapter completed!