Invincible Bloodline

Calamity! This was definitely the greatest calamity the foreign races had faced since the start of the great war!!    

    

In the entire Myriad Saint Continent, except for the Wan Sheng Mountains, the rest of the land had been ransacked by Yang Fann. There were almost no fish that escaped from the net.    

    

This loss was truly huge. It was likely that there were almost all the resources in the first layer of the foreign land.    

    

No one knew how many years it would take to recover from today's loss.    

    

Especially the Roc Holy Clan and the Saint Clan. They had suffered a great loss. They had lost both their wealth and men. From now on, the thirty-one Saint Clan and the one hundred and eight Saint Clan would be ranked once again.    

    

. . .    

    

Ten million miles away from Wan Sheng Mountains, in a mountain range.    

    

Yang Fann looked into the distance. His eyes were shining with a divine light, as if he could see through countless obstacles and see through everything in the Wan Sheng Mountains that was thousands of miles away.    

    

"Should I enter the Wan Sheng Mountains or not?"    

    

A trace of hesitation flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. The Wan Sheng Mountains was the true core of Saint Alliance, the essence of the Myriad Saint Continent. If he could rob the entire Wan Sheng Mountains, the resources in his hands would increase exponentially, or even more.    

    

At that time, he would be able to break through to the Peak Semi-saint after absorbing all these resources.    

    

However, Yang Fann had his own concerns. It was very likely that the fleeing saint clans, royal families, and powerful races' experts had all gathered in Wan Sheng Mountains. The current Wan Sheng Mountains could be said to be unprecedentedly powerful. It had gathered most of the top combat strength of Saint Alliance. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that. There were three levels in the entire foreign land. Even more top grade experts were gathered in the Wan Sheng Mountains.    

    

The real reason was that Holy Lord had as many as a dog. Half Saints were everywhere, and even if he was a Perfection Semi-saint, he could still count to over two hundred.    

    

This force was absolutely terrifying. It was enough to suppress a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint with ease.    

    

Furthermore, this Wan Sheng Mountains had been under the management of Saint Alliance for billions of years. How could it not have some hidden trump cards?    

    

Some small sects even had a great mountain protection formation to protect the Sect, let alone a colossus like the Saint Alliance.    

    

Furthermore, although the royal families of the Saint Clan had retreated in a hurry and left behind a large amount of resources, they were mostly ordinary resources. The true top grade treasure, the Clan Suppressing's saint weapon, wasn't left behind.    

    

At this moment, even a low grade saint would have to suffer a severe injury if they wanted to barge into the Wan Sheng Mountains. If they were not careful, they might be completely suppressed.    

    

And now, even if he used all of his trump cards, he could only barely break the boundary of the Human Saint Realm and barely have the power to fight against a low-level First Grade Saint.    

    

If he really wanted to barge into the Wan Sheng Mountains, the risk would be too great. The sixth or even the seventh level might be suppressed by the Saint Alliance.    

    

"Sigh. . . It's a pity that all of High Level Demon God's High Level Demon Gods have been used up in the Demon God's Sacrificial Altar. There are only a few of them, including those of the Half Saint realm. Otherwise, why would I need to worry so much?" A hint of regret flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. If he could fully inherit the Demonic God Battle Puppet army of Sage Duo Luo, he would be able to do whatever he wanted in the entire Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

    

One should know that there were three thousand Perfection Semi-saint warriors in the Demonic God Battle Puppet army at its peak. There were 108 Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint warriors, and there were even six Low-grade Saints guarding the army, coordinating with Devil God's battle formation. However, the trump card of Saint Duo Luo was something that even intermediate Saints could suppress.    

    

Breaking the Wan Sheng Mountains was just a matter of one strike.    

    

Of course, Yang Fann was just thinking about it. If the Demonic God Battle Puppet army was at its peak. . . Then he's not the one who swallowed the Doro saint. It would be Sage Duo Luo who had successfully Possessed him.    

    

. . .    

    

"Forget it, I'll let them go for now. " After pondering for a long time, Yang Fann still suppressed the greed in his heart.    

    

If it was ten times or a hundred times more resources, he could still take the risk. It was not worth it to put himself in danger for a few layers of resources.    

    

Besides, the places that he could get benefits from were not worth it. There was more than one place in Wan Sheng Mountains.    

    

Yang Fann rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.    

    

. . .    

    

Time passed slowly. Soon, half a month had passed.    

    

Yang Fann had never appeared in the Myriad Saint Continent again. Asura Zhen and the others guessed that Yang Fann had most likely left the continent.    

    

However, in this short period of time, no one dared to leave the Wan Sheng Mountains and return to their own land.    

    

For Demi-Saint Ancestor, who had been in seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years, half a month was too short. Even a slight blink of an eye would take more than that amount of time.    

    

No one could guarantee that Yang Fann, Little Brute, had only concealed his whereabouts. He was waiting for them to leave Wan Sheng Mountains so that he could take care of them all.    

    

. . .    

    

One month later.    

    

Roc Palace, Roc Sea.    

    

This was the thirty-first palace - the first ocean within the Roc Palace. It was vast and boundless, and its area was absolutely not inferior to a lower palace.    

    

At the center of the Roc's Sea was an enormous mountain that was countless tens of thousands of meters tall, and it was like a pillar that could hold up the sky as it shot straight into the sky.    

    

On it, there were many Kun Pengs with wings that were tens of thousands of miles wide and hundreds of thousand miles wide. They were flying freely above it.    

    

Kun Peng Mountain - Ancestral Land of the Kun Peng Race.    

    

Legend has it that in the Ancient Era, the other side didn't have this Kun Peng Mountain. Instead, it was the Kun Peng Holy Sovereign who used a great divine ability to transport this divine mountain from the other side, placing it in the center of the Kun Peng Sea, allowing the current Kun Peng Sacred Mountain to exist.    

    

The entire Kun Peng Mountain was situated above the eye of the Kun Peng Ocean, and there was a Holy Crystal vein suppressed beneath it.    

    

The Holy Crystal was a spiritual object used by Saint Sovereign for his cultivation. The spiritual energy within it was extremely abundant, and it was more than a billion times richer than a supreme-grade Immortal Crystal. A single ordinary low-grade Holy Crystal could hold up to a hundred trillion supreme-grade Immortal Crystals, and it was usually priceless.    

    

With the endless supply of Holy Crystals from the Holy Crystal vein at the bottom of the ocean, this entire Kun Peng Mountain was filled with spiritual energy. It was simply extraordinary.    

    

It was comparable to the core of the Saint Alliance - the Wan Sheng Mountains.    

    

In the massive 420 prefectures of the other side, the only place that had such a holy land was the Asura Saint Clan's holy land - Asura Palace.    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

Suddenly, the space on the Roc Mountain began to tear apart like a curtain.    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

A black-clothed Young Man walked out from the Spatial Fissure. He looked to be in his twenties. He was very young and his aura was unpredictable. At one moment, he looked ordinary and ordinary, and at other times, he was mysterious and unfathomable.    

    

"Who is it? How dare you trespass my Peng Kun Mountain? Are you tired of living?"    

    

"Ah. . . It's Yang Fann, the devil Yang Fann. "    

    

"What? The devil is sailing? The devil who swept across the entire Myriad Saint Continent, Yang Fann?"    

    

"He. . . Why did he come to our Kun Peng Mountain? Quickly inform the patriarch that the devil Yang Fann is here. "    

    

"Wuwuwu. . . I don't want to die, I don't want to die. "    

    

. . .    

    

Soon, the entire Kun Peng Mountain was in an uproar. Endless panic spread across the mountain. Yang Fann's name was nothing in the eyes of ordinary foreign races, but in the saint clans, royal clans, and powerful races, he was extremely ferocious. He was simply like an ancient devil that could stop a child from crying.    

    

This was the true Evil Spirit. He had swept across the entire Myriad Saint Continent by himself, forcing the entire Saint Alliance to hide in the Wan Sheng Mountains.    

    

Although in the past, every disciple of the Roc Holy Clan wanted nothing more than to eat Yang Fann's flesh and drink his blood in order to avenge their family members who died tragically under his hands, when Yang Fann appeared in Kun Peng Mountain, they realized that they couldn't find anything else besides fear.    

    

. . .    

    

That's right, the Black-Clothed Youth in the sky was precisely Yang Fann.    

    

After leaving the Wan Sheng Mountains, Yang Fann lunged at the Kun Peng Ocean. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Kun Peng Race had yet to leave the Kun Peng Mountain and capture them all in one fell swoop. The Roc Holy Clan was related to whether his law of devouring could successfully evolve into the Holy Sovereign Law of Devour, and he couldn't afford to lose it.    

    

There was no need to disguise himself as Xing Wuji. Yang Fann's speed had completely erupted. In just a month's time, he had crossed over dozens of pagodas and arrived at the Kun Peng Mountain in the Kun Peng Sea.    

    

"It seems like what I did in the Myriad Saint Continent has already reached the Kun Peng Mountain. " A wicked smile emerged on Yang Fann's face. He looked down at the world from above. His vision was able to ignore the layers of seals in the Kun Peng Mountain and see through everything. "What a good Roc Holy Clan, an Eighth Grade Perfection Semi-saint. A Seventh Grade Perfection Semi-saint and two intermediate Perfection Semi-saint. Five Low-grade Perfection Semi-saint! As expected of the second Saint Clan. Sure enough, their foundation is extraordinary. "    

    

One should know that in the Roc Palace, he had captured forty-three Half Saints and three Perfection Semi-saint experts. Together, he had captured a total of twelve Perfection Semi-saint and one hundred and fifteen Half Saints. This strength was enough to sweep across the Sun, Moon, and Star Clans with ease.    

    

However, there wasn't a trace of fear on Yang Fann's face. There was only endless excitement.    

    

The stronger the Roc Holy Clan was, the greater his chances of successfully breaking through to the level of Devouring Holy Sovereign Law would be.    

    

"All of you will become my nourishment for my advancement. "    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

An endless golden light was emitted from one side. Countless Divine Imprintss were flickering around his body. Bright Golden Towers that were filled with the aura of civilization rose from the top of Yang Fann's head. It pressed down on the Kun Peng Mountain below.    

    

. . .