Xianhong Road

Chapter 809 Thunder King's Wrath ([-]st update in the morning)
After cultivating to the middle stage of Huanya, Yang Fan's control over power is not comparable to that of back then.

I saw that the red sun in his palm was firmly controlled, although it was still twisting constantly, it was controlled within a certain area, and even the diffusion of breath was within a small area.

Yang Fan has been in Daqin for more than a hundred years, especially during those days when he stayed in the Immortal Dao Sect.

He deeply understands that the explosive power of the Huanbu stage is extremely powerful, and it is too early for him to enter the middle stage of Huanbu. If he can fully develop the potential of this power, he will be able to confront the master of the prince's mansion head-on without stepping into the late stage.

Of course, he has not yet cultivated to the peak of this realm, and there is still a distance from the real development and smooth operation-this requires the accumulation of mana and the tempering of actual combat.

Red sun and burning sky: In the past, it was a forbidden technique that Yang Fan could not control.

When he used this forbidden technique for the first time and got out of control, it caused a shocking effect, and even he himself was in a hurry.

In the past and present, he has basically mastered the eruption of this secret technique, otherwise he would not dare to use it to deceive others, not to mention that the one he wants to sneak attack is the peak powerhouse of the Palace Master level.

At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away from Yang Fan, a golden shadow swept across the sky at a terrifying speed. Wherever it passed, the clouds burst, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the nearby demon cultivators trembled and worshiped, making it difficult to breathe.

Only after reaching the late stage of the transformation of the gods and unfolding the divine consciousness, can one barely see the outline of the golden shadow.

It was an eagle-faced middle-aged man wearing a large golden robe and a golden crown. In a pair of golden pupils that were more oppressive and majestic than the young master Lei Ming, there was raging anger and deep sorrow.

There were traces of tears on his cold face.

"It's Lord 'Thunder King'..."

Wherever this person passed, the tyrannical coercion made tens of thousands of demon cultivators kneel and submit, and just the scattered demigod breath could suffocate ordinary high-ranking people.

King Lei Ming, the current head of the "Sky Eagle Mansion" in the Demon Emperor Realm, killed the previous head of the house 1000 years ago, and became the current head of the whole house.

However, King Lei Ming is a demigod beast with superhuman aptitude and talent, and his strength is somewhat stronger than ordinary princes.

"Liu'er... Father King will definitely avenge you, tear that human cultivator's corpse into thousands of pieces, extract his soul and refine his soul..."

The golden pupils of Thunder King's eyes dilated, and there were hideous and terrifying bloodshots faintly visible. The anger on his body made the aura released by him make the important people within a radius of ten thousand miles tremble with fear and feel depressed.

The powerhouse of the Great Perfection of God Transformation has ten times stronger consciousness than that of the later stage of Transformation God, and it can cover a radius of [-] miles.

At this moment, with his state of being a supernatural being, he has already seen the human monk tens of thousands of miles away.

The human monk ran very fast at first, which surprised him, but then slowed down, as if some secret technique was brewing.

"The enemy who killed my son, take his life—"

King Lei Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and a vast spiritual power, covering the void in a radius of ten thousand miles, condensed in the sky above Yang Fan.

With a distance of tens of thousands of miles, he was about to use his power of emptiness to attack the enemy.

This is where the supernatural beings are so terrifying.

He was about to condense the power of the gods to attack the human monk, but he suddenly stopped.

"No, this person's cultivation base is too low, and he's only in the mid-stage of transformation. I'm afraid that if I fully use the power of the void, his soul will be scattered in an instant, and he will be wiped out."

King Leiming's heart trembled, and he turned to let the terrifying power of emptiness descend on Yang Fan's body, binding this tiny human monk.

His idea is absolutely correct, the strong man of the void uses the power of distraction to extract the power of the ten thousand miles of void, and integrate the higher and deeper laws of Tongxuan.

If this power is concentrated on an ordinary cultivator, it will be an instant kill without a doubt.Even if there are ten or hundreds of them, most of them may be killed in an instant.

But at the same time, he was surprised in his heart, how could a human monk in the middle stage of transformation be able to kill Liu'er who inherited his demigod lineage?

Even though Liu'er's bloodline of divine beasts is not as pure as his, with the strength of the great demon cultivator of Huashen alone, I'm afraid it's not something a middle-stage cultivator of Huashen can shake?
During the rapid flyby, he found that the human monk seemed to be restrained by his own power of emptiness, but he didn't show any struggling movements, which was a bit abnormal.

Could it be that he was bound by my power of emptiness, without even the slightest strength to move?If so, it's normal.

But Thunder King found that the human monk was still concentrating mana while being bound.

Seeing this situation, King Lei Ming sneered, with a sarcasm on his face: "Pearls of rice grains dare to compete with Haoyue."

In the face of the high-ranking Palace Master, a tiny human monk, how dare he have the thought of resisting?
boom! !

He condensed a small group of spiritual power and bombarded the human monk.

But... no response! !
The man seemed to be a log, unresponsive, still facing away from him.

"what?"

King Leiming calmed down a bit, it might not be that simple for this person to kill the son of Huashen Dayaoxiu.

However, his idea of ​​underestimating the enemy will not be completely restrained.In any case, he did not believe that a cultivator in the mid-stage of transformation could pose a threat to the existence of a prince.

call out--

His speed is extremely fast, and he is the fastest strongman Yang Fan has ever seen in his life, more than twice faster than ordinary princes.

The distance is getting closer...

Seeing that Yang Fan was restrained in place, King Lei Ming didn't feel suspicious.

When he approached Yang Fan a thousand miles away... a sudden change occurred.

"Dare to ask... Your Excellency is the Palace Master of Skyhawk Mansion, King Thunder?"

The human monk turned around and put one hand behind his back.

King Lei Ming was startled, this person is not afraid of himself at all?
"It's this king. Are you the murderer who killed my son?"

King Lei Ming slowed down, and asked coldly, the two of them were already five hundred miles away, and the distance was getting closer.

Yang Fan felt an unprecedented oppression, he remained calm on the surface, but his heart beat slightly faster.

"I have heard the name of King Thunder for a long time, Yang has prepared a big gift for you..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.

"Big gift?"

King Leiming's gaze was fixed, and he slowed down to approach Yang Fan, and the distance between the two narrowed again.

Seeing Yang Fan flick away the hand behind his back, showing a round of crimson sun distorted to the extreme, it only makes people's heart skip a beat.

"What is this... not good—"

King Lei Ming was taken aback for a moment, then his heart jumped, and a terrifying aura came over his face.

Seeing the extremely distorted red sun in Yang Fan's hand, it flew towards him with a "hoo".

In his field of vision, the red sun was magnified thousands of times in an instant, and the dazzling red light spread hundreds of miles in an instant.

After Yang Fan sacrificed the "Red Sun", he ran faster than a rabbit, opened a distance of two to three hundred miles in an instant, and circulated a layer of mysterious light armor, even escaping into the earth.

Boom~~~~~
The red sun, which was twisted to the extreme, suddenly exploded, producing power ten times stronger than before.

At the moment of the explosion, a round of "Golden Crow" burning with golden-spotted flames was formed, which can be called a red storm of death and destruction, mixed with golden-spotted flames, expanding one hundred... two hundred... five hundred miles in an instant ... a thousand miles! !
Where the red destruction storm passed, everything turned into scorched black.

Within ten kilometers of the core, there is absolutely no possibility of survival, that is death Jedi.

Within a hundred miles, even the great cultivator of Huashen will be instantly reduced to ashes.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, those who are below the stage of transforming gods will be wiped out! !
huh~~~
The residual heat of the high temperature dissipated, and a huge scorched black or even crimson pit, centered on the Golden Crow made of golden-spotted flames, expanded for a thousand miles, and was exposed in this place of the monster race.

The red sun burning the sky, a large-scale forbidden technique, was also released for the first time in the Demon Emperor Realm.

As for King Thunder... the red sun controlled by Yang Fan exploded in an instant when it was about ten miles away from him, destroying the red storm and obliterating it. Yang Fan had no time to see the specific situation.

call out!
At the edge of the huge hollow thousands of miles away, a green and elegant figure with a few traces of earth-colored brilliance emerged from the ground.

"Hehe, I got it... Even if the Thunder King doesn't die, at least he will be seriously injured."

Yang Fan smiled at the corners of his eyes, secretly delighted that his plan was successful.

After all, since he deduced the exercises, he rarely attacked the enemy by surprise, and the pleasure was indescribable.

What's more, the opponent is a palace master level powerhouse who is one or two chips stronger than him.

And then right now.

"Human cultivator... I will tear you into pieces—"

A roar full of endless anger resounded through the void for thousands of miles.

scoff——

A golden figure flew out from the crimson storm, and the ferocious and terrifying face of the Thunder King, who was extremely angry and resentful, could be faintly seen.

At this moment, King Thunder's body was scorched black, especially his face, which was like black charcoal. If it weren't for those golden pupils filled with endless killing intent and anger, he might be mistaken for a black ghost who came out of nowhere.

"what……"

Feeling King Lei Ming's endless murderous anger and overwhelming pressure, Yang Fan's complexion changed, and he suppressed the smile in his heart.

You know, he had calculated the sneak attack just now hundreds of times, including dozens of possibilities.No matter how Thunder King reacts, he has corresponding measures.

When the red sun erupted, King Thunder was just at the boundary of the ten-mile death zone, at the core of the eruption.

However, when Yang Fan saw that King Thunder's scorched black left only half of his right arm, he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

It seems that in order to block that blow just now, King Thunder paid the price of half an arm.

Of course, Yang Fan guessed that he had at least suffered some internal injuries. The impact of such a destructive explosion is no joke, at least equivalent to tens of millions of catties of boulder bombardment, not to mention the mid-term high-temperature burning property.

In addition, the charred body of King Thunder Ming, the loose golden robe, was only broken, not completely destroyed and melted. It seems to be a good-quality psychic magic weapon, and the crown on his head is intact, and its level cannot be estimated ! !

"...I'm going to tear you into pieces—"

Before King Thunder's roar fell, the spiritual power of Wanli Void gathered and turned into a transparent golden blade, stabbing Yang Fan fiercely.

Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, countless demon cultivators felt the endless anger of King Thunder.

(Updated in the early morning, it was very hard work, on the first day of hot July, the ranking of the monthly pass is very important, I hope all fellow Taoists will support one or two.

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