"This time, by killing Mr. Wu Sang, I have completely offended the Phantom Demon Clan. The Master of Yuan Mirage and the Supreme Emperor Nightmare will definitely pay attention to me."

Yang Yunfan thought for a moment, but he didn't feel any fear at all.

Although Mr. Wu Sang is the son of Lord Yuan Mirage, Lord Yuan Mirage has lived for countless years and he will probably have many descendants.

As for the Supreme Emperor Nightmare, as the supreme and powerful man, he is aloof and will not care about such trivial matters.

To be able to cultivate to the supreme realm, your own pursuit is crucial, and anything else that hinders your cultivation is a burden!

Mr. Wu Sang is not a peerless genius like Mr. Zhong. He is favored by His Majesty Lei Zun and has high hopes for him.

Mr. Wu Sang is just a dandy!

For the Phantom Demon Tribe, one more is not too much, and one less is not a lot.

Kill it, kill it!

Can the Phantom Demon Clan still send powerful divine masters all over the world to hunt down Yang Yunfan for Young Master Wu Sang?

The powerful God Lord is a big figure who is in charge of one party. They cannot be easily mobilized. For the sake of a dandy, let the powerful God Lord put aside his practice and many things to pursue and kill Yang Yunfan?

This is unrealistic!

Yang Yunfan shot the Supreme Chance of the Demon Killer, and had a sworn hatred with him. He didn't see the Demon Killer chasing Yang Yunfan everywhere.

After all, when you reach the level of the Demon Killer Lord, every move you make is related to the safety of the entire ethnic group, and you will not act rashly unless it is absolutely necessary.

Yang Yunfan doesn’t have so much trouble!

He has grown too fast and has not been dragged down by big forces yet.

The only thing he cares about is the safety of the Earth's lineage, but in the eyes of other powerful God Lords, although Yang Yunfan was born on the Earth, the Earth is just a living planet.

In the eyes of the powerful God Lord, a living planet is not as precious as a spiritual treasure.

Naturally, no one would threaten Yang Yunfan with the earth.

This is equivalent to threatening a billionaire with a gain or loss of 100 yuan. It is just a joke.

In the past, when Yang Yunfan was weak, he dared to attack Young Master Kun of the Demon Killing Clan, and he also dared to fight to the death against Luo Gu, the genius of the Buddha Clan, at the Demon-Sealed Ancient Monument. Now, his strength is close to the level of a God Lord, and Master Wu Sang dares to provoke him.

, he will still be submissive? This is not his character!

"Killing people and seizing treasures is indeed a shortcut to getting rich. Master Wu Sang and his group got more treasures than I did in Qingkong Mountain and the temple of Lord Qingdi!"

After cleaning the battlefield again to make sure that he had not missed any treasures, Yang Yunfan did not return directly to Piaoxue City.

"Just going back to Piaoxue City like this will bring trouble to everyone in Piaoxue City for no reason!"

"Before the mark of divine consciousness on this petal rune is removed, I'm afraid it will be difficult for my true self to meet Qingxue. Otherwise, Qingxue will be harmed."

Looking at the mysterious rune mark like a petal on the palm of his hand, a faint aura of divine consciousness flowed out.

Although Yang Yunfan was not afraid of the spiritual projection of the owner of the petal rune, he did not have the confidence to take the gamble just in case.

"This mark of divine consciousness is both a threat and a motivation! If I can use this pressure to break through to the realm of the Divine Lord, then I don't have to be afraid of anyone!" Gritting his teeth, Yang Yunfan seemed to have figured everything out.

"Wow!"

With a wave of his hand, Yang Yunfan directly tore apart the space and left the realm of the gods!

…

at the same time.

In the boundless chaos, a huge mountain range, like an ancient behemoth, stretches across the void, floating forever in the gray chaotic world.

This huge mountain range is Netherworld Mountain.

Netherworld Mountain has existed since the beginning of the world, and is the origin of the Demon God clan.

Many ancient demon gods have been living on Netherworld Mountain.

The Netherworld Mountain has a vast territory, which is almost the same as the realms of gods. Furthermore, the Netherworld Mountain has a unique ability to absorb ordinary chaotic turbid air and precipitate and evolve new mountains.

This also makes Netherworld Mountain become bigger and bigger as time goes by.

Compared with the number of demon gods living on the Dark Star, it can be said to be the difference between a pond and the sea.

In the central area of ​​Netherworld Mountain, there is a mountain range that is circling like a python.

There is a huge city located at the core of the mountain range... This is the Phantom Emperor City.

The Supreme Emperor of the Phantom Demon Clan, the Supreme Emperor Nightmare, is one of the most mysterious and ancient Supreme Powers in Netherworld Mountain. He was born in chaos. Over the course of countless years, his descendants have reproduced for countless generations, which can be said to be countless.

Most of his direct bloodline lives in the Phantom Demon Emperor City.

"Faster!"

"The master is furious, please be careful!"

At this time, in the imperial city, in a luxurious palace, countless demon gods were running back and forth, walking in a hurry and looking nervous.

In their hands, they were carrying creatures with surging vitality, including five-color sacred deer, seven-color peacocks, nine-headed spiritual snakes, etc. These were all precious bloodlines of alien spiritual beasts, which were rarely seen on ordinary days.

However, at this moment, these alien spirit beast bloodlines were thrown into the boiling blood pool in the center of the palace, like cabbages, dozens of them in batches.

"Gulu gulu..."

The blood pool swallowed up these alien beasts, and bloody bubbles continued to emerge.

The petition in the blood pool was surrounded by bursts of blood and mist. Looking from the outside, the souls of spirit beasts that were roaring and wailing were revealed from time to time in the blood.

The entire blood pool was filled with a weird and real-like illusion.

"Chichi..."

After an unknown amount of time, the spirit beast's soul was completely swallowed up by the blood pool, and the dense blood energy above the blood pool condensed into magical energy threads.

These threads revolved around a black destiny talisman in the center, flowing slowly, just like weaving cloth, strand by strand, slowly began to condense and take shape. In the end, these spiritual threads actually outlined a faint

Shadow of the devil.

This phantom of the devil had a pale complexion, and his eyes were cloudy and gray, filled with the aura of death. He half grinned, revealing a row of fine sharp teeth, but his expression was in a daze, as if someone had taken away his soul.

It is Mr. Wu Sang!

Mr. Wu Sang's expression was initially at a loss, but now as the spiritual beasts were thrown into the blood pool for sacrifice, the fluctuations in his soul gradually became stable, and the shadow of his soul gradually condensed and gained charm.

After a while, his soul completely solidified.

"Um?"

"Where is this? Am I dead?"
Chapter completed!