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The ancestor's face slightly changed, and coldly snorted: "Perhaps once you grow up to the Deity Stage, I will not be your match.
But now, you don't have that chance to grow up! "
No matter how powerful his background was, he was still just a junior from the Ichthyosaur Stage Realm. Transform Saint Stage was the heavens.
Jesus could not keep anyone he wanted to strike.
But unfortunately, the one the ancestor met was the demon, Ye Fan!
Ye Fan disdainfully curled his lips, and arrogantly said: "So what if you have Transform Saint Stage? "It's not like I haven't killed him before."
"Dragonbone Battle Sword, fight with me!"
Shua ~ Ye Fan rushed out, Ling Tian slashed his sword towards his opponent.
Was he really not afraid of death?
The old ancestor's pupils shrank as the blood threads in his hands swirled through the air, forming a blood-red blade.
"Absolute Soul Saber, you have to see blood!"
Clang ~ The two weapons collided ferociously, and ripples spread out in all directions.
Ye Fan's figure flickered, surrounding the patriarch as he frantically attacked.
However, the Patriarch wasn't slow either. Every time, he would use the Absolute Soul Saber to push him back.
In that moment, Ye Fan's arm went numb, he had consumed most of his Essence.
The old ancestor's expression was even more unsightly. This fellow was willing to sacrifice his life for this cause him to be unable to make a single mistake.
"With your little strength, you want to kill the Spirit Transformation Stage powerhouses? How ridiculous! " The ancestor said coldly.
The Soul Severing Saber's bloody aura expanded and even the peak of the saber began to buzz.
A blood wave suddenly came out, and actually forced Ye Fan to retreat for more than three hundred meters. Even the Dragonbone Battle Sword in his hands started to tremble.
Throwing away the battle sword, Ye Fan arrogantly said: "With my little strength, killing you is enough!"
"Next, I'll show you what a monster is!"
"Ding ~ Consumption: 800,000 experience points, increasing cultivation level ~"
"Ding ~ Fish Dragon Eight Layer!"
An unending stream of elemental energy flowed from his Zifu towards his four limbs and hundred meridians. It was like someone dying of thirst suddenly seeing a lake.
Ye Fan lowered his head, slowly feeling the berserk energy.
As long as a person was strong, he would not be bullied.
Only by becoming powerful would others be able to respect you.
If you remain strong in this alternate world, what awaits you will be death.
Weng ~ A layer of air burst out from Ye Fan's body, the aura around him had astonishingly increased by more than ten times.
How was this possible?
Such a bizarre occurrence had actually happened in front of the forefather's eyes.
The forefather hadn't even realized that he could instantly advance to the next level! For ordinary people, they would need at least half a year to prepare for seclusion.
After all, this guy was leveling up, so he must have instantly attacked!
"The Silver Sand of the Milky Way, go!"
Weng ~ That silver bowl appeared above Ye Fan's head and silver sand rolled down.
"Go!"
Ye Fan pointed, and the Dragonbone Battle Sword shot out. However, when Fang Yi slashed at the silver sand, it felt as if it had grown tens of thousands of times heavier, becoming lifeless and lifeless.
Even the Dragonbone Battle Sword seemed to have lost a lot of strength.
Ye Fan's heart sank.
"Heh heh!" This treasure has been refined by me for several hundred years, it can be considered an existence of the pseudo-spiritual treasure level.
If you get caught in it, you'll be buried alive! " Grandmaster Tian Yuan sneered.
The silver sand quickly gathered together and formed a huge silver ball.
Beneath Ye Fan's feet, the sand was surging like the tide. Being stuck in it was like falling into a quagmire; one wouldn't even be able to move one's feet.
It was truly strange.
After pondering for a moment, he felt that something was off, so he threw out a purplish-gold Smothering Gourd.
"Since you, Silver Sand, are so precious, you should feed me your spirit pet!" Ye Fan sneered.