I woke up after 300 million years

mad!

Not ordinary arrogance!

Not ordinary arrogance!

Not ordinary domineering!

There are three to four hundred thousand monks present. They are all strong men cultivated by the King Dao Lineage and the Supreme Dao Lineage. Their cultivation level is as low as three thousand Realm Master Realm. Most of the monks are in the Dao Dharma Realm Main Realm. There are also many kings in the Life and Death Realm. In this situation, threatening to One person surrounded the entire audience, truly astonishing these geniuses.

The female disciple of the Supreme Hall turned pale and almost scolded her, "This lunatic has offended tens of thousands of orthodoxy at once. Even the Supreme Hall cannot bear the revenge of so many orthodoxy!"

The woman in the red dress had a mournful face, "It's finished! That's too crazy. The Great Elder should not have brought him to the Central Continent, let alone rescued him in the ice field. He is just a trouble maker!"

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched and her eyes widened in anger, "You idiot, he is a troublemaker, aren't we... Huh, anyway, what he did has nothing to do with the Supreme Palace, so ignore it."

After a brief silence, a group of life and death monks looked at each other with cold eyes and shouted angrily:

"Yan Fan, you have gone too far. We have no enmity or grudge against you. Do you have to force us to attack you?"

"Great Demon King, we are not afraid of you. We were too lazy to waste time with you before. In the entire Eternal Battlefield, there are many people with higher cultivation and stronger combat power than you. You are not the only one, do you understand?"

"It's interesting. Fighting alone, I may not be your enemy together, but there are hundreds of thousands of geniuses here. Who do you think you are? Do you really think you are invincible? Are we giving you face?"

"Everyone, this guy is a scourge. He doesn't look for the Holy Seal, but only robs monks. If we join forces to destroy him, we can do justice to God!"

Everyone was so angry that no one had lost their temper in the hot-blooded years!

Tolerance? Haha, in the eyes of the younger generation, tolerance is an insult to oneself!

Yan Fan carried the iron rod, with a cheerful smile on his lips, as calm as a pool of water, and whispered:

"It doesn't matter if there are thousands of people, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands. Throughout the ages, there is no great emperor who is not invincible among his peers, who is not alone in fighting the sky, who is not contemptuous of millions of geniuses. Of course, I, Yan Fan, can create the brilliance that my predecessors can create." !”

"What? Aren't you coming? Do you want me to take the initiative?"

Everyone was furious, and a group of life and death realms led by them rushed over, and the word resounded throughout the eternal battlefield.

"war!"

Xuanyuan Shu was shocked and cursed secretly: Madman, how dare you monopolize hundreds of thousands of geniuses!

Facing the opponent who was coming like a tidal wave, Yan Fan jumped up, raised his hand and shot out the Beihuang Sky-Breaking Finger, stepped on the eighteen-sided sky mirror, and moved the roc skill behind him to the extreme, traveling between heaven and earth.

"I'm a sap for every one of you!"

"You don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, you will be knocked unconscious!"

Yan Fan was like a wild horse running wild, running wild in the crowd, hitting the monks on the back of the head, and he was ruthless. The genius in the realm of life and death could not stop the sap and fainted directly to the ground.

A male cultivator at the Three Thousand Realm Lord Realm yelled, "Fuck you, uncle, why are you chasing me!?"

"Don't run away, my chicken!" Yan Fan fought his way out, being arrogant and unreasonable.

The male cultivator was so angry that he vomited blood, "You are the chicken, your whole family is the chicken, and I am the descendant of Dapeng!"

"Whether you are Dapeng or Xiaopeng, I want your essence and blood!" Yan Fan swung his stick and hit the male cultivator on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

He added another punch, piercing the opponent's heart, condensing seven drops of blood essence in one second, and swallowed it.

[Sure enough, the essence and blood of the descendants of divine beasts is a great tonic, the best choice for strengthening the body and blood. Unfortunately, the cultivation is too weak and the blood is not pure enough. 】

The moment Yan Fan gathered his essence and blood, he withstood the killing blows of hundreds of kings in the life and death realm.

The red clothes were damaged and he was unable to defend himself. Fortunately, his physique comparable to that of a ferocious beast kept him unscathed.

Some people couldn't believe it, "This is harmless? Could he be an ancient ferocious beast?"

Some people seriously suspected, "He just used the roc technique to kill the descendants of the golden-winged roc clan. Maybe he is really a ferocious beast!"

Yan Fan wandered around the battlefield, fighting hundreds of thousands of monks while quickly approaching the white light pillar, always keeping an eye on the movement of the Three Emperors Sword.

Although there are many enemies, there are only a few monks who can truly threaten him.

This group of monks couldn't cooperate and occasionally injured teammates by mistake, causing the situation to become increasingly chaotic.

Suddenly, a divine sword flew from the sky.

Kill Yan Fan with one sword!

Qin Shi, the ace of the Qin family, arrived, wearing a red gold battle armor, stepping on a lion, raising his hands to suppress thousands of monks, and the fighting power of Nirvana in the realm of life and death exploded unbridled, looking down on the world.

Not only that, just as Yan Fan stabilized his steps, the big cauldron that blocked out the sky and sun came crashing down.

"Quasi-sacred soldier!"

Feeling the aura of the cauldron, Yan Fan immediately took out the Junzi Sword and struck out with one move that broke through all kinds of magic.

The big cauldron shattered the Junzi Sword, hit Yan Fan hard on the chest, flew thousands of miles away, and smashed into barren mountains. The power was so terrifying that most supreme beings would not dare to take it hard!

Someone found a woman standing on the big cauldron.

"It's her! Heir to the Immortal Palace, Immortal!"

The woman in the white dress has an outstanding grace, her feet are on the cauldron of the holy soldier, and she goes straight towards the Three Emperors Sword.

Not to be outdone, Qin Shi used the quasi-sacred soldier's divine sword and slashed at the woman in the white dress.

"Immortal, you are not a sword cultivator. The Three Emperors Sword is destined to me, so you are selling me a favor!"

"Face?" Xianxian snorted coldly, "What face do you have? If you want face, your fists will do the talking!"

The two men's strength made other monks dare not approach.

Xuanyuan Shu stood at the edge of the light pillar, trying for a long time but unable to enter. He looked up and secretly smacked his lips, "The first sword in Mingyue City, Qin Shi, a woman from the Immortal Mountain, Immortal, these two guys did not get the God-given quota. .....No, they should give up voluntarily and come here specifically to suppress us!"

Kong Renjie was worried, "Senior Brother, will something happen to Senior Brother Yan Fan?"

"It's your own fault. He provoked everyone, and his end is already doomed." Xuanyuan Shu's tone was indifferent, and his focus was on the Three Emperors Sword. It was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't get it, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

......

In the ruins, Yan Fan's chest exploded and his flesh and blood were mixed.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

He vomited blood, paused for two seconds, and complained loudly, "It's outrageous. He actually brought quasi-sacred weapons to the Eternal Battlefield. If I had known better, I would have borrowed two quasi-sacred weapons from Yaoyao."

There was no way for him to make up for the gap in the equipment. A monk who had achieved nirvana in the realm of life and death with a quasi-sacred weapon could at least explode with the power of a half-step supreme, or even a blow from the mortal supreme.

"Yan Fan, go to hell!"

"I call you a fool, you are vulnerable to a real strong man!"

"Stop talking nonsense and kill him while he's sick!"

A group of monks who had emerged from the realm of life and death two or three times came and launched a killing move.

Yan Fan's eyes were cold and lonely, and the injury on his chest healed quickly, visible to the naked eye, and he condensed a weak water sword with one hand.

A sword shot to the sky, destroying everything, shattering Taoism, and killing hundreds of people!

"Still want to pick up the slack? I'm just injured, not without the ability to fight. You're a bunch of idiots!"

After killing a hundred people, Yan Fan moved his neck, pulled at the torn collar of his red coat, and looked into the distance.

The white beam of light resisted all the monks who wanted to fight for the Three Emperors Sword. Those geniuses who touched the beam had their arms cut off directly by the sword energy.

Qin Shi and Xianxian, armed with quasi-sacred weapons, could only step one hundred meters into the light pillar and could not move forward.

"Can't even stop the quasi-sacred weapons? Then how to get this Nine Heavens Sacred Weapon..." Yan Fan frowned and said to himself.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared.

The girl is wearing a golden dress with a sun bird pattern. She has shoulder-length short hair and is fresh and beautiful. Her little feet are not stained by dust. She is less than one meter tall and is as cute as a porcelain doll.

Yan Fan was extremely surprised, "My girl!"