Fantasy: After three years of pregnancy, a Saiyan was born

Chapter 279: The Power of Thunder

And the later it gets, the stronger the power of the thunderstorm, taking this weakest wave of thunder as an example, one wave can easily wipe out a peak half-saint.

However, it is also because of the terrible tribulation of this saint that he can prove his talent and demonity, otherwise, how can it be so easy to break through the Great Saint Realm.

If an ordinary person wants to step into the realm of a saint, he must at least accumulate thousands of years of years before he has a chance to become a saint, and he is not an ordinary saint, like that kind of top middle and low-level saint, without hundreds of millions of years of penance, he does not want to take that crucial step, and for the vast majority of semi-saint powerhouses, it is a long process to survive this saint tribulation.

Soon, a stick of incense passed.

Wisps of extremely pure Hongmeng purple qi evaporated from the top of Yang Fan's head.

In an instant, Yang Fan's whole person was wrapped in a cluster of extremely bright purple glow, just like the legendary Chaos Sacred.

"Sneer"

Hongmeng's purple qi was rolling and surging, like the long river of the Nu River, surging and rushing, running through the void.

"Pss

"Puff puff puff"

The endless Hongmeng purple qi turned into a little purple mang, which was integrated into Yang Fan's flesh and blood cells, and the pores around Yang Fan's body were dilated, and every inch of skin was crystal clear, as if it was carved from a piece of crystal.

Time flies, and a year passes.

"Huh~~~~" Yang Fan's closed eyes slowly opened, and there was a faint flash of purple light in the depths of his eyes, which made people dare not look directly, as if it contained a small purple cloud, deep and vast, boundless, like a sea of stars.

"Sage, I've finally taken this step. Yang Fan's face was full of joy, although he had already made sufficient preparations before the tribulation, and even the Devouring Law and the Nine Transformations Xuangong had been cultivated to the realm of the Nine Transformations Great Perfection, but the danger of the Tribulation was also far beyond his expectations, almost not long after he entered the eighth layer of the Underworld, he encountered the first thunderstorm.

That heavy storm, not to mention the Holy Lord, even if the Great Sage Supreme is not careful, it will fall here.

Of course, with Yang Fan's strength, even if he doesn't use any external force, he can resist the thunderstorm with his own strength, but the problem is that it takes a lot of time, and it is impossible to complete it before the arrival of the Styx Demon Lord, and if the time of the arrival of the Styx Demon Lord is delayed, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Moreover, although that heavy storm was not enough to make him injured, it was also a great weakening for Yang Fan's cultivation realm.

A heavy saint tribulation, a heavy weakening, in the end, even if you are lucky enough to withstand this heavy saint tribulation, its strength is probably less than one percent of the peak.

But fortunately, in the end, I survived and led it.

"~Boom!", "Boom!". Boom!" (If you read a violent novel, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Endless Hongmeng purple qi continued to pour ~ into Yang Fan's body, making Yang Fan's cultivation rise steadily.

Four years later.

Yang Fan spit out a mouthful of turbid breath (good for the king), and with a "boom", he rushed into the sky, and instantly tore the cave under his feet into slag and scattered in all directions.

Three years later.

In the hut where Yang Fan was, a powerful and unrivaled momentum burst out~ out, just like the revival of the ancient flood beast, crushing the Quartet.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Yang Fan's momentum soared wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it nearly doubled, and a series of fine spatial cracks appeared in the void.