Douluo's opening confession to Bibi Dong

Chapter 685: The Light Tribe

What's more, for a king, he finally left an heir, but was killed by Yang Fan. The revenge of killing his son was different from Dai Tian. The eyes of the king of the ancient Maha clan were almost red.

Looking at Yang Fan in sight, although Yang Fan's face has changed greatly now that he has returned to his original appearance and his former appearance, his aura is not concealed, and it is easy to recognize him if you pay careful attention. .

In just a moment, the king of the ancient Maha tribe seemed to have bloodshot eyes. He thought he had killed Yang Fan when he was at the Imperial Pass, which made him feel like his great revenge had been avenged.

But now seeing Yang Fan standing here properly, the unforgettable hatred suddenly emerged, even stronger. Behind the king of the ancient Maha clan, Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and others also looked at Yang Fan.

There was a look of disbelief in their eyes. They had seen Yang Fan die at the hands of the God King with their own eyes, and his body and soul were destroyed. That was what they saw with their own eyes, but such a person who was sentenced to death appeared alive again. In their sight.

Surprise, shock, disbelief, then silence, and then the murderous intention revealed. A person who survived under the God King made them feel a huge threat,

Behind Yang Fan, a strong man from the Spirit Empire seemed much calmer. He just glanced at Yang Fan one more time. For them, what Yang Fan went through after he walked out of the Gate of Rebirth was not of particular concern to them.

"Yang Fan, I want you to die without a complete body today."

The king of the ancient Maha tribe had teeth that clattered and his eyes were all red. Maha You was his only descendant, and he was very fond of him and was cultivated by him wholeheartedly.

Even on a certain level, Mahayou was completely regarded by him as his everything, more important than the entire ancient Maha clan, but he was killed by Yang Fan. This hatred went deep into the sea: "I want to use Your blood is a tribute to You'er's spirit in heaven."

"Kill me, it's you or you guys."

Hearing the words of the king of the ancient Maha clan, Yang Fan smiled slightly, looked at the king of the ancient Maha clan, Qing Hui and others, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Just because of you people..."

Contempt, this is naked contempt, just by you people, you say a word lightly, but the contempt in it is barely concealed.

"Yang Fan, you are too arrogant. Have you forgotten how you died in Diguan last time?"

Qinghui from Cihang Jingzhai opened her mouth. She was dressed in white clothes, covering her tall and plump body. She had a cold and beautiful face, and her phoenix eyes looked at Yang Fan coldly.

If the king of the ancient Maha tribe hates Yang Fan the most, then Qinghui ranks second. Last time at Diguan, she was beheaded by Yang Fan with a sword. Her head flew high and was seen by countless people, although she was not killed. , but for a king, it is definitely a huge insult.

She directly brought up the matter of Diguan last time. Her words were sharp and pointed, and she wanted to attack Yang Fan verbally. After hearing Qinghui's words, the faces of Yueguan and others behind Yang Fan changed slightly.

Even Yue Guan's eyes fluctuated. Except for Jiang Ming, who knew the truth, no one else knew how Yang Fan returned to China, and Yang Fan didn't tell anyone else.

Sure enough, when they heard that Yang Fan was killed last time he came back, the expressions of all the Spirit Empire masters changed, but their reactions were not big, because they knew that even if Yang Fan came back "dead", strictly speaking, Yang Fan It didn't count as death, it could only be counted as failure, and Yang Fan's expression didn't change much at the deliberate stimulation of Qinghui's words.

"Although I lost last time, does it have a lot to do with you? Have you forgotten the lesson from last time? Believe it or not, I will pluck your head off right now."

When Yang Fan spoke, his tone was still very calm, but compared to Qing Hui's words, they were even more sharp and domineering.

"I hope you can still be so arrogant in the future." Qinghui's face was livid, her words failed to stimulate Yang Fan, and instead her own sore spot was exposed.

"Yang Fan, you are too arrogant. You were lucky enough to survive last time. Today, you will definitely die. Not only you, but the entire Douluo will be destroyed."

Huo Lingzi was dressed in a fiery red robe, wrapped in red light, like a god of fire, his whole body wrapped in red flames.

"Yang Fan, have you forgotten who cut off your head at Diguan last time?"

In the void, a misty and cold voice sounded. This was the blood king hidden in the void speaking. The voice was so gloomy that it made people feel chills in their backs unconsciously.

"Really? Then I will give you another chance today. Come on together. Also, my name is Yang Fan." Yang Fan spoke again, his face neither happy nor sad. He was not angry because of the words of the king of the blood clan. As he spoke, he lightly grabbed his right hand in the air: "Whoops!"

A stream of light flew from the depths of the starry sky, with an astonishing edge, and finally landed firmly in Yang Fan's hand. Everyone saw the stream of light clearly. It was a sword, but it was a broken sword. The sword body Cut off in the middle,

This is Fanjian. It was broken during the battle at Diguan in the past, but it was not completely destroyed. The sword spirit is still there and has a close connection with Yang Fan. Now it has returned to Yang Fan's hands again. The only flaw is that it has become a broken sword.

"Back in Diguan, you guys joined forces to attack me. Let me see how much you have grown after eight years." Holding the Fanjian in his right hand, a feeling of spiritual connection came. Holding the Fanjian, Yang Fan pointed directly at Mo The kings of the Hegu clan, Qinghui and many other powerful forces said: "You all come together."

The king of the Maha Ancient Clan had red eyes. Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and other kings also had their faces turned black, as black as the bottom of a pot. Yang Fan was really too arrogant at this moment.

That way, he didn't take them seriously at all, which made people feel angry, especially when he felt the eyes of others behind him, which made his face feel hot.

Yang Fan was simply bullying them. As kings, they were so proud. They had never felt so aggrieved, but they had to say,

At this moment, they really didn't dare to take action against Yang Fan easily. When they were at Diguan, even though so many of them worked together, they still couldn't kill Yang Fan. Eight years later, they were even less sure.

Because they know that Yang Fan is stronger than when he was in Diguan, and he has obviously made a big breakthrough. They can't even see Yang Fan's depth now, not to mention that Yang Fan has Ditian and Yueguan beside him.

There are two more kings. Even if they can feel that Yueguan and Ditian have not broken through to the king realm for a long time, they are still kings after all. When they reach this realm, it is really difficult to make a big difference, and they do not dare to take action rashly.

Yang Fan made them very afraid, and even if they really risked their lives to attack Yang Fan and others, they might be able to win, but they had no doubt that many of them would die.

People are selfish, especially in many cases. The higher the strength and status, the more they cherish their own lives. They sacrifice themselves to destroy Douluo and let others get an advantage. They are not so noble.

"What, don't you have the guts?"

Yang Fan looked at Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi and others with a bit of ridicule on his face. He saw that these people clearly hated him to death, but they were reluctant to take action. He knew more or less what these people were thinking. , but he didn't care,

In fact, none of the people in front of him mattered to him. What he did was just deliberately showing a strong posture to give the people in the Spirit Empire behind him some confidence.

Yang Fan has always believed that confidence is the most important thing for a person. No matter when, where or how dangerous the situation is, a person cannot lose confidence.

As long as you have confidence and perseverance, there is hope, even a ray of hope. But if you don't have confidence and give up, then there is really no hope at all.

On the other side, Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and others all had ugly expressions on their faces, and their faces became hot when they saw Yang Fan's mocking eyes.

There was strong murderous intent and anger in their hearts, but they held it back. It was not like fighting with Yang Fan.

This is not in their interests, but the current situation also puts them in a dilemma, and some can't stand down.

Behind Yang Fan, Yang Tian and other strong men from the Spirit Empire saw this moment, but their eyes lit up.

There was a burning look in his eyes. How powerful one person could intimidate all the kings.

"Young man, you are too arrogant!"

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded, causing the expressions of everyone present to change slightly.

Then I saw the sky above the confrontation between the two sides. The void twisted into a whirlpool, and a void tunnel appeared. A large piece of golden light spread out from inside.

Then I saw a figure slowly walking out of it. It was an old man who looked to be in his 60s.

She has blond hair, and the most important thing is that she has a pair of white wings on her back.

Meet the envoy! "

Seeing this man walking out of the void, golden light spread out under his feet, like a god arriving, Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and other kings, as well as everyone present except for the people from the Wuhun Empire, all turned towards The old man in front of him bowed his hands and saluted.

Look respectful.This is an old man with blond hair and wings on his back. He walks out of the void. Golden light spreads under his feet, like a god, sacred and majestic.

Holding a golden dharma sticker in both hands, the moment the old man appeared, except for Yang Fan and other people from the Spirit Empire,

Whether it was Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian, the kings of other major forces, and everyone else present, they all bowed to the old man who appeared, showing special respect. .

This is amazing. If only other people salute this old man, that's it, because this old man is really strong and a king. He is aloof.

It is worthy of the respect of anyone under the king, but Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and more than a dozen kings of major forces also saluted this man, and with respect,

This is a bit unusual. They are both kings and have the same status, but Qinghui and others have to pay tribute to this old man.

"For the people of the Imperial Clan, will the rightful master finally come out?"

The smile on Yang Fan's face faded, and his eyes became serious. Looking at the old man who appeared, his identity was too obvious.

The pair of white wings on his back had directly indicated his identity. He was a member of the Guangming clan among the three major imperial clans in the world, and he was also a king. Yang Fan knew that his biggest enemy was coming.

All the golden light dissipated, and the old man stood high in the starry sky, holding a golden dharma sticker with a kind smile on his face.

Looking at Yang Fan and others from a high place, it feels like looking down and condescending. Behind the old man, Qing Hui, Huo Lingzi and other kings of the major forces all showed joy in their eyes when they saw the old man appearing. Xiang Yang Fan's gaze also changed from anger to sneer.

"I didn't expect that you could still survive. It's surprising. You are indeed qualified to be proud of being able to escape from your Majesty's hands, but that's all."

From above, the blond old man spoke, looked at Yang Fan and said calmly, feeling aloof.

"You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime. In the ancient battle, you sinners were lucky enough to escape and survive today. However, after today, everything will be over."

As he spoke, the blond old man raised the golden dharma sticker in his hand high: "You sinners, you have not yet accepted the trial!"

"Sinners, who condemns us, are you qualified?"

Yang Fan's eyes were sharp, looking at the old man of the Guangming clan like a blade: "In the ancient battle, our Douluo ancestors threw their heads and blood to fight against powerful enemies from outside the territory. The world of gods collapsed, the heaven and earth collapsed, and the first generation of Shura, the first generation of dragons... Gods, the first generation of destruction, the first generation of kindness, the first generation of evil and other god-kings shed blood in the starry sky, and the creation gods fight with powerful enemies from outside the realm. I don’t know whether I will live or die. Tell me, how can I, Douluo, be a sinner? What crime do I, Douluo, have?"

Yang Fan yelled and asked, "There are too many mysteries surrounding Douluo's conviction in the ancient battle, and it's a bit far-fetched.

No matter what, Yang Fan didn't really believe it. Five god kings died in the battle, known as God King No. 1. The God of Creation who was closest to the god king also disappeared during the war.

Under such circumstances, it is really not very convincing to say that Douluo colluded with powerful enemies from outside the territory to betray this world. Moreover, when Douluo was known as the Emperor Star, he was so powerful.

If they really colluded with powerful enemies from outside the territory, maybe they could hide and go to war directly, which would be enough to overwhelm everything. How could they kill many god-kings in the battle with powerful enemies from outside the territory?

If Douluo really betrayed this universe, Yang Fan didn't believe it. Even if he really betrayed, Yang Fan believed that there was definitely a bigger secret in it, and it was definitely not Douluo's fault.

"I think the real sinners are you. You are the ones who falsely accuse me, Douluo, and should be punished."

Yang Fan let out his last soft drink. The people in the Wuhun Empire behind him were fine, but the kings of Qinghui, Huo Lingzi, Tuoba Changtian and other major forces on the other side, as well as people from other major forces in the starry sky or casual cultivators present, It’s all slight changes at this moment,

Yang Fan's words were too sharp. Not only did he want to exonerate Douluo, he also wanted to bite the Guangming clan back.

Many people looked shocked. This was too bold. This was the Guangming Clan. At that time, the Imperial Clan had a god king dormant. Even the major holy places and royal clans did not dare to be disrespectful at all.

"You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and you still don't know how to repent. It seems that there is really no need for you to exist."

The face of the old man from the Guangming Tribe also darkened for a moment, with an icy cold light in his eyes. However, he was not overly aggressive, but very calm: "In ancient times, we failed to completely destroy Douluo. Today, let me wait for you." Turn into ashes."

An icy voice came out of the mouth of the Guangming Tribe. At this moment, the temperature between heaven and earth dropped to freezing point.

Everyone felt a suffocating chill. They knew that this was the old man from the Bright Tribe who was about to take action.

Sure enough, after he said these words, he raised the golden dharma sticker he was holding in his hands, high above his head -

"I respectfully invite the King of Gods to receive my dharma invitation!"

The old man of the Guangming clan respectfully raised the golden dharma sticker in his hand high above his head and said loudly, and then he saw the golden dharma sticker in his hand slowly levitating, and golden light bloomed.

(End of this chapter)