1077: C1077 Divine Eye Bloodline

C1077 Divine Eye Bloodline

The Outlanders are high and mighty, and the humans are slaves.

However, there were also exceptions. Some humans still had quite a good status.

If there was any human force that had a Demi-Saint Ancestor, their status in the foreign land would immediately skyrocket. Although it couldn't be compared to the Saint Clan, Royal or powerful races, it was still much higher compared to the ordinary High-level Alien Clan.

No matter where it was, strength was the guarantee of status.

Whether or not the ordinary High-level Alien Clan could have a half-step Holy Lord was still a question. No matter how much they looked down on the human race, they wouldn't dare to offend Demi-Saint Ancestor.

Even a rabbit would bite when it was anxious, let alone Demi-Saint Ancestor, who stood at the peak of all living beings.

The foreign land was huge, and Demi-Saint Ancestor was hiding his true intentions. It would be extremely difficult for the Saint Alliance to find him.

Furthermore, the Saint Alliance couldn't possibly go all out just for the sake of a mere High-level Alien Clan. At most, they could only hunt him down for symbolic purposes.

In the foreign land, the High-level Alien Clan didn't have a million, but at least a few hundred thousand. In the eyes of the Saint Alliance, an ordinary High-level Alien Clan didn't have much status.

Azure Horn Prefecture - Huajia. It was a big family with Demi-Saint Ancestor in charge.

In this ordinary middle prefecture, except for the royal family, there weren't many high rank forces who dared to offend the Huajia.

West Hua City - one of the five cities ruled by the Huajia. It was close to the Dead Blood River. Over the past tens of millions of years, more and more humans had smuggled into the foreign land. Originally, West Hua City was the lowest ranked city in the five cities of the Huajia, but it was getting more and more prosperous with each passing day. It even seemed to be on par with Hua Family Lord City - Central Hua City.

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On this day, at the bank of West Hua City's River of Death.

All of a sudden, the space was torn apart like a curtain, and a Young Man walked out from it. He was around twenty years old, and he was very young. His aura was drifting. His body was filled with a kind of concept that could return to its original state.

This Young Man was none other than Yang Fann.

A year had passed, and Yang Fann had swept across the entire foreign land. Apart from the four prefectures, he had wreaked havoc in the four hundred and twenty prefectures.

Three of them were the Sun, Moon, and Star Prefectures where the Sun, Moon, and Star Ranks were located. After ten years of maintenance, Yang Fann still felt indebted to him.

Regarding this, the Sun, Moon, and Star Prefectures really didn't know how to thank Yang Fann. Or should they hate Yang Fann? It was him. Not only did he kill their young master, Xing Wuji, he even disguised himself as Xing Wuji and sneaked into the Saint Alliance. This had made their position in the Saint Alliance awkward, even though all the foreign races knew about it. The three of them were also victims of this incident, but there were still many foreign races who had vented their anger on them because of this incident. If it wasn't for the fact that their Sun, Moon, and Star were not weak, perhaps they would have been completely removed from the list of the angry foreign races. However, it was also because of this that the three clans were able to survive this catastrophe. They were completely unharmed.

Thinking about the losses of the other Saint Clan and Royal Families, and then looking at themselves, it was truly a blessing.

The last one was the Asura Race.

Half a year ago, Yang Fann had once visited the Asura Blood Sea, but in the end, he gave up on the idea of robbing the Asura Race. Facing the endless sea of blood, the thought of attacking the Asura Race flashed through his mind.

At Yang Fann's cultivation base, an instinctive warning was almost an omen.

If he really disregarded everything and forcefully charged into the Asura Blood Sea, it was very likely that he would die.

It was not like he was in a life or death situation, there was no need to take that risk.

Yang Fann never thought that the Goddess of Luck would bless him.

The longer he lived, the final winner. Yang Fann had always deeply agreed with this.

. . .

A year had passed, and the entire foreign land had almost been turned upside down by him. A large amount of resources had been plundered by Yang Fann, and a huge amount of heavenly paradises and top-grade spiritual mountains had been kept by him in the Heaven Swallowing Gourd. In any case, these top-grade spiritual mountains had been occupied by the various major foreign races, so Yang Fann wasn't afraid that he would accidentally hurt the foreign humans because of this.

In just a short year, Yang Fann's net worth had more than doubled.

Currently, Yang Fann's net worth was so high that he could be considered wealthy even amongst intermediate Saints, let alone some low grade Saints.0

However, there was a flaw in some of the good things. In the remaining half a year, he had only managed to find a few five saint artifacts. Compared to the harvest from the first two months, there was no comparison at all.

Out of the last five saint artifacts, besides a supplementary saint artifact that Yang Fann had kept for himself, the other four First Calamity saint artifacts had been fed Yang Fanns by Yang Fann.

After turning the entire foreign land upside down, Yang Fann also prepared to embark on his return journey and leave the foreign land.

More than thirty years passed. He had never been separated from his parents for such a long time.

Moreover, continuing to stay in the other side was just a waste of time. With the Blood River's Sacred Seal, he couldn't improve his cultivation base at all. As for those alien expert, they either hid in the Saint Alliance and Asura Blood Sea, or hid themselves, playing hide and seek with him.

To find them in the vast foreign land was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

However, before he left, Yang Fann left behind a spiritual clone. Although his strength was less than one in a million, which was barely comparable to a First Grade Perfection Semi-saint, Yang Fann didn't ask him to attack the Saint Alliance and hunt down those hidden alien expert. As long as he popped his head out every few months and revealed his tracks, it would be enough.

Those frightened alien expert wouldn't be able to make any unusual movements in a short period of time. Adding the spiritual clone, it wouldn't be a problem for him to fool them for a period of time. It wouldn't take long. As long as it was a few thousand years, Yang Fann was confident that he could break the Blood River's Sacred Seal and get rid of the future threat of the human race.

Currently, he wasn't even a hundred years old, and his combat strength was comparable to a low level Saint Sovereign. If he was given another few thousand years, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to surpass a high level Saint.

Of course, this was also Yang Fann's test for the foreign race. Now that he had killed three or four levels of the top grade expert, the remaining combat strength of the foreign race had become cowards. If these foreign humans were still willing to accept the slaves of the foreign race, they wouldn't dare to resist at all. At that time, he would have to reconsider the arrangements of these foreign humans.

There was no other way for these foreign humans to merge with the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent, apart from weakening the human race's morale and dragging them down.

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At the bank of the Blood River River.

Yang Fann raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to pass through the Blood River and reach the other side of the river.

At this moment, he no longer needed to be as cautious as he was thirty years ago. He did not need any safe route. With just a random place, a person and a boat could cross the entire Blood River.

To Saint Sovereign, the greatest danger in Dead Blood River was still the will of the Blood River. As long as he could hide it from the will of the Blood River, the other dangers were nothing to him. Even if the Undying Blood Devil didn't die and the Blood River didn't die, he wouldn't be able to kill it. He just had to seal it.

Right at this moment. . . .

An ethereal voice sounded from behind Yang Fann, "This young master is going to the outer region. We are going to the outer region as well. How about we travel together?"

Yang Fann turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress, who looked like a celestial being that had descended to the mortal world, slowly walking towards him with an old man in black accompanying her.

"A half-step Holy Lord. It seems like the identity of this woman in white isn't simple. " With just a glance, Yang Fann had already seen through the cultivation base of the old man. A half-step Holy Lord was nothing in the entire foreign land, but in this Green Horn Prefecture, he was already a peak grade expert. Many of the strongest experts of High-level Alien Clan only had this kind of cultivation base.

"Miss, you can't. . . " Before Yang Fann could speak, the old man in black frowned and tried to persuade her. This trip was extremely important, how could they allow such an unknown person to join them?

The young lady in white shook her head lightly and interrupted the old man in black. "Ming Lao, you don't need to say anything. I have my own plans for this. "

"This. . . This. . . This. . . " The old man in black opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed it. There was a difference between master and slave. In the end, That was all.

"Young master, the Blood River is dangerous. We can take care of each other even if we have more people. What do you think, young master?"

Yang Fann took a deep look at the woman in white. He smiled playfully in his heart and said, "Interesting. Divine Eye bloodline. I didn't expect to meet another Divine Eye bloodline inheritor here. "

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