Chapter 721 Confrontation

"Um?"

Hearing Ye Fan's cry, the man raised his head and looked at Ye Fan, his expression cold and emotionless.

He looks exactly like Tian, ​​or in other words, he is Tian, ​​the one who once forced Ye Fan to reveal all his trump cards before he desperately killed the unrivaled genius.

"Are you, Ye Fan?"

Looking at Ye Fan, for a while, the man spoke, but his voice was different from before.

Tian is extremely conceited and can't hide the arrogance in his tone, but this man is different. His voice is low and steady, like an ancient existence.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan also felt the difference, looking at the "sky" in front of him, his eyes locked tightly.

Tian can't be resurrected. He cut off Tian's head. Even if he has magical magic, can he still turn a headless person into the same person as before?

"Me?" Hearing this question, the man snorted coldly: "Ye Fan, you killed my son and you are still asking me who I am?"

"Holy Lord?!" With just one word, Ye Fan's hair stood up instantly.

Aren't you talking about projection? How can this be alive?

"You are not stupid." The Holy Lord was floating there, with a sneer on his face: "I was still thinking about how to deal with you, but I didn't expect that you came to the door yourself."

As he spoke, he moved his body, and his joints made a crackling sound, and he seemed to feel very comfortable.

"I don't know how many years I haven't been able to move like this. If it weren't for my son's body, I don't know when it would be before I could come back here."

After the words fell, the Holy Lord's body suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye it was almost as big as when Tian released the Heavenly Sacrifice.

"Evan, do you have any last words?"

He raised his hand, and in his hand, the dark elemental power quickly condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge ball.

"What element is that?" Ye Fan felt a huge sense of oppression, looked at the Holy Lord holding the black elemental ball high, and clenched his fists.

This is obviously not the perfect Holy Lord, but some kind of ability to resurrect the soul through corpse.

"King Ye, we're afraid we should hide first." Sakuragi was the most cautious. The Holy Lord was still concentrating. He grabbed Ye Fan, pulled it a few times and found that he couldn't pull it. Then he looked at Ye Fan, who was obviously eager to try. The expression on his face made him a little frightened.

"King Ye! Don't be impulsive!"

boom!

The black ball of light struck, and at the same time, Sakuragi dragged Ye Fan away.

The light ball passed by the two of them and bombarded the ground. The explosion spread quickly, but then it shrank up strangely.

That small space turned into a dark and twisted appearance.

"Can activate space-based killing techniques." Sakuragi took a breath, and on the side, Ye Fan's face also became unsightly.

Space and time are the most mysterious and powerful laws in the world, but anything related to them has terrifying power.

"Can you fight him?" Ye Fan looked at Sakuragi.

"I don't know." Sakuragi shook his head, moved around, and his domain opened in an instant.

"Looking for death." The Holy Master smiled contemptuously, raised his palm, added the inexplicable element, and punched out, directly blasting through Sakuragi's field.

Sakuragi rolled over and vomited out two large mouthfuls of blood: "I don't think he can fight it."

"...You are so professional." Ye Fan was ashamed, looking at the Holy Lord opposite, and then at the disc on the altar, his brows gradually wrinkled.

"Have you escaped the seal?"

"I already have an actual incarnation, do you think I'm separated?" the Holy Lord replied, raising his hand, the elements gathered together again, and the next moment, seven or eight elemental cannons bombarded him.

Ye Fan hid lightly, and while pulling back, he also pulled Sakuragi up.

"Do you only know how to run away?" The Holy Lord taunted, and the attacks in his hands continued.

Ye Fan kept dodging. After gaining distance, it became no longer difficult for him to dodge these seemingly terrifying attacks.

"He seems to be unable to leave the altar." Zhulong, who had been silent for a while, spoke up again: "The altar disk is where his projection power is stored. There should be some restrictions on him."

"Although he can use physical activities, he cannot leave the altar."

"I don't believe what you said." Ye Fan was a little afraid of Zhulong, but at the same time, he was also watching.

After a while, Ye Fan gradually realized that something was wrong. The Holy Lord looked very strong, but he always attacked in place, like a human-shaped fort standing up.

"Holy Lord? Don't you want to kill me? Why don't you do it yourself?" Ye Fan stopped as he was tempted.

"Huh?" Facing Ye Fan's provocation, the Holy Master sneered again: "Do you think I can't leave the altar?"

Rumble.

Before he finished speaking, the golden disk suddenly emitted some light, and on the altar, the Holy Lord took steps and walked towards the steps.

"Trouble." At this time, Mark had a cold sweat on his forehead.

The strength of this Holy Lord is obviously greater than that of the top king. If he escapes from trouble, he will be in big trouble.

"Give it a try." After a slight pause, Ye Fan raised his hand, and the light of his beast-controlling talent enveloped him.

"Beast Control: Draw."

As usual, he still used the Little Lion. As soon as the four solutions were released one after another, Ye Fan's momentum was rising rapidly.

"What a strange beast-controlling talent." The Holy Lord didn't care about the little lion's enchantment, and was about to taunt him. Ye Fan looked up at this moment. When the two divine pupils, one on the left and one on the right, radiated light, he paused. .

"You inherited my son's Supreme Eyes?"

"How can this be?"

"Why, are you the only one who can use this divine eye?" Ye Fan replied. With the suppression of the Supreme Eye, the Holy Master felt oppressed and at the same time got a firm answer.

"You really got my son's divine eye." After saying this, the Holy Lord seemed a little angry: "Ye Fan, you made me angry."

Snap, snap, snap.

The steps were moving, and seeing the Holy Lord reaching the last few steps, Ye Fan waved his hand and summoned Qiongqi and Bai Ze. At the same time, Xiao Huo, Lao Chi, Death Eagle, and Giant Devouring Beast all appeared around him.

"You want to use these things to fight me?" Seeing Ye Fan summoning a lot of inexplicable beasts besides the ferocious beasts, the Holy Master was stunned again.

"Are you provoking me?"

"This is not a provocation." Ye Fan shook his head and waved his palms. The next moment, the sacred magic circle lit up under his feet.

"Beast Control: Canonization."

After using his divine grace level talent, Ye Fan stretched out his finger. At this moment, he seemed to have the ability to turn stone into gold. Whichever beast he clicked on would immediately receive a terrifying increase.

"God-level beast-controlling talent." The Holy Master recognized the difference, and there was surprise in his eyes: "How is this possible..."

"As I said just now, nothing is impossible in this world." Ye Fan replied and began to throw out the talismans. After a while, the beasts who had received huge blessings stood in front of Ye Fan, carrying He grinned with terrifying power.

With the divine grace level talent plus the hundred beast control talents, at this time, even the Death Eagle has terrifying power.

"Why are there so many weird things?" The Holy Master saw the whole process and was just puzzled: "How did you get these things? Where did the luck come from?"

"You can get good things even if you don't have luck." Ye Fan replied. After doing all this, he looked at the Holy Lord standing at the last step of the altar steps, and suddenly smiled:

"Holy Lord, why are you still not moving? Are you unable to move?"