Ye Fan is still practicing crazily, and now, his Dacheng Hegemony has matured nine-tenths.
Of the 108 inscriptions, only 12 are left on the back.
Nowadays there is hope.
Ye Fan was frantically devouring the power of the origin of the disaster, becoming more and more comfortable with it. A steady stream of pure energy fed back into his body, nourished his body, and finally poured into the inscription node on his back.
One fills up!
Two filled!
Three filled.
Every time one is filled, Ye Fan's physical aura becomes stronger; after one day, six have been filled.
The source center of the disaster is rising and falling.
That's because Ye Fan's physical aura has become incredibly strong, stirring up the original power.
"Huh?"
Bi An felt the movement, opened his eyes, saw Ye Fan's state, and praised: "What a strong body, it should be the body secret of practicing the hegemony. It is just a little short of achieving the complete hegemonic body."
Ye Fan is still impacting the realm of martial arts at this moment.
He must be promoted to half-step overlord, so that he can exert all his combat power and have some confidence.
However, every breakthrough was suppressed and it seemed like something was missing.
Bi Yan saw everything in his eyes, he thought for a while, spit out some resources, and was swallowed by Ye Fan.
In an instant, Ye Fan's body was filled with precious light, and the seventh, eighth and ninth nodes on his back were filled.
There are only three left.
Ye Fan laughed wildly, the Devouring Technique had reached its maximum, and he kept shouting: "The tenth!"
The source of the disaster is getting louder and louder.
Below, the eldest young master and others sensed something. They were holding back the ferocious beasts and thought it was the beast master causing trouble.
"Whoa!"
The two of them rushed high into the sky.
The eldest young master and the third young master were ready to go, their expressions were extremely solemn.
They don't know why Netherworld King and the clan elders haven't come in yet. Are they worried that the Disaster Gate will collapse?
Even so, someone should be arranged to come in and send a letter to let them know how to arrange it.
What's going on now?
After a day, they were highly concentrated and very tired.
"Go down."
Bi Fan stopped drinking and spoke coldly.
"Why hasn't the Netherworld King come yet?"
"To be honest, my father is injured?"
"Injured? There are members of your clan in the secret realm. How could the Netherworld King be injured? Could it be that he wanted to enter the central area of the Palace of Disaster and forcibly tore the barrier apart, and was bitten back."
"Not really."
The eldest young master shook his head and recounted: "It's like this. One month ago, someone outside the secret realm broke a corner of the seal..."
They were talking to Bi Fan, stalling for time.
at the same time.
Ye Fan has completed filling in the tenth inscription node, and the next is the eleventh.
Soon.
It will be done soon.
Ye Fan was extremely excited.
As long as all the inscription nodes are filled, Dacheng Hegemon's body will be completely mature. By then, his physical combat power will be doubled.
He will improve all aspects.
However, it gets harder towards the end. The penultimate inscription node, I don’t know how many resources are needed to run it.
Ye Fan now relies on the Great Devouring Technique to devour the original power.
Another day.
The tenth inscription node is filled.
Now there is only the last one left, and Ye Fan doesn't dare to waste time. He doesn't know when the Netherworld King will arrive. He needs to be strong enough before the Netherworld King arrives.
Bi Fan was also impatient.
He growled: "I'm giving you one day. If I can't see Nether King after one day, I will bear the consequences."
The young master and others are horrified.
A group of elites left and left the Palace of Disaster to report.
Outside the Celestial Palace, hundreds of thousands of Nether Clan members are ready, and they are standing in front of the Gate of Disaster.
In front of them is an ancient altar.
The clan elder carved a magic circle around the altar.