Chapter 1555 Everyone Has Their Own Thoughts

Half an hour later, Xiao Fan left the sea of ​​flowers. It was a dangerous place for others, but for Xiao Fan, who had understood the secret of life and death, it was like entering a deserted place.

He stopped in a mountain forest, took out the Nirvana Bead he got from Ling Qingxi and said, "The power of mysteries contained in this Nirvana Bead is very complete. I wonder if I can refine it?"

If he could refine the Nirvana Pearl, Xiao Fan would be equivalent to mastering the four mysteries.

If used in conjunction with the endless fire on his body, the power of the secret of fire will definitely be more powerful.

"The eldest brother has received the inheritance of Tianfeng, so he must have understood the secret of fire. The second brother has also received the inheritance of the master of the Dugu family. The Fire of Nine Suns must also be in his hands. It is probably not difficult to comprehend the secret of fire. As for the others, it should be No one has understood the secret of fire." Thoughts flashed through Xiao Fan's mind.

Soon, he made a decision, that is, to refine the Nirvana Pearl himself and understand the secret of fire.

With the Nirvana Pearl, it would be much easier for Xiao Fan to comprehend the secret of the flame.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan thought and threw the Nirvana Pearl into the small world. At the same time, a soul clone began to be refined.

"Third floor, here I come." Xiao Fan grinned. Although the two floors in front of the cemetery of the gods did not allow him to obtain the crystal of divine power, the harvest was still huge.

Especially exchanging the Heart of Ten Thousand Flowers for the Nirvana Pearl, Xiao Fan never thought about it at all.

Xiao Fan had some expectations in his heart. What would he gain from the third level?

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Fan quickly flew toward the sky, reaching the extreme speed.

At this moment, in a dense mountain forest, several figures flew over. The leader was a burly young man in black robes, who was Ming Luo. In addition to Ming Luo, there were also Mr. Gu and several other members of the Blood Demon tribe. people.

The strange thing is that although there are powerful auras emanating from the mountain forest from time to time, Ming Luo and his party can flow here unimpeded.

In a short while, Ming Luo and his party arrived deep in the mountain forest. At this time, several figures suddenly flew out of the mountain forest and blocked their way.

"Son of Ming Luo, you are too arrogant. You dare to break into our war temple. Aren't you afraid that we will keep you?" the leader, a man in black robes, said.

It has only one eye and a huge scar on its face. It looks hateful, but the aura on its body is extremely powerful, at least it is a Seven-Transformation God of War cultivation in the late War God Realm.

"Zhan Lao Liu, don't scare me. If I die here, all of you, including your family, will probably be buried with me. Do you believe it or not?" Ming Luo looked indifferent, showing no fear at all.

The black-robed man Zhan Lao Liu's face darkened. He knew that Ming Luo was not lying. Even if Ming Luo stood here and asked them to kill him, they would not dare.

"Okay, don't waste time. Zhan Lao San is in charge here. Take me to him. I'm here to bring you great news. If it's delayed, you can't afford to be responsible." See Zhan Lao Liu. Without saying a word, Ming Luo continued.

"What good news? Let's tell it here." Zhan Lao Liu said unhappily.

Although he knew that the high-level relationship between the War Temple and the Blood Demon Tribe was somewhat ambiguous, he still regarded the Blood Demon Tribe as a foreign race in his heart. Now he was being polite by not taking direct action.

"Hmph, if it weren't for me, would you be able to exert the strength of the Seven Transformations God of War here?" Ming Luo snorted coldly, staring at Zhan Laoliu with his cold eyes: "If you don't let me see Zhan Tiansan, let Xiao Fan They escaped, but don’t blame me, the Son of God.”

"Xiao Fan? Have you seen him?" Zhan Laoliu's expression suddenly became serious.

Although he hates the Blood Demon Tribe, he also hates the Shura Palace. What's more, this time they entered the Cemetery of the Gods to kill Xiao Fan.

"I saw him, and he killed five of us." Ming Luo looked indifferent. He now hated Xiao Fan extremely.

He crossed the Nine Nether Sky Valley and came here, and he had never met anyone who dared to treat him like this. Xiao Fan was the first one, and he suffered several big losses in a row.

"Follow me." Seeing Ming Luo suffer a loss at the hands of Xiao Fan, he was very happy, turned around and took Ming Luo to the mountains and forests.

As soon as they took a few steps, they suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already in a palace square.

Zhan Laoliu took Ming Luo and the others into a palace. Many God of War monks around him saw them but turned a blind eye.

At the head of the palace, an old man was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed to rest. Seeing Ming Luo and the others arriving, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a majestic pressure rushed straight towards Ming Luo and the others.

"The Eight-Transformed God of War, is it necessary to bully me and other juniors? When you look back, my ancestor will definitely repay you ten times and a hundred times." Ming Luo raised his head proudly, showing no fear at all.

After the words fell, the pressure on the old man disappeared instantly, and he said calmly: "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Xiao Fan, the master of Shura Hall, is about to arrive at the entrance to the second floor, and there is still about half a cup of tea to prepare." Ming Luo said with great certainty.

"What does it have to do with me?" The old man looked indifferent, without any emotion on his face.

Ming Luo looked indifferent, cursing secretly in his heart, "Zhan Laosan, this old fox is really cunning, don't you just want me to give you some more Nine Nether Demon Blood?"

But just giving Jiuyou demon blood to Zhan Laosan and the others would definitely make Ming Luo unhappy.

He smiled indifferently and said, "It seems I'm in the wrong place. Say goodbye."

"Wait a minute, do you really think this is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?" Zhan Laosan snorted coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Either you kill me now or don't stop me from leaving." Ming Luo glanced at Zhan Laosan with disdain.

He is used to being arrogant and domineering, and he also knows that these old immortals in the Temple of War dare not touch him, so he is naturally fearless, and he does not take him seriously even if he is the Eight Transformation God of War.

"I think your Blood Demon Tribe wants the Lord of Shura Hall to die more." Zhan Laosan looked indifferent and no longer hid it, "Thirty drops of Nine Nether Demon's blood is enough for us to help you kill Shura Hall. The reward of the Lord.”

"Deal." The coldness on Ming Luo's face disappeared, replaced by a proud smile, and then he threw out a jade bottle to Zhan Laosan, which obviously contained thirty drops of Jiuyou Demon's blood.

"Happy cooperation." Zhan Laosan also smiled slightly, as if the conspiracy had succeeded. Even if Ming Luo didn't give him Jiuyou Demon Blood, he would kill Xiao Fan.

Now that I can extort thirty drops of Jiuyou Demon's blood, I am naturally in a good mood.

Thirty drops of Nine Nether Demon's blood is equivalent to thirty War God Realm monks who can exert their full power. There are as many as hundreds of War God Realm monks coming to the War Temple this time. Now there are thirty more who can exert their full power. Their combat power is... Increased several times.

"You only have less than half a cup of tea left." Ming Luo reminded with an evil smile.