Chapter 1618 Are You Worthy?

Chapter 1618 Are you worthy?

devil?

Xiao Fan grinned, if he is a devil, he is also a devil of a foreign race, and he is also a devil of all the traitors in the War Soul Continent.

There are aliens who don't kill, but are here to deal with the monks of the War Soul mainland. Such people should be killed. Xiao Fan has no sense of guilt in his heart.

Of course, this may not be the fault of these people. They only wanted to become stronger at the beginning, but they were controlled by Zhan Samsara unknowingly. Of course they wanted to resist, but how many of them were Zhan Samsara Cannian's opponents?

If Xiao Fan still felt a little guilty, it was just that he couldn't save these people.

"Please, Lord, give me strength!" Suddenly, a black-robed monk raised his head to the sky and shouted.

"boom!"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful wave of air burst out from his body, like the roaring and surging of the sea.

Behind him, there appeared a huge light and shadow, the light and shadow was tens of feet high, golden light was blooming all over his body, there were lightning flashes, and his momentum was even approaching the God of War Realm.

"My Lord, please give me strength!"

"My Lord, please give me strength!"

The monks roared one after another. Seeing the death of more than a hundred people, they were filled with fear and used the strongest force without hesitation.

Even if this power won't last long, and it may even kill them, they don't have any scruples.

"The power of the gods?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and scanned the monks one by one, but he saw traces of the power of golden thunder and lightning.

He is too familiar with this lightning power, isn't it the power of fighting reincarnation?

Fortunately, not everyone is able to display the power of supernatural powers, less than one-fifth of them, but there are quite a few such people, as many as three or four hundred.

In a short period of time, the strength of these three or four hundred people is infinitely close to the God of War state, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an invincible war saint.

"It's all Xiao Fan's fault for forcing them to use the ultimate method. If we fight them slowly, we may still win. Now we are dead!"

"This is a scourge. It's fine if he doesn't make a move. If he makes a move, we will die."

"Yeah, now they are all using their hole cards. We are already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Where are their opponents now?"

Seeing that the monks in the Temple of War became stronger, many ancient monks became extremely frightened, and they all began to blame Xiao Fan, thinking that it was Xiao Fan's fault.

Xiao Fan looked indifferent, he didn't take these people's words to heart at all, these people didn't even have the right to make him angry.

As he said, the reason why he shot was only to kill the traitors in the Temple of War, not to save them.

"Shut up!" What Xiao Fan didn't expect was that Ling Qingxi was the first to scold these people, "Isn't Xiao Fan just to save you? Now you have the nerve to blame him? I finally know why he didn't save you, because you are not worthy of his rescue!"

"People from the Ling family come with me, don't waste energy saving these people."

With a loud shout, Ling Qingxi took a deep look at Xiao Fan, and took the lead towards the sky. She is one of the top ten monsters anyway, and it is very easy to fight her way out.

"Dugu family, retreat!" Dugu Xiangting couldn't see it anymore, these ancient monks were hopeless, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

"Ling'er, you enter the seventh floor first!" Xiao Fan shouted suddenly, and he disappeared in place, heading straight for the entrance of the seventh floor.

Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting, who were about to leave, stopped suddenly, but now the entrance was filled with thunderstorms, who could break through.

However, the next moment, everyone's eyes widened and their bodies trembled slightly.

"Moment is eternal!"

Xiao Fan came to the entrance and gave a soft drink. When the Shura sword trembled, a stream of white light roared out, heading straight for the thunderstorm vortex.

At the moment when the white sword energy rushed into the vortex of the thunderstorm, something strange happened. The power of the thunderstorm suddenly dispersed, forming a channel with a radius of one zhang.

Looking closely, it seems that there are two forces intertwined in it, resisting the erosion of the power of the thunderstorm.

These two forces are naturally not felt by ordinary people. This is the fusion of the profound meaning of life and the profound meaning of death, just like the diagram of yin and yang.

Xiao Fan integrated the meaning of life and death into the sword move "Moment of Youth", and comprehended a new sword move.

"Go in!" Xiao Fan shouted, seeing Xiao Ling'er wanted to say something, Xiao Fan said again: "Don't worry, I'll come in soon."

"Okay!" Xiao Ling'er nodded and led Chu Yue and the others into the passage.

Seeing this, Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting felt a turmoil in their hearts. They could be regarded as monstrosities, but they were a little frightened when they forced their way in, needless to say, they opened the passage directly.

Seeing this, the other monks of the ancient clan lighted up their eyes. This is a great opportunity to enter the seventh floor. As long as they can enter the seventh floor, they can escape the siege of the Temple of War.

In the seventh layer of space, it is almost impossible for the Temple of War to gather so many people to massacre them.

"Quickly enter the seventh floor!" Someone shouted loudly, all the monks of the ancient clan came back to their senses, and rushed towards the entrance one after another.

Others may not be able to hear that voice, but Xiao Fan can hear it, it is Murong Mingyue who was sneering and sarcastic before.

Before everyone approached, huge blood-colored tentacles stopped in the void, drawing most of them back, and Murong Mingyue naturally bore the brunt of it, spurting several mouthfuls of blood.

"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" Murong Mingyue looked at Xiao Fan angrily.

"Ling Qingxi, Dugu Xiangting, bring your people in." Xiao Fan didn't bother to talk to Murong Mingyue, as if talking to him was a waste of saliva.

Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting looked at each other, finally nodded, and cupped their hands: "Thank you!"

The two also knew that if they stayed now, all members of their family would have to stay here. Before that, they were thinking of saving other ancient monks.

But now, they finally saw the true face of these people clearly, Xiao Fan saw it much more thoroughly than them.

Immediately, Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting brought people from their respective families into the entrance passage on the seventh floor one after another. In just a moment, the ancient monks lost a hundred people.

Murong Mingyue and the others could only watch helplessly as members of the Ling family and the Dugu family left. Their eyes of resentment fell on Xiao Fan, wishing to eat Xiao Fan's flesh.

It's a pity that the monks of the Temple of War would not give them a chance, and they all surrounded them again. With more than a hundred people missing, they were equivalent to breaking a wing, so they were still opponents of the Temple of War.

"Xiao Fan, let us go there, do you want to kill the monks of the ancient clan and become an enemy of the ancient clan?" Murong Mingyue shouted angrily, for some reason, he finally recalled the words his father explained in his mind.

In any case, it is best not to be an enemy of Xiao Fan, otherwise the consequences are not something he can bear.

Murong Mingyue didn't take it seriously before, but now he has some regrets. If he knew that he didn't want to be an enemy of Xiao Fan just now, they would have successfully reached the seventh floor.

"Let you go there? Are you worthy?" Xiao Fan finally responded, his tone was full of disdain, and said: "I am an enemy of the Gu Clan? Even if I kill you, the Gu Clan would not dare to tear themselves apart with me, do you believe it?"

Murong Mingyue was speechless, and the others were also speechless. Many people still knew some inside information. Until the end, no one dared to be an enemy of Shura Palace.

"For people like you, it would be better to die here than to stab the cultivators of the War Soul Continent in the back. At least you are killing the rebels of the War Soul Continent now, and your death is worthwhile."

With a wave of Xiao Fan's hand, the channel of sword energy suddenly disappeared, and he looked coldly at the many ancient monks opposite him.