Chapter 1,743 The Arrival of God’s Calamity
Xiao Fan watched Xue Yaorao leave with the people from the Third Yama Mansion. In the huge Xiao Mansion, only Xiao Fan, Jian Luo and Wu Ruofeng were left.
"Master, what are we doing here?" Jian Luo couldn't help but ask.
After staying in one place for thousands of years, he didn't want to stay here again. Of course, if Xiao Fan didn't leave, there was nothing he could do.
"Wait a few more days." Xiao Fan stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, looking up to the sky.
"Master Xing Sheng and others should be returning to the War Soul Continent soon. Do you want to summon them?" Jian Luo asked.
Shura's old tribe has more than a hundred warriors in the God of War realm, which is also a powerful force. It would be a waste to just let them leave like this.
"No need." Xiao Fan shook his head, "If they admit that they are from Shura Hall, they will appear at any time if Shura Hall is in trouble."
There was one thing Xiao Fan didn't say, that is, they were unwilling to stay in Shura Hall, and it was useless to force them.
Jian Luo naturally knew what Xiao Fan was thinking, and this was a moderate test for the old Shura tribe.
In the next few days, Xiao Fan and the others stayed in Xiao Mansion, and the three of them did nothing else besides practicing.
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Xiao Fan suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already in the courtyard.
At the same time, two powerful auras swept through the mansion, Jian Luo and Wu Ruofeng appeared at the same time, looking at the sky warily.
Suddenly, two figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard. They walked towards Xiao Fan with a smile and shouted: "Lao San (Third Brother)!"
"You are finally here, a few days later than I expected." Xiao Fan smiled. The visitors were none other than Ling Feng and Guan Xiaoqi.
"We caught up with the third child. We wanted to accompany him but we went to the Northern Territory. Later he drove us away and went to the Western Territory on the way, so we came a few days late." Ling Feng explained, "You can't Just wait for us here?"
"Yes, and no." Xiao Fan nodded, then shook his head, looking enigmatic.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder in the sky, the earth shook violently, and violent wind and waves blew in the sky.
"What's going on?" Wu Ruofeng looked at the sky in surprise, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.
"It's earlier than I expected." Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes and his expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
At this moment, the heaven and earth were shaking more and more violently, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the wind was raging. Countless monks walked out of their respective training places and looked at the sky blankly.
Not only the Holy City of Fighting Souls, but also the monks from other domains looked at the sky without knowing why. An inexplicable pressure rose from everyone's hearts, and people felt that their breathing was becoming suffocated.
Slowly, the originally bright sky and earth began to be shrouded in black clouds, spanning countless thousands of miles, and the oppressive atmosphere became stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the hearts of all the monks in the War Spirit Continent felt as if they were being suppressed by a demonic mountain, which was extremely heavy.
"Third brother, what's going on?" Ling Feng finally couldn't help asking. You know, he is now the Seven-Transformation God of War. Even he can't withstand the pressure. What about ordinary monks?
"Buzz~"
Before Xiao Fan could speak, streams of light shot into the sky from around the Holy City of War Spirits, and soon condensed into a light curtain at high altitude, protecting the entire city in the center.
At the same time, the ancient city of Yejia suddenly trembled violently, and countless rubbles broke away from the ancient ground and began to fall downwards.
This scene made all the monks who saw this scene feel terrified. If the ancient city of Ye Family were to fall down, the Holy City of War Spirits and the surrounding areas would probably be shattered, and the bones of most living beings would be buried here.
At this time, Xiao Fan saw streaks of light flying through the sky at high speeds. They were the warships of the Temple of War.
Originally, they were attacking the ancient land of Ye family, but at this time, they flew towards the distance without hesitation. That direction was the direction of God's Domain.
You don't need to think about it to know that the flying warship from the Temple of War must be rushing to the Tianshen Peak.
Xiao Fan took a deep look at the ancient land of the Ye family high in the sky. He had always had a question in his mind. The Ye family split the inheritance hall and joined the war temple, so why did the war temple attack the ancient Ye family again?
Logically speaking, the ancient Ye family should help the War God Temple deal with other ancient clans as soon as possible.
However, Xiao Fan found some answers from Ye Qingcheng's attitude. It is very likely that the Ye family is now independent and no longer follows the War God Temple.
The ancient city of the Ye family collapsed faster and faster, and mountains of earth and rocks fell from the sky and hit the light curtain of the Holy City of Fighting Souls.
The light curtain trembled non-stop, and the stream of light could barely be blocked.
Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the void quietly. At this moment, Jianluo's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at Xiao Fan and said, "Young Master, can't it be?"
Jian Luo didn't finish his words, but he felt extremely uneasy in his heart, and there was even a trace of panic on his face.
Afraid?
Jian Luo is the Nine Transformations God of War. He is only one step away from the peak of the God of War realm. There should be very few things in this world that can scare him.
Xiao Fan nodded. Seeing that Ling Feng and others were still confused, he took a deep breath and said: "The disaster of God is coming."
"The calamity of God is coming?" Ling Feng, Guan Xiaoqi and Wu Ruofeng were horrified and couldn't help but gasp.
They finally knew what the arrival of the God's Tribulation Land meant. The God's Tribulation Land was the home ground of the Blood Demon Tribe. Once the God's Tribulation Land came, the entire War Soul Continent would suffer an unparalleled disaster.
Is the war about to begin? What can the War Soul Continent do to compete with the Blood Demon Tribe?
"Hmph, even if the calamity of the gods comes, I, the God of War, will definitely try my best to stop the aliens." Wu Ruofeng snorted coldly.
Ling Feng and Guan Xiaoqi looked at Wu Ruofeng as if they were idiots. Guan Xiaoqi couldn't help but said: "Your War Temple will do its best to stop the blood demon tribe? If you don't collude with the foreign tribe, let's burn high incense."
"You..." Wu Ruofeng was very unconvinced.
"What are you? It seems that you are still a fool who is in the dark. In the eyes of Zhan Lun Samsara, you are just an ordinary tool." Guan Xiaoqi said with disdain.
"There is no point in arguing." Xiao Fan interrupted a few people and said in a concentrated voice: "It will take some time for the God's Tribulation to truly come to the War Soul Continent. It seems that time waits for no one."
"Lao San, you said you would take us to a place before. Where?" Ling Feng said in a deep voice. He was now full of desire for power.
Only by breaking through to the peak of the God of War realm can we have a chance to fight against the God of War and the Blood Demon Tribe. Once the Blood Demon Tribe arrives, the Shura Palace will have to survive in the cracks between the two major forces, the Blood Demon Tribe and the God of War.
"I wonder if the second child's matter has been dealt with?" Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. Didn't he want to enhance his own strength?
"I contacted him two days ago and he said he had rushed to the Southern Territory." Ling Feng said.
"Then let's go, that place happens to be in the Southern Territory as well." Xiao Fan took a deep breath and said with a bright light in his eyes.