Chapter 281: Purple Feather God King Appears

The crowd was dumbfounded, looking at Xiao Fan dumbfounded.
What do you mean by killing your son?
Killing someone's son, this hatred is endless, how come to you, it seems that it is not a big deal at all?
"This kid is really bold, dare to talk to Xiang Wandao like that?"
"Wait, Xiao Fan said that he killed Xiang Wandao's son. Isn't the son Xiang Wandao killed by Xiang Nantian? I remember Xiang Nantian was killed by Jian Hongchen, right?"
"Is it?"
"Xiao Fan is Jian Hongchen!"
The horrified gaze of the hidden monk fell on Xiao Fan, unable to accept this result.
Didn't Xiao Fan not enter the battlefield of Hundred Kills?
Why did he suddenly change his body and become Jian Hongchen?
"If Xiao Fan is Jian Hongchen? Then ancient realms like us..." Someone said in horror.
These ancient cultivators, but they united to destroy the Heavenly Martial Domain. I don’t know how many cultivators of the Heavenly Martial Domain were killed. With Xiao Fan’s temperament, he would definitely get revenge!
You know, there are seven great emperors around Xiao Fan. If Xiao Fan doesn't die this time, who can stop Xiao Fan from these ancient realms?
"Even if he is Jian Hongchen, Xiang Wandao will definitely not let him go. The vengeance of murder is not shared." Someone calmed down.
Xiao Fan's ability to survive today is still unknown, they don't need to worry so much.
The reason Xiao Fan dared to admit that he had killed Xiang Nantian was because he knew that this matter would definitely not be kept from Xiang Wandao for too long.
With Xiang Wandao's strength, sooner or later he will know, so there is no need to hide it.
"Are you Jian Hongchen?" Xiang Wandao recovered, his cold murderous aura bloomed, and his aura was stronger than before.
"I regret that I should have killed the south wind, but you can rest assured, I am not dead today, not only to the south wind, you will be restless to the house!" Xiao Fan grinned, showing an evil look.
"Looking for death!" Xiang Wandao was furious, flashing away so that Xiao Fan could kill him.
At this time, Xiong Lin and the Sky Splitting Ants stepped into the air at the same time. Under the jade bone emperor liquid provided by Xiao Fan, the two of them had recovered to the late emperor's cultivation base.
If they join forces, they should barely be able to entangle Xiang Wandao, after all, Xiang Wandao's Cannian is only the peak of the Great Emperor.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, your son Xiang Nanfeng, he doesn't seem to be your son anymore." Xiao Fan smiled again.
"What?" Xiang Wandao stopped his figure in vain, stared at Xiao Fan coldly, and said, "What did you mean by what you just said?"
"Why should I tell you? I don't believe you don't know." Xiao Fan sneered.
He was sure that the southerly wind was definitely not the previous southerly wind, and Xiao Fan couldn't judge who it was.
Just planting a seed in Xiang Wandao's heart is enough.
As for who Xiang Nanfeng was, Xiao Fan didn't care at all. He believed that Xiang Wandao would never let him down.
"If that's the case, then die." Xiang Wandao's murderous aura bloomed out again, and a series of sword flowers bloomed from him, revealing a world of swords faintly behind him.
Xiong Lin and Sky Splitting Ants didn't dare to hide their privates. They were extremely depressed, and they didn't understand why Xiao Fan deliberately angered Wan Dao.
The power of the two people burst out, crushing toward the world of swords.
The domineering force collided in the void, and the two of Xiong Lin and the Sky Splitting Ant took three breaths tightly, and they were shocked by a force, vomiting blood in their mouths.
"So strong!" The crowd couldn't help taking a breath.
The strength of Xiong Lin and Sky Splitting Ants has made them feel unfathomable, but they were defeated in just one face-to-face encounter. How could they not be surprised?
Xiang Wandao didn't let go of this opportunity, since he had already made a move, he naturally wanted to kill him.
He had heard of Xiao Fan's name, and he knew exactly what happened in the battlefield of Hundred Kills under his alias Jian Hongchen.
This son is extremely enchanting, and he can never grow up.
"They are all standing behind me!" Xiao Fan said with a condensed expression.
He dared to expose his identity, ignoring Xiang Wandao, and had already given up.
He is ready to summon the Asura Ancestral Realm. Although he is very clear that exposing the Asura Ancestral Realm may cause more trouble, but now, this is his only hope.
Before the cultivator of the Asura Palace was stable, Xiao Fan didn't want to enter the Blood Demon Purgatory rashly.
The panic was pouring down, everyone just felt that a piece of sky was about to collapse, the blood in the body was spurting, and the blood vessels were almost about to explode.
Xiao Fan spread out his palms, ready to summon the Asura Ancestral Realm.
however!
At this moment, the sudden change occurred, and purple brilliance bloomed under the Tianwu God Mountain, instantly resolving the pressure on everyone.
Xiao Fansheng stopped preparing to summon the Asura Ancestral Realm, and they only felt that they were in a purple world.
Immediately afterwards, an indifferent voice sounded: "Xiang Wandao, your hand stretched too long."
"Who?" Xiang Wandao's face sank, his icy eyes staring down.
Xiao Fan and their eyes kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find someone to speak.
They really don't understand that at this time there are still people who are willing to fight Xiang Wandao to save them.
Suddenly, in front of Xiao Fan and the others, a purple-robed figure appeared before them, and a burly and stalwart body was branded in everyone's eyes.
Xiao Fan's pupils shrank suddenly and looked at the middle-aged man in horror, his eyes full of incredible color.
Nangong Xiaoxiao and the others were also extremely restless. Although the purple-robed figure stood in front of them, it gave them a feeling of being far away, completely out of reach.
Xiong Lin, Sky Splitting Ant and Bashen also trembled suddenly, full of surprise.
"Divine King Ziyu, Senior Zi!" Xiao Fan called out in surprise.
Yes, the figure in the purple robe is no one else, but the king of purple feathers!
In this scene, Xiao Fan did not expect that the Purple Feather God King had fallen for tens of thousands of years. Xiao Fan and his entourage stumbled upon the Five Elements Cloud Spirit Formation last time and sneaked under the Tianwu Mountain.
Xiao Fan also saw the Purple Feather King. At that time, Xiao Fan also guessed that the Purple Feather King was not dead, and might even break through to the Great Emperor.
But now seeing the Purple Feather King appear again, his heart is still extremely uneasy.
What surprised him even more was that the Purple Feather God King seemed to be far more than ordinary emperor cultivation base, but stronger than Xiong Lin and the others.
"Zi Yu!" Xiang Wan Dao squinted his eyes, the color of surprise flashed across his face, "You are not dead yet, have you been hiding here?"
Hearing Xiang Wandao's tone, he knew Ziyu God King.
"You are dead, I may not die." The purple feather king has cold eyes, and his purple robe is flying in the wind, setting off his noble aura. "Do you think you can stop me?" Xiang Wandao sneered and walked towards the Purple Feather God King step by step.