Chapter 1561: What does it feel like to die in the hands of ants

Chapter 1 561 What is it like to die in the hands of ants?
"Thunder bursts into waves!"
Faced with Xiao Fan's attack, the third Zhan elder dared not to underestimate the enemy, he roared, and instead of retreating, he went forward and killed Xiao Fan with all his strength.
In an instant, with him as the center, bursts of golden thunder and lightning were shot in vain, like thunder snakes wandering around, colliding with the killing intent, making bursts of blasting sound.
Although the killing intent was terrifying, the strengths of the two were too different. Zhan Lao Ba's understanding of the profound meaning of thunder and lightning had reached 80%, and naturally it was not Xiao Fan's opponent.
Xiao Fan was hit by a few lightnings, and his body flew upside down, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"The Eight Change God of War is really amazing, brothers, be careful." Xiao Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face revealed a bloodthirsty light.
Facing each other head-on, he truly realized the power of the Eight Transformation God of War, even if he could not display his full strength, he could not be the enemy.
Thinking that he was able to survive from the third Zhan, Xiao Fan was a little grateful. Fortunately, the third Zhan didn't use all his strength when he attacked him.
In addition, fortunately, his speed is good, so he can be dangerous.
"Don't worry, at least it's weaker than I thought." Ling Feng grinned, his whole body burning with the Phoenix fire.
"Really?" Zhan Oldest smiled indifferently, and it was enough to be ignored by Xiao Fan. He didn't expect this boy in white to dare to disdain himself.
His speed was very fast, he came to Ling Feng's side in the blink of an eye, and blasted his fist toward Ling Feng's chest.
"Old and big heart." Nangong Xiaoxiao shouted, holding the Zhantian Halberd in angrily, but the speed was still much slower.
With a bang, Ling Feng was pierced through his chest by the fist of Zhan Lao San, and the flames flew everywhere. Strangely, he did not see any blood.
"This is the consequence of arrogance!" Zhan Lao San let out a cold snort, and with a drag, a Thunder Dragon suddenly tore Ling Feng's body to pieces.
When Xiao Fan, Nangong Xiaoxiao and Guan Xiaoqi saw this, their eyes were red, and terrible killing intent erupted from several people.
However, the three of them had just prepared to do something, but a voice rang out in the void.
"Are you very happy?" Seeing that the countless red flames condensed again, forming the appearance of Ling Feng, he looked at Zhan Lao San like an ant.
"What?" Zhan Lao San was dumbfounded, and looked at Ling Feng in the sky in horror. He had eight changes to the God of War, but he couldn't kill a three change God of War kid?
"Hell!"
At this time, Ling Feng uttered two words indifferently, and the voice fell, his body suddenly broke apart, turning into countless flames and enveloping Zhan's third, as if he was going to refining it.
"Ah~" Zhan Lao San let out a scream like a pig. The Phoenix Fire, even if it is real fire, is not weaker than Sky Fire. Even if he is the Eight Change God of War, he can't bear it.
Only then did he realize that he really underestimated this group of low-level cultivators in the God of War.
"I know the boss's life is hard, this time it's mine, swallowing his thunder and lightning, I guess it is possible to break through the three changes of the God of War." Nangong Xiaoxiao laughed.
Then he stepped forward quickly, opened his mouth and inhaled, the thunder and lightning in the sky of fire rushed towards him frantically, and was swallowed by him.
"God Shadow!"
At this time, another indifferent voice sounded in the distance, but he saw Guan Xiaoqi pulling the flying feather bow into a full moon.
When the voice fell, a terrible cold light flashed in everyone's eyes, and when it appeared again, it was already on the chest of Zhan San, with an incredible speed.
puff!
The blood was blooming, and the third Zhan's eyes showed a look of horror, he was crazy, but he could not escape the prison formed by the fire of Phoenix.
"The third one, I can't help it anymore, I'll kill him soon." Ling Feng's voice sounded, and he was trapped by a three-change God of War but an eight-change God of War. This combat power is already very rare.
I just wanted to kill Zhan Lao San, temporarily unable to do it with Ling Feng's strength.
When Xiao Fan heard the words, he was about to rush forward, but when Xiao Jin suddenly became smaller, he opened his mouth and exhaled a flame, blending into the golden flame.
In that blood-colored flame, one could faintly see the blood-colored flames wandering in it.
"This is Dragon Flame?" Ling Feng's surprised voice came out, and then he said loudly and loudly: "Haha, Xiaojin is good. With your Dragon Flame, I will be able to trap him for a dozen more breaths, and I won't kill him by then. Let him peel off!"
Xiao Jin let out a low growl, trying to rush in and tear Zhan Lao San to pieces, but was stopped by Xiao Fan.
"If only let him peel off, then we don't need to fight him hard before." Xiao Fan stared at Zhan Lao San with indifferent expression.
"Xiao Fan, you'd better not let me out, otherwise, I'm sure you're better off living than death!" Zhan Lao San roared angrily, and he felt uncomfortable being burned by the Phoenix fire.
Although the fire of the phoenix could not burn him, the pain was not something ordinary people could bear.
"Don't worry, you can't get out!" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, his mind was twitching Zhuo Tianhong in Xiaotiandi, he was trying to get Zhuo Tianhong out.
The third warrior is also the God of Eight Transformations at any rate, and his crystals and fate cannot be wasted.
Although Xiao Fan couldn't enter the secret realm of space right now, Xiaotiandi was already in his body, and it was possible to transmit living things with a little price.
"Can you still kill me? Even if the deity stands here and lets you kill, you can't kill the deity!" Zhan Lao San roared angrily, with a proud look.
Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Suddenly, he waved his hand, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, then coldly looked at Zhan Lao San and said: "I hope you can say this later ."
"Master, where is it?" The figure that appeared looked around in surprise, then looked at Xiao Fan.
"This is the God's Forbidden Zone, Zhuo Tianhong, I have spent a lot of effort to prepare a good meal for you, don't let me down." Xiao Fan looked at Zhan Lao San with a sneer.
"The Eight Change God of War?" Zhuo Tianhong looked at Zhan Lao San in surprise, his eyes seemed to have seen food.
With his eyesight, he could see the cultivation level of Zhan Lao San at a glance, and he said with excitement: "Thank you, my son, if you swallow it, your subordinates will be able to return to the Four Change God of War."
"What are you still trying to do? Quickly make a decision." Xiao Fan yelled softly, getting Zhuo Tianhong out of Xiaotiandi, which consumed a lot of him. His face was already pale to the extreme, and he regretted it if he took it early. When Zhuo Tianhong made Xiaotiandi, it would not be so troublesome.
"Yes, son!" Zhuo Tianhong didn't dare to hesitate, and directly transformed into a body, eight tentacles whizzed out, frantically depriving Zhan third of his vitality and longevity.
"Chuo Ming Tianwei?" Zhan Lao San exclaimed. Although he is in the God of War realm and has a life span of thousands of years, he can't stand Zhuo Tianhong's swallowing.
His old face became even older after a few breaths, and it looked like it was about to die.
Zhan Lao San was struggling frantically, however, he found that his strength was no longer available at all. With the loss of vitality and longevity, his strength was rapidly weakening.
On the contrary, Ling Feng and Xiaojin were relieved a lot, even if they didn't use all their strength, they could trap Zhan Youngest.
The youngest Zhan was left skin and bones soon, eyes full of unwillingness and fear, staring at Xiao Fan fiercely, and reaching out his palm to grasp Xiao Fan.
His lips squirmed gently, and exhausted his last strength to curse: "You ants must not die, the Temple of War will not let you go!"
"It keeps claiming to call us ants. I don't know what it's like to die in the hands of ants?" Xiao Fan looked cold, without any mercy.