Chapter 168: bad news

Chapter One Six Eight Bad News
Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and looked around, looking far away, the world was gloomy, and the air was filled with a vicissitudes of life and simplicity, which was extremely cold.
In this world, there are no creatures, even if not even a single weed has been seen, the ground is uneven, with deep marks, which are obviously caused by the wind blade over the years.
"Wind?" Xiao Fan muttered to himself, as if thinking of something, he squatted down and looked at an ordinary stone on the ground. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he said in surprise: "Desolate Stone Tablet?"
No wonder Xiao Fan was so surprised, because the aura of this stone was exactly the same as the barren stone stele he had seen at the Lihuo Emperor Capital Battle Spirit Academy.
He still remembered that when he once approached the barren stone monument, his mind entered a world of wind, and later realized the fourth wind force.
Now he finally understands why the barren stone stele caused this kind of movement, because the barren stone stele was originally the forbidden area of ​​the gods, imprinting some pictures of this wind world.
You know, the wind in this world of wind is all the profound meaning of the wind. He was a warlord at the beginning, and it was naturally difficult to act in that illusion.
"I don't know if I can comprehend the profound meaning of wind here?" Xiao Fan thought suddenly in his heart.
He now understands the profound meaning of Shura, the profound meaning of life and death, and the profound meaning of fire, but the profound meaning of wind has its own unique magical function, that is, speed and attack.
In the past, Xiao Fan understood the wind, and his attack and speed were not comparable to ordinary people. If he could understand the profound meaning of the wind this time, wouldn't his strength be increased again?
"Unfortunately, the time for the Gods Forbidden Land to be opened is not much, only one year, and now there are only ten months left to use." Xiao Fan's thoughts moved, and a soul clone was summoned.
He still decided to comprehend the profound meaning of wind. He didn't know if he could comprehend it, but he could at least try it.
Anyway, I will leave from here when I look back, and I can't waste my time.
"Master, be careful." Zhuo Tianhong yelled suddenly, and saw a tornado whizzing in the distance, sharp blades strangling the void, and deep marks flowed out of the ground.
Needless to think about it, those corpses just now were strangled by these tornadoes.
Xiao Fan had been prepared for a long time, and drew back dozens of feet, just to avoid the tornado's attack range, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said: "The power of Nine Nether Demon Blood has disappeared?"
The disappearance of the power of the Nine Nether Demon Blood also meant that Xiao Fan could only use the power of the Saint Realm, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while.
But when I think about it, I'm relieved, this divine forbidden area is divided into nine layers from the outside to the inside. The more space inside, the greater the suppression of power and the stronger the danger.
On this sixth level, the wind blade containing the profound meaning of the wind is enough to kill people. If you want to come to the War God Temple, you won't let the War God Realm cultivator come here to die.
"Go around the wind blade!" Xiao Fan left the soul clone here for enlightenment, and then walked deeper.
After a while, a dozen figures entered Xiao Fan's eyes, and each of them was at the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, and the dozens of people fought fiercely together.
"Fighting here, isn't it looking for death?" Zhuo Tianhong cursed secretly. If it is swallowed by the wind blade, even the God of War Realm will die, let alone the God of War Realm.
"People die for money, and birds die for food." Xiao Fan's eyes fell on a gleaming crystal of divine power in the distance. These people were obviously fighting for the crystal of divine power.
"I am not surprised that the people of the Temple of War are fighting for the crystals of divine power, but the people of the ancient race, don't you know that there is a problem with these crystals of divine power?" Zhuo Tianhong frowned.
"It's not that simple." Xiao Fan shook his head. He recognized one of those people, it was Ling Ao of the Ling family. With Xiao Fan's understanding of Ling Ao, he was a very smart person. A crystal of divine power desperately.
While Xiao Fan was pondering, Ling Ao in the distance had already fallen behind. There were only four people on Ling Ao's side, but as many as eight people on the opposite side. One was against two, so where was the opponent of those people.
Xiao Fan thought for a while and said, "Chuo Tianhong, let's do it!"
"Who to help?" Zhuo Tianhong asked.
"What do you mean?" Xiao Fan gave Zhuo Tianhong an angry look.
"I see." Zhuo Tianhong smiled angrily, turned into a flash of light and rushed out. Although he was suppressed at the peak of the battle sacred realm, he was not able to deal with the cultivator of the same level.
His ability is not something that these peak cultivators of the Battle Saint Realm can resist.
Seeing that Zhuo Tianhong came to kill, the monks on both sides showed a look of alertness, but when they saw Zhuo Tianhong actually attack the monks in the Temple of War, a flash of hope flashed on their faces.
"Your Excellency, do you know who we are?" a person from the Temple of War angrily shouted, "better not to mistake yourself!"
"Mistakenly your grandma!" How could Zhuo Tianhong bear their threats? Lao Tzu came to kill you, so he dare to threaten me?
puff! With a crisp sound, Zhuo Tianhong burst out of his body in vain, a tentacle directly penetrated the monk who threatened him, and the blood and life in his body were instantly taken out by Zhuo Tianhong.
At the same time, the other tentacles did not hesitate to roll up the other seven people, even if they were suppressed in the Battle Saint Realm, but the physique of Zhuo Tianhong was by no means comparable to these Battle Saint Realm cultivators. .
"Ah~" A scream came out. After only a few breaths, the eight peak cultivators of the Battle Saint Realm in the Temple of War were all killed by Zhuo Tianhong.
Ling Ao and the others showed horror. They didn't expect that Zhuo Tianhong would be so strong. They took a deep breath, and Ling Ao stepped forward and said, "Thank you for your help!"
"Don't thank me, thank my son if you want to." Zhuo Tianhong waved his hand.
"Ling Ao, why are only a few of you left in your Ling family?" At this moment, Xiao Fan walked over.
"Xiao Fan?" Ling Ao looked at Xiao Fan in surprise. He didn't expect that he was rescued by Xiao Fan. He smiled bitterly: "We were attacked and separated by the storm, and then we were attacked by the people of the God of War. They killed us. people!"
"Has the Temple of the Gods of War blatantly started war with the ancient races?" Xiao Fan asked with cold eyes.
It's no wonder he thinks this way. For a crystal of divine power, many cultivators in the battle sacred realm would not be so desperate, at least the shrewd Ling Ao would not do it.
Ling Ao groaned for a while and nodded solemnly, "Yes, I got bad news before. The Temple of War has begun to clear the five floors in front of the field. As long as it is not a monk of the Temple of War, I will kill you!"
"It's no wonder that we spent two days in the fifth layer of space. We didn't see any ancient monks. We only saw some war temple monks. Fortunately, the son forgave them." Zhuo Tianhong said in surprise.
Xiao Fan's face was also extremely gloomy. This incident obviously exceeded his expectations. He did not expect the actions of the God of War Temple to be so fast.
"By the way, I heard a rumor occasionally, and I don't know if it is true or false. If it is true, it is definitely bad news for us." Ling Ao said suddenly.
"What rumors." Xiao Fan had already prepared the worst in his heart.
"According to the people in the War God Temple, the War God Temple has already begun to fight against the ancient tribes of the War Soul Continent." Ling Aoyu said in a shockingly endless voice.
"What?" Xiao Fan's pupils shrank sharply. I never thought about this. Could the Lord of the God of War have no scruples?
Or is it that Ye Jiuyou has already obtained his head and has recovered his peak strength?