Chapter 1618: Are you worthy?

Are you worthy of the first sixteenth chapter?
devil?
Xiao Fan grinned. If he was a devil, he would also be a demon of a foreign race, as well as a devil of all the betrayers of the Battle Soul Continent.
There are foreign races who don't kill, but are here to deal with the war spirit mainland cultivators. Such people should be killed. Xiao Fan didn't feel any guilt in his heart.
Of course, this may not be the fault of these people. They only wanted to become stronger at first, but they were unknowingly controlled by Samsara. Although they wanted to resist, how many people were the opponents of Samsara Cannian?
If Xiao Fan still feels a little guilty, it's just that he can't save these people.
"Please give me strength from the Lord!" Suddenly, a black-robed monk shouted up to the sky.
"boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, a powerful wave of air burst out from him, like the roar of the sea, surging.
Behind him, a huge light and shadow appeared, the light and shadow were as high as tens of feet, and the whole body was blooming with golden light, and there was flashing thunder and lightning, and its momentum was even closer to the God of War.
"Hall Lord, please give me strength!"
"Hall Lord, please give me strength!"
One monk after another roared, they saw the death of more than one hundred people, their hearts were full of fear, and they did not hesitate to use the strongest force.
Even if this power doesn't last long, and it may even kill them, they have no scruples.
"The power of the gods?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and scanned the monks one by one, but saw a trace of golden thunder and lightning.
He is too familiar with the power of this thunder, isn't it the power of war reincarnation?
Fortunately, not everyone can use the power of the gods, only less than one-fifth of the people, but there are many such people, as many as three to four hundred people.
In a short period of time, the power of these three or four hundred people was infinitely close to the God of War realm, and it was not an exaggeration to call it an invincible war saint.
"It's all because of Xiao Fan, who forced them to use ultimate means. If we slowly consume them, we might win. Now we are dead!"
"This is a scourge. It's okay if he doesn't make a move. If he makes a move, it will kill us."
"Yeah, now they all use their hole cards. We are already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Where are their opponents now?"
Seeing that the cultivators of the War God Temple became stronger, many ancient cultivators became extremely frightened, and they all began to blame Xiao Fan, thinking it was Xiao Fan's harm.
Xiao Fan looked indifferent and didn't take the words of these people to heart. These people didn't even have the qualifications to make him angry.
As he said, the reason why he took action was only to kill the betrayers of the Temple of War, not to save them.
"Shut up all!" What Xiao Fan didn't expect was that Ling Qingxi was the first to scold these people. "Isn't Xiao Fan saving you when he shoots? Are you embarrassed to blame him now? I finally know why he didn't save you, because you are not worthy of him to save!"
"Ling family members go with me, don't waste energy saving these people."
With a loud shout, Ling Qingxi took a deep look at Xiao Fan, and then took the lead to skim towards the sky. She is also one of the top ten evil evildoers. It is very easy to make a way out.
"Dugu Family, retreat!" Dugu Xiangting couldn't see it anymore, these ancient monks were hopeless, and he didn't want to waste time anymore.
"Ling'er, you enter the seventh floor first!" Xiao Fan suddenly cried, and he suddenly disappeared in place, heading straight for the seventh floor entrance.
Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting, who were planning to leave, stopped suddenly, but now that entrance is filled with thunderstorms, who can pass through.
However, the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, and their bodies trembled slightly.
"The moment is eternal!"
Xiao Fan came to the entrance and gave a soft drink. When the Shura sword trembled, a white streamer whizzed out and went straight into the thunderstorm vortex.
The moment the white sword energy rushed into the thunderstorm vortex, a strange thing happened, and the power of the thunderstorm suddenly dispersed, forming a one-foot-square-meter channel.
Take a closer look, it seems that there are two forces entangled in it, resisting the erosion of the power of thunderstorm.
Naturally, ordinary people can't feel these two forces. This is the fusion of the profound meaning of life and the profound meaning of death, just like the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.
Xiao Fan integrated the profound meaning of life and death into the sword move "the moment of beauty", and realized a new sword move.
"Go in!" Xiao Fan yelled. Seeing what Xiao Linger wanted to say, Xiao Fan said again, "Don't worry, I will come in soon."
"Okay!" Xiao Ling'er nodded then, leading Chu Yue and the four of them into the passage.
When Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting saw this, stormy waves were set off in their hearts. They were also considered enchanting figures, but they were a little frightened by the hard drive, and needless to say, they directly opened the channel.
When other monks of the ancient race saw this, their eyes were shining. 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 besiege them on a large scale.
"Quickly enter the seventh floor!" I don't know who shouted, all the ancient cultivators recovered and rushed towards the entrance.
Others might not be able to hear the voice, but Xiao Fan could hear it. It was Murong Mingyue who had been ridiculed before.
Before everyone approached, the huge blood-colored tentacles stopped in the void, drawing most of them back. Naturally, Murong Mingyue was the first to bear the brunt, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of her mouth.
"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" Murong Mingyue looked at Xiao Fan angrily.
"Ling Qingxi, Dugu Xiangting, take 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 said, "Thank you!"
The two also knew that if they were to stay now, the members of their clan would have to stay here. Before, they were still thinking about saving other ancient monks. After all, several ancient tribes were in the same spirit.
But now, they finally saw the true colors of these people clearly, Xiao Fan could see more thoroughly than them.
Immediately, Ling Qingxi and Dugu Xiangting brought their families into the entrance passage on the seventh floor one after another. In just a moment, the ancient monks were less than a hundred.
Murong Mingyue and the others could only watch the Ling Family and Dugu Family leave. Their resentful eyes fell on Xiao Fan, wishing to eat Xiao Fan's meat.
It is a pity that the cultivators of the God of War Temple will not give them a chance, and they all surround themselves again. There are more than a hundred people missing.
"Xiao Fan, let us go over. Do you want to kill the ancient monks and make them an enemy?" Murong Mingyue shouted angrily. For some reason, he finally remembered the words his father had said in his mind.
In any case, it is best not to be an enemy of Xiao Fan, otherwise the consequences will not be acceptable to him.
Murong Mingyue hadn't paid attention to it before, but now he regrets it a little. If he knew that he would not be an enemy of Xiao Fan just now, they would be able to successfully reach the seventh floor.
"Let you pass? Are you worthy?" Xiao Fan finally responded, his tone filled with disdain, and said: "Enemy with the ancients? Even if you kill you, the ancients will not dare to tear their faces with me, do you believe it?"
Murong Mingyue was speechless, and the others were speechless. Many people still knew some inside information. Until the end, no one dared to be an enemy of the Asura Hall.
"For people like you, it is better to die here than to stab the warrior cultivator in the back. At least what you are killing now is the rebellion of the war spirit continent, and the death is worthwhile."
Xiao Fan waved his detective hand, and the sword air channel suddenly disappeared, staring coldly at the many ancient monk roads opposite.