The first six seven nine chapters before the storm
Time passed slowly, and more than half a month passed after dazzling, Xiao Fan was still in calmness, ignorant of external affairs.
At this moment, countless monks gathered on the first floor of the cemetery of the gods, and many people were on guard against each other for fear of others' sneak attacks.
"What, there are three days left? I knew I should stay on the fifth floor for two more days. I wasted two days. If you are lucky, I might be able to find one more crystal of divine power."
"It's better to come a little earlier. If you can't make it back, you can stay here for a whole hundred years. Who can stand it?"
"Don't say anything else, this time it's really not in vain. I heard people say that 30% of people have broken through to the God of War realm, some have obtained the crystal of divine power, and some have realized it by themselves."
"Thirty percent is definitely a lot more. This session is stronger than every previous year. Perhaps the golden age of the War Soul Continent has arrived. In a thousand years, few people have broken through the God of War realm, and now it is a collective outbreak."
"I heard that the Temple of the Gods of War is ready to contain Xiao Fan and the others outside, and I don't know if it is true or not."
"Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is probably impossible for Xiao Fan to leave alive, but I heard that he has been gone for several months, and it is very likely that he will be killed by Ming Luo and the others."
"What's the end of the battle against the God of War? It's not good to say that the Asura Palace has long since fallen. It was not an opponent a thousand years ago, and it is definitely not an opponent now."
In the flame world, there were discussions about the past year, and Xiao Fan was undoubtedly a hot topic for many people.
Killing many of the God of War powerhouses in the Temple of War, based on this, is enough to make the Temple of War God fight him desperately.
Several figures gathered in a valley of flames. These people were not others, but Ling Feng and Guan Xiaoqi.
At this time, a few people quickly flew in the distance, and Ling Feng hurriedly greeted him and asked: "How about crazy wolf? Is there any news about the third child?"
"No, I asked them about sneer and they didn't see it either." The mad wolf shook his head, and then said: "Are you sure that the son has entered the eighth floor?"
"OK!" Ling Feng said solemnly, Xiao Fan ran ahead of them and there was only one way. They all entered the eighth floor. How could Xiao Fan go to other places?
"Second brother, third brother may not have entered the eighth floor." Guan Xiaoqi said suddenly.
"You mean?" Ling Feng frowned, thinking of something in an instant, and said: "You mean the gray thunder cloud sea?"
"Yes, didn't the third brother chase and kill Mingluo? Mingluo hasn't appeared yet. If I were Mingluo and not the third brother's opponent, I would definitely escape into the thundercloud sea!" Guan Xiaoqi said affirmatively.
After a while, Ling Feng said again, "After what you said, the third child is really likely to enter the weird sea of thunder clouds. The power of nothingness in the sea of thunder clouds is better than the eighth layer of space. It must be overbearing."
"Don't worry, if it's someone else, I'm still worried. As for Xiao Fan, he will definitely get along well." Long Chen said. In his eyes, Xiao Fan is an extremely assertive person who can do nothing. Reckless.
"I also believe in the son," said the mad wolf. "There are still three days to open the teleportation channel. Are you waiting for the son or leave the cemetery of the gods first?"
"Wait, there are still three days. I believe that the third brother will definitely appear." Guan Xiaoqi said, "The most important thing now is to find a way to safely leave here. I heard that it is early outside. Just waiting for us."
"What else, just kill it directly." Ling Feng looked cold.
Everyone is helpless. Right now, there is only this way. After all, the space barriers at the cemetery of the gods are very strong at the moment, and it is impossible to leave the sea of chaos and fog.
Otherwise, the Temple of War God will not allow others to enter the cemetery of the gods at first.
"It can only do this now, but it's not easy for them to find us." Guan Xiaoqi thought for a while.
Only the last three days are left until the teleportation array is opened. For many people, three days have passed in the blink of an eye.
However, for the monks of the Shura Temple and the ancient race, their hearts are extremely nervous, because once they leave, they will all face the Temple of War.
As time got closer and closer, there were more and more monks in the first flame space, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and even the air became more and more suffocated.
Two days passed quickly, and the flame world on the last day was completely quiet, as if a storm was brewing.
Before the storm, it is always so quiet, but everyone knows, maybe tomorrow will be a **** storm with millions of dead bodies.
In the space where the old part of the Asura Hall was located, Xing Sheng and others waited for more than half a month, and the expressions of the few people were hard to see.
"It's been more than half a month, should there be nothing wrong with the Lord?" Jian Luo worried.
"It's just an inheritance from the Lord Shura, there should be nothing wrong." Yu Ying thought for a while, and Xiao Fan's strength he also sighed. It is not easy to get to this step, so how could he be accepting the inheritance? When something went wrong.
If he knew that Xiao Fan was refining a bottle of King Shura's essence and blood, he probably wouldn't think so.
Xing Sheng seemed to know what Xiao Fan was doing and didn’t say a word. He still remembered a sentence that the previous generation of Asura Palace Master said to him: “Xing Sheng, this thing must be given to you for safekeeping, and must be given to the next generation. Palace Master Shura, don't let others touch, whoever touches will die!"
Over the past thousand years, Xing Sheng has in his mind the words left by the previous generation of Asura Palace Master. He has thought of opening this thing several times, but finally gave up.
He knows the previous generation of Asura Palace Master very well, knowing that he will not lie to him, and the things in it are generally untouchable.
Therefore, even if a thousand years have passed, Xing Sheng does not know what is in the jade box.
"Hey~"
Suddenly, the door of the Partial Hall in the ancient temple opened, instantly attracting everyone's attention, and everyone stared at the Partial Hall.
After waiting for a while, a figure appeared, but Xiao Fan in a black robe slowly walked out, the whole person looked full of energy and full of high spirits!
"It's such a powerful aura, did the Palace Master break through again?" Jian Luo said in surprise.
At this moment, the breath radiating from Xiao Fan's body gave people a sense of emptiness and transcendence, which made people feel a little unreal.
After all, the palace master of Asura in the past dynasties, which is not murderous, no stranger should not enter, if you do not know the identity of Xiao Fan, everyone will not associate Xiao Fan with the palace master of Asura.
However, that feeling quickly disappeared, and when he looked at Xiao Fan, he was like a masculine and handsome boy next door, but there was a domineering air invisible.
"Congratulations to the lord!" Xing Sheng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly worshipped respectfully. If he was still unsatisfied before, then now, he has sincerely approved Xiao Fan.
"Congratulations to the Lord." Others also worshiped.
"You don't need to be polite, get up." Xiao Fan smiled faintly, and said: "I don't know, the time for opening the gods forbidden zone is almost the end. Will everyone follow me to leave or stay here?"
When everyone heard this, their faces showed excitement, and they wanted to leave here, it was not a day or two.
"Hall Master, if we leave, who will guard the seal of the five elements?" Xing Sheng thought for a while and took a deep breath.